Xia Houchu patted her back and said, "Get up and massage my shoulder. I'm a little sad after sitting here for a whole day."
She had to climb to the back to work, but Qinfang usually pinched her shoulders and kicked her legs. Now she knew how tiring it would be if she did it herself. After pinching for a while, she sat down and complained, "I'm not pinching you anymore. My hands are sore."
Xia Hou turned to look at him and continued to read the memorial. He just looked at it for a long time without writing a sign, as if he had a headache and was in a dilemma.
"What's wrong?" Feng Lanxiu glanced at him and asked.
"There's another snow disaster in the north. Many cows, goats, and horses of the herdsmen have frozen to death after the heavy snowfall for quite a few days. They died of hunger
