Another snowfall came, and even after it stopped, the world remained gray and hazy.
Li Long disliked weather like this. He liked clear skies.
Gu Boyuan disliked it too, especially when he saw the long line in the courtyard, everyone holding pelts. It made him feel a little restless.
In winters past, few customers came to his agricultural supplies shop, so he would sit beside the stove with a book, warming himself as he read.
He would sweep the stove lid clean, put a rack on it, then slice up some steamed buns. Sometimes, when he had run out of buns, he would simply slice a few potatoes to roast.
After just a few minutes and a turn, the bun or potato slices would be cooked. They needed no seasoning at all; eating them while he read was delicious enough.
Now they had already had three snowfalls, and it was December, yet looking at the bustle outside, with a few familiar faces mixed in-not familiar resellers, but people from his own township, some even from the Fourth Team-he felt rather annoyed.
Weren't people supposed to hunker down for winter? Why couldn't any of them settle down?
He would never admit that his restlessness had anything to do with Li Long and the others going hunting together several times without inviting him. He simply felt that all this bustle was nothing like winter.
After a whole year of work, couldn't people get a proper rest?
After that day, although Li Long had thought about going into the mountains, he never did. After he rested for two days, Tao Daqiang and the others came to invite him hunting in the north again. This time, it was not a chance outing: someone had brought word from the north that a large herd of