Chapter 150 The Slums (1/2)
Early morning of the next day, when Su Qingyan woke up, she found that the sun was already past the third pole*. After she put on her outer clothing and pulled open the door, she saw Zizhu and the others currently busying themselves in the courtyard. Looks like the once in a year Laba rice porridge festival was almost here.
(*T/N: This is converted to around 9am in modern time; it's also considered to be waking up very late at this time, since ancient people wake up at the crack of dawn, so this phrase both has a figurative and literal meaning in this context.)
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zizhu opened her mouth with a smile, ”Miss, you're awake. This servant saw you were sleeping soundly early, so didn't wake you.”
Qingyan smiled, seeing them being busy in the courtyard, ”No matter. Besides, I haven't rested like this in a very long time either.”
”Miss, quickly go in. Look at this sky, maybe it'll be snowing soon.” Baizhi said as she pushed Qingyan into the room. ”Miss don't catch a cold.”
Qingyan looked to Baizhi and patted her head, ”No harm, this Miss's body is very healthy.”
”Miss, today the young master even ordered us to make sure Miss keeps warm.” Huangcen said as she took down the things hanging from the clothes line. ”Young master said, there might even be a huge snowstorm today.”
The sky was getting more and more dark, as if it was precisely the calm before the storm. And shortly after, fluttering snowflakes floated about the sky. Afterwards, the snow got heavier and heavier, and in the short time to burn an incense, the ground was already covered in a layer of silver.
”Wah, it really did snow. Thinking about it, the snow this year, seemed to have fallen early.” Huangcen stood under the eaves watching the ground get covered in snow, ”This servant remembers that Miss used to hate snow the most in the past.”
”Qingyan was afraid of the cold, so naturally hated snow very much. But the her now, quite liked the snow, because she once heard her father say that she was born during a snowy day. And that snowy day was exceptionally cold. She survived, but her mother wasn't able to pull through that coldest winter.
”Miss, what are you thinking about?” Zizhu said while she placed a cloak onto Qingyan's shoulders. ”If you feel it's cold outside, this servant will go prepare a hand furnace for you right away.”
Qingyan looked to Zizhu and shook her head, ”No need,