Su Qiao rolled her eyes at him. "If you'd done it on purpose, do you think you'd still be standing here in one piece?"
"Stop making a fuss and go hunting in the woods."
"Yes, my wife."
Zhao Jingting knew she had forgiven him, and immediately beamed as he took the Wood Chopping Knife for her, following beside her like an eager lackey.
Even Uncle Ya, who was watching from behind them, turned his head away, while Little Qingyang grew even more confused.
The next day, Su Qiao and Zhao Jingting went out with the group that was gathering information and looking for winter clothes.
Although they ran around all day and ended up as tired as donkeys, they still found spare quilts and clothes in several abandoned farmhouses.
They were all somewhat worn, but after washing and airing them out, they would be enough to get through the winter.
When Little Qingyang received the clothes and shoes meant for him, he was as happy as if it were the New Year.
The clothes he wore had been picked up from someone else along the way. The sleeves and pant legs were a little too long, and many places had already been worn through.
Most of the people who received clothes and quilts were delighted.
They did not care whether the clothes were old. As long as they kept them warm, that was enough.
Besides, many of the clothes they were wearing had actually been stripped from corpses along the road while fleeing the famine.
Although it was not a very decent thing to do, they had no choice. As the weather grew colder, they had to stay alive.
Less than two days after they brought the clothes and quilts back, a heavy rain fell. Then the temperature dropped