The first snow of winter has fallen.
Tong Huaqiong watched the falling snowflakes, her heart filled with waves of emotions, wondering if the extreme cold was about to arrive.
The storage room at home was piled with coal, enough for both the family and the Weaving Workshop.
She thought the extreme cold would arrive with the snow.
After the snow stopped, the weather didn't get much colder.
It was about as cold as the year Tong Huaqiong first came.
Tong Huaqiong was indifferent to the arrival of extreme cold weather, anyway, she had already prepared everything needed.
She focused her energy on the Weaving Workshop, now that the cotton cloth woven by the Weaving Workshop began supplying the market, it really depended on their skills to win the customers' favor.
She thought she could concentrate on promoting cotton cloth, but then news came from the magistrate that another batch of border cotton clothing needed to be made.
