"Just complaining for the sake of it." Simon chuckled, carefully extracting a small feather mixed in the nest out, his mouth grumbling: "In the past, if the winter was this harsh, we would not even have sweet potatoes to eat. This year, my brother and I followed you two to trade; even though it was only for one autumn season, we have earned quite a bit. Our clothes have all been changed to cotton fabric, the blankets are thicker, and even our food reserves have plenty of surplus."
"A few years ago, sometimes it took dozens of days just to eat a little dried meat for flavor, scraping corn and gnawing on sweet potatoes to get by. This year is different; my house has so many delicious dishes. The fern root powder can be made into various meals, plus there are several sun-dried dishes that you taught us, this winter is much, much better."
