The snow was falling heavily, and when Nolan Meng arrived home, there was already a layer of snow on the ground. When you step on it, it makes a creaking sound.
In the yard, Meng Hu and Meng Qingjiang were busy moving bags of buckwheat into the west room, and the fodder for the horses had to be collected. They had been busy all afternoon, and the only thing free in the house was the horse tied in the shed.
Hearing the knock on the courtyard door, Meng Hu put down the bag on his shoulder and said, "I think Twelve Lang is back."
Meng Qingjiang clapped his hands, turned around and opened the courtyard door.
There was a light of snow on the ground, and then the light of the fire in the main room, which did not hinder the path underfoot.
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