The next day, Gu Xiaoxia left for work while Li Long was still asleep. When he got up, he saw that she had left breakfast in the kitchen.
Breakfast was steamed buns reheated over steam, stir-fried pickled vegetables, and rice porridge.
Simple, everyday home cooking.
Li Long smiled, washed his face, and ate breakfast. Afterward, he gathered up the pelts, ready to try the Purchasing Station.
It was Friday. There was still another workday tomorrow, but Chen Hongjun should be there today.
Most of these pelts were damaged, but with that lynx pelt among them, all the others were merely supporting players.
It was an excellent pelt, but Li Long had no intention of keeping it. Not just this one-he planned to sell even the Snow Leopard Pelt when the time was right. Pelts would only remain valuable for these next few years. In another twenty or thirty years, few people would still wear fur clothing. By then, the once-thriving leather factory in the County Seat would close down, and pelts would no longer be worth much.
Some patches of snow from yesterday had yet to be cleared from the streets. People were shoveling snow, while others hurried to work. The various workplaces on either side of the road were also organizing staff to clear snow from their courtyards. That was generally how workplaces in the north operated: whenever heavy snow fell, unless there was an emergency, everyone would come out and clear the courtyard first.
Later, this gave rise to the saying, "Snowfall is an order." Schools were the same. Whenever it snowed, students whose classes had no snow-clearing tools would bring their own to school in the morning and use the morning reading period to sweep away the snow.
When Li Long reached the Purchasing Station, the snow