The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 1142 - 965, One Hundred Thousand Whys

Li Xingnian brought some sweet potatoes, of which Daohua took half to the manor for breeding, while the other half was planted in the space, preparing to start cultivation next year.

"Why is it so hot this year?"

After mid-June, the temperature in Liangdu rose higher each day, the ground was scorching hot, and water sprinkled on the soil evaporated in moments. Everyone felt listless in the heat and didn’t want to move.

Daohua worried about her son getting heatstroke and forcibly kept him indoors, preventing him from going outside. Fortunately, the toy room was filled with toys, and although the little guy fussed at first, he eventually calmed down.

It wasn’t until mid-August that the temperature began to drop.

However, the temperature drop was quite drastic. The autumn, which should be cool and pleasant, brought a chill instead.

Some experienced elders showed their concern: "The weather this year is a bit abnormal; we better hurry up and harvest the crops from the fields."

The scholar Mr. Wang shared this concern and immediately reported it to Xiao Yeyang.

After hearing this, Xiao Yeyang consulted with some experienced farmers and got the same conclusion, so he ordered all the military outposts to harvest the crops in advance.

Indeed, by September, several outposts in Xiliang experienced frost, and many crops that had not been harvested in time were severely frost-damaged.

"This winter might be very cold; we need to prepare more supplies for it."

After returning to the residence, Xiao Yeyang mentioned this to Daohua.

Daohua nodded, "I’ve noticed it too. In previous years, Xiliang would start feeling cold in September, but it’s never been as cold as this year. Even some of the servants who are not in good health have put on cotton-padded clothes."

Xiao Yeyang said, "I have already sent people to the Gan State Guard to get more coal for storage, so we can be prepared to deal with any disaster in time."

Daohua responded with a ’hmm’: "I will take care of the preparations at the residence; just focus on the matters outside."

Xiao Yeyang added, "Luckily, this year you taught everyone how to knit sweaters. The military supply department has prepared tens of thousands of sets of sweaters and trousers, and if distributed among the twelve military towns, the patrolling soldiers should each be able to receive a set."

"As for the ordinary people, there are many herdsmen in Xiliang, and wool is not hard to find. If they save up, every family should be able to make something to wear."

In October, many places in Xiliang saw heavy, goose-feather-like snow.

In less than half a month, many outposts reported snow disasters within their jurisdiction.

After this, Xiao Yeyang became even busier than before, leaving early and returning late, and Daozi often complained about not seeing his father for a long time.

Thanks to this year’s repair of the official roads by all the outposts, transportation was much easier. With Xiao Yeyang’s forceful intervention, winter supplies were transported to the disaster areas on time, preventing a large number of deaths and injuries from the cold.

Wangjia Village.

Clan Leader Wang, leaning on a walking stick, went from house to house checking on the clanspeople, afraid that someone might have frozen or starved to death.

Fortunately, after making the rounds, there were no such cases. The widowed and elderly of the clan had clothes and food provided by the community, allowing them to survive the winter.

Although the lives of the clanspeople were not wealthy, they could still get by.

The Clan Leader tightened the cotton-padded coat he was wearing. Underneath it, he had on a sweater and wool trousers, and walking in the snow didn’t feel too cold. In previous years, he wouldn’t dare to go out at this time with only a cotton coat for warmth.

Speaking of which, the knitted sweaters, trousers, gloves, and socks made of wool are really warm. Next year, he would consider if the clan should buy some sheep to raise.

Without these sweaters and trousers, he wasn’t sure if the elderly of the clan could have survived this cold winter.

Previously, wool wasn’t very valuable, but now that everyone knew how to knit sweaters and trousers, the herdsmen were reluctant to sell their wool.

Some merchants were buying up wool in large quantities. As the woolen sweaters and trousers are so warm, these merchants saw a business opportunity, planning to knit them and sell them to other provinces.

