Leng Yuan set down the wooden bucket and closed the woodshed door.
The firewood in the woodshed was mostly gone; there wasn't much left.
This was to be expected. No one had time to go up the mountain during the Qiushou. In a few days, everyone would head up to stock up on wood for the winter.
He quickly washed himself, then picked up the coarse cloth clothes hanging to the side and put them on.
He often went up the mountain, and since he always came back dirty, he kept a set of clothes hanging in the woodshed for convenience, just in case.
When Leng Yuan returned to their room, Gu Jiaojiao walked in carrying a bowl of ginger tea.
"Drink the ginger tea. It'll warm you up."
Leng Yuan didn't refuse. He took the bowl and began to drink.
The room was dim, so Leng Yuan didn't look closely at the tea in the bowl.
He was a little surprised when he tasted its sweetness.
Taking a closer look, he realized the liquid in the bowl was the color of brown sugar.
