By the time Li Xiangqian turned to look at Li Long, Li Long was already coming over with some things in his arms.
He was carrying a wolf-pelt mat and a bottle of liquor.
The wolf-pelt mat had been made some time ago. Some of the pelts from the first wolves he had shot had been kept, tanned, and made into mats.
But apart from Dad, Li Qingxia, and his mother, Du Chunfang, nobody at home needed one on their bed.
These things certainly kept out damp and cold.
Untanned hides were stiff and unusable, but once tanned, they became quite soft. There was fur on one side and cotton cloth sewn onto the other. Spread one on the snow and sit on it, and it felt entirely different.
"Hey, Xiao Li, you really did come prepared." This time, Li Xiangqian was genuinely impressed. "If Director Qian comes over, wouldn't it be great to get him a set like this too?"
"That's all easy enough. It counts as part of the preparations." Li Long spread out the wolf-pelt mat, waited for Li Xiangqian to sit down, then pressed the liquor bottle into his hand. "If you're still cold, take a sip. This stuff only gives you a bit of stimulation. It doesn't really protect you against the cold."
"Good, good." Li Xiangqian took the liquor cup and tucked it into his coat pocket first. He knew they would be hunting shortly, and with the wind direction still unclear, he did not want to drink unless he absolutely had to.
Li Long did not use a wolf-pelt mat himself. He simply spread two sacks over the snow and called it done. He was dressed warmly, wearing sheepskin trousers with woolen trousers underneath, so he was not cold at all.
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