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Far from the city and in the bitter cold grip of winter, childbirth was a dangerous ordeal.
“Where did she say she was from?”
“She claimed that she was from Wenze Township, but she really did not look like she was from there.”
Just then, Willow came running back. “Come have a look, I found something.”
He Lingchuan strode after her to Old Ding’s house. The man had been a miner, single for nearly thirty years, still living in a mud-brick hut. The inside was a complete mess, wine utensils everywhere, jars and crocks all empty. The worst of it was a feather quilt stuffed with chicken down—it stank to high heaven. Luckily, the door was hanging open, and a lot of the foul air had been blown out.
Willow, however, jumped straight up onto Old Ding’s roof and started pulling away the thatch. “Look here.”
Up here in the northwest, the wind and snow were harsher than in Panlong City, so the roofs were steeper and typically covered with thick layers of bamboo shingles and thatching. The bundles were woven layer by layer, and now snow piled thick on top, like each house was wearing a tall white hat.
Just looking at the weight of snow on those roofs, you would think that they might cave in at any time.
Willow had already opened up a gap in the snow and straw....
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