The weather is clear today.
Zhi'er, after her afternoon nap, found herself with nothing to do, so she went to the Xiuluo Guard to play.
She laid on Feng Fuce's desk, with seven or eight crumpled paper balls in front of her.
"Who should I play with? Let me choose one."
Zhi'er's small hand picked among the paper balls, and finally she picked one up randomly.
She opened it and saw: "Oh, it turns out it's Sixth Brother."
The little one thought for a moment: "It's cold recently, and Sixth Brother is weak. I'd better not call him out."
Zhi'er threw the paper ball aside and picked up another.
This time, she opened it to find the name of Bai Daoyan, the fourth son.
Zhi'er shook her head: "Fourth Brother has been very busy lately, no time to play."
As it got colder, Zhi'er had given Bai Daoyan a recipe to ward off the cold recently.
Following the old custom, he was to sell it under the name Kunshan Little Immortal, one tael per sheet.
Bai Daoyan must be very busy right now.
