The mule-drawn cart moved a little faster once it entered the village.
The snow in front of every household had been cleared, with each family's patch gradually connecting to the next.
At a time like this, if a single household failed to shovel, the news that they were lazy—couldn't even be bothered to clear the snow—would spread through the entire village in the time it took to use the outhouse.
So… the power of gossip was a great motivator. Every household had done a fine job with their shoveling.
The mule trotted along, its hooves going CLIPPITY-CLOP, and the wheels crunched on the thick snow. This sent An Ning's longing for home soaring.
When the great mountain came into view and her home was just a few dozen meters away, An Ning finally jumped off the cart and ran ahead.
As she ran, she shouted, "I'm going on ahead!"
"What's the rush? We're just a few steps away."
An Guoqing shouted, cracking his whip a little louder in the air. The mule picked up its pace.