If the clan also raised sheep, apart from providing for its members, they might even earn some Silver to supplement their household expenses.

Snow began to fall from the sky again, and the Clan Leader shrank his neck and hurried home.

...

Not until the end of the year did Xiao Yeyang finally find some leisure time.

Daozi hadn’t seen his father for two or three months, and he was momentarily stunned to see Xiao Yeyang during breakfast.

"You little rascal, have you forgotten your father?"

Xiao Yeyang saw his son looking at him with a confused face and smiled as he ruffled his head.

Daozi, recalling what his mother had told him, immediately asked loudly, "Daddy, are you done with your work?"

Xiao Yeyang’s eyes brightened: "You’ve started to talk after a few months of not being with you? My son is truly awesome."

Seeing Xiao Yeyang looking quite pleased with himself, Daohua was somewhat speechless: "Now that you’re not busy, spend more time with the little guy. Just in time to experience your son’s myriad of whys."

Xiao Yeyang looked puzzled: "What myriad of whys?"

Daohua chuckled: "You’ll know soon enough." She then started talking about the New Year’s gifts, "This year Xiliang had heavy snow, making the roads difficult to travel, so the New Year’s gifts from Beijing might arrive a bit late."

Xiao Yeyang laughed: "These external factors beyond our control can be explained to Father and my in-laws; they will understand."

Daohua: "Of course I know that, but there are also gifts for Uncle Emperor. If they arrive after the New Year, I’m worried Uncle Emperor won’t be pleased."

Xiao Yeyang: "That won’t be an issue. Uncle Emperor is not so petty."

Daohua: "If you say so, then I’ll be at ease."

The New Year’s gifts for the Emperor weren’t much, just some fine pelts from hunting expeditions led by Xiao Yeyang, as well as newly made sweaters, shawls, and the like, woven from various types of wool yarn as a token of regard.

The gifts for Prince Ping and the Yan Residence were pretty much the same.

After eating, Daohua went to help with the affairs of the residence, leaving her son in Xiao Yeyang’s care.

The weather was cold, and going out was not an option, so Daozi, confined indoors, became fascinated with drawing.

"Daddy, come draw with me."

"Alright!"

Daozi pulled Xiao Yeyang to the toy room, took out the drawing paper his mother had bound for him, along with watercolor pens, and then sat Xiao Yeyang down at his little table.

Xiao Yeyang curiously picked up his son’s watercolor pens, and after examining them, laughed and said: "Your mother really went out of her way for you."

The child was young, letting him paint directly with pigments would probably lead to a mess in the house after one or two attempts.

As everyone knows, paint pigments are not the easiest to clean up.

Daozi picked up a red watercolor pen and started drawing on the paper.

Xiao Yeyang originally thought he would just need to sit by and guide his son in drawing, but soon after, his son looked up at him with his shiny black eyes.

"Daddy, why are dogs only black?"

Xiao Yeyang: "...Because dogs are inherently black."

Daozi pouted: "But I like red dogs." Saying this, he lifted the paper showing the red dog he had drawn and handed it to Xiao Yeyang.

Xiao Yeyang: "..."

After a while, Daozi asked again: "Daddy, grandma said I was picked up, is that true?"

Xiao Yeyang immediately said: "Of course not, you were born to Daddy and Mommy."

Daozi’s eyes widened instantly: "How was I born?"

Xiao Yeyang: "....." This question is a bit difficult.

Seeing Xiao Yeyang unable to answer, Daozi seemed somewhat disdainful: "Daddy, why does a hen lay eggs?"

"Daddy, why does it snow in the sky?"

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"Daddy, why do the flowers in the ancestral courtyard die when they are plucked?"

By noon, Xiao Yeyang, feeling dizzy, took his son to the dining hall for lunch, still mulling over each and every ’why’ posed by his son.

What he didn’t expect was that this year, during the New Year festivities, his son’s curiosity would skyrocket, asking questions wherever they went, which really made his head spin.

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