After An Ning spoke, An Sancheng agreed.
"Let's go. Let's go home."
An Sancheng stomped his feet, his boots landing on the newly swept dirt path as he headed for the gate to their home.
An Ning stomped her feet as well. Her shoes were cold through and through, especially around her ankles, and she couldn't help but stamp them to get the feeling back.
As the group walked away, the big rooster that had been chasing An Guoping gave up the pursuit and strutted home, looking smug.
An Guoping ran to catch up with everyone, hurried into the house, and sat on a small stool beside the stove pit.
"I'm freezing to death!"
An Guoping pulled off his cotton-padded shoes, propped them open with a stick, and set them in front of the stove pit to warm up.
"How did you manage to get your shoes wet just from sweeping snow?"
