When Gong Ruini works, she’s completely out of spirits, but fortunately, Zhao Guangran isn’t very energetic either.
Zhao Guangran looks at the continuous flurry of snowflakes falling from the sky with all sorts of dissatisfaction.
"Why wouldn’t it just stop?"
"Why is there so much snow to fall?"
Gong Ruini can’t quite figure out how to feel about it; instead of snow piling up, she’s thinking about independence.
Originally, she thought she would soon have her own room, who would have thought it would slip away just like that.
Though it was to earn Grandpa Mao, you can’t let such a pretty girl be sad, right?
"Ni Zi, when do you think we can finish?" Zhao Guangran grumbled to himself for a long while, realizing no one agreed with him, which made him quite displeased.
Ah, Gong Ruini snapped at Zhao Guangran and brought him back to senses, "How would I know? But I’m curious, why can’t we go to the river and dig up ice?"
Gong Ruini rembered that Northerners used to store ice by cutting it from the river, isn’t that easier than turning snow into ice blocks?
"You’re being dumb too. If we go to the river and hack out ice, what if people see us?" Zhao Guangran always thought he wasn’t as smart as Gong Ruini.
But her silly talk brought him back to life, realizing maybe he’s not the dumbest after all.
"A piece or two is fine, but how do we explain more?"
Exactly, that’s the problem—who would use ice in the dead of winter? Gong Ruini slapped her forehead, realizing she was dumb.
No, not dumb; Gong Ruini wouldn’t admit she’s dumb. She was lost in thought, that’s why she said sothing so silly.
"Although it seems like everyone in the village is bundled up at ho, they actually co out quite often, especially during winter. It’s lively; you know about ice fishing, right?" Zhao Guangran recalled he hadn’t told Gong Ruini about this activity yet.
Be aware, this activity is incredibly lively and absolutely unseen in the Southern region.
Don’t ask how Zhao Guangran knows this activity isn’t seen in the South; he was born in the North, but his parents and brother would talk about it.
Gong Ruini nodded; these days, Zhao Gang has been constantly reminding Zhao Guangran not to run off, worried he’d join a bunch of rascals to fish on the river.
"You know there’s an even more thrilling activity than ice fishing, right?" For the remainder, Zhao Guangran said he’d only spill the beans if he hears sothing pleasing.
An even more thrilling activity? Isn’t it ice trapping? Gong Ruini hasn’t missed watching this style of fishing.
With the internet’s developnt, this activity has gained fa; many people make a special trip to the Northeast to watch it in winter.
Although Gong Ruini is interested, she’s never attended. It’s said you must get up very early and stay on ice for quite a while, which soone afraid of cold, like Gong Ruini, cannot accept.
But isn’t that at Chagan Lake? How co this little Northeast village has such activities?
Seeing Zhao Guangran’s look, it seems they’ve held this activity many tis, which piqued Gong Ruini’s curiosity.
Oh, why not keep asking? Zhao Guangran intended to tease Gong Ruini a little, but she ignored him, making him quite upset.
"Hey, don’t you want to know?" Zhao Guangran was quite angry.
Seeing the brat’s angry expression, Gong Ruini thought to sweet-talk a bit, but seeing his displeasure, she wondered why bother pleasing him.
Shouldn’t boys be the ones cheering up girls? Why swap roles here, "Isn’t it just fishing?"
"It’s fishing in the frozen river." Gong Ruini pointed out that she knew, so this brat doesn’t need to act proud.
Ah, no way, how does Gong Ruini know? Could it be Gong Ruwen told her? Zhao Guangran imdiately suspected soone leaked the secret.
"Did Brother Rui Wen tell you?" Zhao Guangran regretted blurting it out back then.
What does this have to do with her brother? Gong Ruini shook her head, saying it’s not like that, "My brother didn’t say anything; I figured it out myself."
Ah, did Gong Ruini figure it out herself? No way, how could she? Zhao Guangran was puzzled.
Clearly, Gong Ruini said such silly things before; how did she suddenly beco so smart? It’s hard to understand.
Seeing Zhao Guangran looking clueless, Gong Ruini gave a brief explanation, ensuring her brother didn’t take the bla for the leak, "You ntioned ice fishing earlier."
"Then you said there’s sothing even more thrilling. I figured it must be fishing."
Gong Ruini astutely pointed out that if anyone leaked, it was Zhao Guangran himself.
Ah, no way, was it him leaking? Zhao Guangran was full of indignation, but Gong Ruini insisted it was him, leaving him with no options.
"Never mind this." Zhao Guangran recalled that Gong Ruwen had ntioned giving Gong Ruini a surprise. Based on his temperant, he wouldn’t spill the beans early.
"Before the New Year, the village will fish, and then we can share the fish to eat." Although Zhao Guangran found eating fish troubleso, fish soup was delicious.
Most importantly, if they catch a lot of fish, everyone gets more; be it pickling or making fish balls, it’s all very tasty.
Can’t think about it, thinking too much could cause problems; Zhao Guangran felt his stomach rumbling with hunger. "Hey, I wonder if we must finish work to have a al today?"
If that’s the case, Zhao Guangran felt he might collapse; too much work is difficult to handle.
A foodie’s expression, it seems he’s thinking about delicious food; Gong Ruini was genuinely curious about what delicacy could make Zhao Guangran so intent, but his question was more crucial.
"Probably not." Even after a day’s hard work, the snow on the ground hasn’t reduced much. If finishing work is a prerequisite for eating, Gonz Rui Ni said she might starve here today.
Zhao Xuran was inside reading a book, reviewing previous lessons from his parents, yet he divided his attention to listen to the outside commotion, overhearing his brother’s complaints.
"Am I really so bad?"
"If you truly think that way, I might consider it." It seems the workload is too light; otherwise, how would they have energy for such thoughts?
"No, no, no," both Gong Ruini and Zhao Guangran burst out, realizing work is exhausting and lacking a al would spell disaster.
"Then get back to work." Not bad, not bad, the pressure tactic seed effective, seeing how anxious they’ve beco—it should be like this, or else they’d run wild.
Gong Ruwen was inside practicing writing characters, listening to what Zhao Xuran said, recalling teachers describing property owners, likely resembling Zhao Xuran.
Although Gong Ruini couldn’t see Zhao Xuran’s deanor, it didn’t stop her from imagining him as those harsh bosses from the future, truly worse than Zhou Bapi.
At least Zhou Bapi wouldn’t dare exploit child labor.
"What a villain," Zhao Guangran mumbled, "I think my brother is really too wicked; just a bit of work, yet we’ve done so much."
"Right." Gong Ruini agreed while working, continuously grumbling quietly to avoid being overheard by Zhao Xuran.
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