Even though the autumn weather was cold, with heavy dew as the night grew late, it didn't affect everyone gathering around the bonfire to eat meat and chat. The lively atmosphere continued until a quarter past 9 p.m., when the gathering finally ended.
Back inside the house, Bai Qi warmed himself by the hearth while boiling water.
The village and manor at the foot of the mountain were colder than the city.
Every household had to have a hearth or heated brick bed, otherwise, they couldn't survive the winter.
"Where did Xiaotou go?"
In the middle of the large house, a pit was dug, solidified with soil around it, and dry firewood was set ablaze. Bai Qi hung an old copper kettle on a hook and looked back at Ah Di.
"He ate too much mutton and his stomach is upset, so he went outside to find a latrine."
Bai Ming was too embarrassed to say that he had secretly pulled the red string of Xiaotou's waistband.
