The visit from the two high-ranking members of the Black Rat Tribe had come to an end. Not only had they witnessed the strength of the Han Tribe, they had also taken away some important information.
Luo Chong had also obtained the four baskets of peanut seeds he wanted and unexpectedly learned about this world's lunar calendar. However, its accuracy remained to be verified, so every night these days, he went outside to take a look at the moon.
According to the Rat Shaman, this year was a leap year, and winter would last fourteen days longer than usual. Yet nearly three months had only just passed, with another month and a half of winter remaining. As a result, the weather had instead grown even colder over the past few days.
On the day before the third full moon of winter, a heavy snowstorm raged for an entire day and night. In the untouched open areas, the snow had piled up to thirty centimeters deep. Whenever the wind blew, a layer of white snow would whirl up and drift about like fog, greatly reducing visibility. The brick-firing work had also been forced to stop.
At the end of the third month of winter, Luo Chong led people in clearing the snow from the livestock sheds during the day, preventing them from collapsing under the weight.
The little rabbits in the rabbit hutch had also been born. This time, sixteen rabbits gave birth together, producing ninety-eight kits in one go—a tremendous increase in numbers. Including the previous rabbits, there were now 156 rabbits.
The tribespeople were overjoyed, while Luo Chong had even contributed the hides of the two horse antelopes that had been killed earlier to keep the rabbits warm, hoping these newborn little lives would not freeze to death.
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