When the washed old quilts were delivered, all twelve people broke out in rashes, and the cold wind continued to howl. It was already March, yet it felt as cold as the winter months.
Even Director Xiao, an imperial doctor, couldn't help but stand under the eaves, looking at the dark clouds in the sky, and said, "This year is going to be tough."
It's already March, almost time to sow rice, but the weather remains so cold.
Manbao shrank her neck and said, "Exactly, my father is almost worried sick at home."
Imperial Doctor Lu came out and saw the two gazing at the sky with hands tucked together, and grumbled, "Number Five and Number Seven have a high fever, go have a look."
Director Xiao and Manbao took their eyes off the sky, masked themselves, and went in to see Number Five and Number Seven.
