The families happily enjoyed their meal, and after finishing, they roasted pine nuts together as a snack.
The adults gathered to chat, but all tacitly avoided mentioning Great Chu's great defeat and the deaths of hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
This year has already been difficult enough, only a fool would talk about dispiriting matters during a festival.
However, Qin San Lang and Elder Qin consistently kept an eye on the snow situation. By the time the families were about to disperse, the courtyard outside already had a thick layer of snow.
Qin San Lang went outside and measured the snow thickness with his fingers; it surprisingly surpassed the second joint of his index finger... nearly two inches of snow had fallen in just over an hour.
