The wind is very strong, so if you speak louder, you may not be able to hear me face to face.

"It's okay, let me take a look." She said excitedly.

I glanced over there and saw that the men under Yan Huaian were building yurts with felt cloth.

Set up in the shape of a yurt.

"It's snowing, Qing'er, be good and get back to the carriage."

Luo Fengtang said, raising a big hand and blocking the top of her head with his broad palm.

The snowflakes fell on the back of his hand one by one.

"Be obedient, girl. It's going to be a big deal if you get cold or sick later. You go back to the carriage and I'll help them!" He urged again.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment, "Okay then!"

He obediently returned to the carriage, opened the curtain, and watched them build a yurt in the wind and snow.

This is the first time for me to experience this. Isn’t it exciting?

At night, everyone sat in a circle around the fire.

Outside the yurt, the north wind was still raging with snowflakes.

Inside the yurt, it was warm.

Yan Huaian brought out dry food and distributed it to everyone.

The so-called dry food is actually dried mutton.

Yang Ruoqing also got one.

After one bite, I strangled it and it felt like my teeth were made of iron.

It's cold, and there's still a bit of a smell, which I'm not used to.

But this time I went out and came to the countryside to follow my family, let’s eat it!

Chewing the dried mutton vigorously, a bowl of hot food was delivered to her.

"Qing'er, have a sip of horse milk tea." Luo Fengtang said considerately.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at him, smiled, and took the bowl.

He was very happy and turned around to eat his own mutton jerky, chewing it one bite at a time.

After eating a few mouthfuls, I drank a sip of horse milk tea, looking forward to talking about the snow with the already familiar men around me...

Yang Ruoqing suddenly had an illusion.

Luo Fengtang seems to belong to this place.

After coming to the north, she felt a little uncomfortable physically.

But he was like a fish in water and was obviously more adaptable than her.

"Drink, it's delicious, try it!"

While he was speaking, he did not forget to turn his head to look at her.

Seeing her holding the bowl and looking at him blankly, he smiled and reminded her again.

She came back to her senses and took a small sip.

"How's it going? Am I right?" he asked her with bright eyes.

"Well, it's really not bad!" she said.

His eyes were full of joy.

"Drink more if you like. I still have some here and will give them to you later," he said.

"I've had enough, drink it yourself," she said.

He nodded, turned his head and continued chatting with the men, and the conversation was very exciting.

Perhaps she was infected by his emotion, and Yang Ruoqing also tried to let herself accept it all and integrate into it.

I followed their example, chewing mutton jerky and drinking horse milk tea.

In my ears, I listened to their conversation.

I found that what they talked about most was the snow outside.

Just like in the south, we talk about the weather when we meet.

The more she listened, the more she gradually understood and understood what they meant by the 'black disaster' and 'white disaster'.

It turns out that in this nomadic grassland, the herdsmen drove their cattle and sheep to live in pursuit of water and grass.

The amount of snowfall is as important to the grassland people as the amount of rain is to the farmers in the south.

If there is no snow in winter, the cattle and sheep will die of thirst because the grass will dry up.

This situation is called a black disaster.

But if the snow falls too much and too thickly, the grass will freeze to death.

In the coming year, cattle and sheep will starve to death because they cannot eat fresh water and grass. This is called white disaster.

Regardless of whether it is a black disaster or a white disaster, everyone does not want to see it.

So they are very concerned about this, and they will talk about it when they sit together and chat.

…

When I woke up the next day, the snow had stopped.

But this day, it was still dark and gloomy.

Yan Huaian looked at the weather, thought about it, and said to everyone: "Look at the momentum, there will be another snowfall in the afternoon."

"We might as well spend one more night here, and wait until the snow passes. It won't be too late to leave."

No one had any objections.

Everyone is busy outside the yurt.

Check the goods and feed the horses.

Yan Huaian and Luo Fengtang were walking side by side and chatting.

Yang Ruoqing followed behind them, breathing the fresh air on the prairie.

It's cold, fresh, and makes people's chest seem to expand.

As I walked, a brown shadow flashed behind a bush in front of me.

"rabbit?"

Yang Ruoqing exclaimed, with a bit of excitement in her voice.

Yan Huaian and Luo Fengtang immediately saw the brown hare running towards the small slope in the distance.

"Uncle Yan, Tang Yazi, you wait, let's change the taste at noon!"

When the sound came, Yang Ruoqing had already flown over and pulled a horse over, with a bow and arrow in her hand.

"drive!"

She clamped her legs around the horse's belly, and the horse neighed and rushed out.

He chased the hare in the direction where he disappeared.

Seeing this, Luo Fengtang became anxious and turned around to lead his horse to chase him, but was stopped by Yan Huaian.

Yan Huaian shook his head and said with a smile: "Brother Luo, there is no need to worry. There are no human habitations for dozens of miles around here, and there are no wild wolves. Miss Yang will not be in danger."

"But……"

"Haha, I'm right. Miss Yang has been on the road for so many days. I'm afraid she's exhausted."

"Let her go for a good ride and she will be back soon," Yan Huaian said.

In this case, Luo Fengtang had no choice but to let her go.

He glanced at where she was running away again.

Her figure on horseback was almost running towards the slope over there.

If she doesn't come back after a while, he will look for her again.

So, Luo Fengtang continued to chat with Yan Huaian.

…

Let’s talk about Yang Ruoqing.

She was riding a horse, holding the bow and arrow in one hand and the reins in the other, holding the horse's belly tightly with her legs.

He chased the running rabbit all the way in front of his sight.

Wow, this grassland is really nice. You can run wildly without worrying about hitting anyone.
To be continued...