In mid-December, the weather was extremely cold, and finally, the first snow had fallen. The He family gathered around a fire in the courtyard, which had a roof to cover them from snow. “It’s snowing!” He Yu exclaimed excitedly. He looked out at the mountaintop where the bright red maple leaves were slowly being painted white by the snow. He Yu, wearing a big winter coat, ran out from under the roof, extending his hand to catch the falling snowflakes. Strangely, not a single snowflake landed in his hand. Whenever the snow fell, it would melt and disperse into tiny water droplets before reaching the ground. “Eh? Where did the snow go?” The little boy wondered. “Yu’er, there’s no snow in our house. If you want to play, you’ll have to go to the street,” Zhenzhu smiled and told him. This happened because of her Transcending Fate Formation, which caused all the snow to melt, so there was no snow falling on either her vegetable garden and orchard. He Yu listened to his elder sister and ran out to the street. “Ah, cold!” His smooth, white cheeks turned bright red as they were hit by the strong, cold wind. Why was there heavy snow on the street in front of the house? And it was so much colder and windier than his home. Google seaʀᴄh 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕·𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎·𝚗𝚎𝚝 However, when he looked back at the house and the vegetable garden, he saw heavy snowfall. The little child ran back inside the walls, only to find that the snow was gone once he was inside. This was because inside the house and garden, Zhenzhu had placed a Transcending Fate Formation, altering the air and environment of an area within the formation to be suitable for living things. The outside weather had minimal effect inside the formation. Even if it was freezing cold, windy, and snowy outside, inside the formation, there was only a slight breeze and a bit of chill. Additionally, Zhenzhu had added Illusionary Character so that from the outside, it appeared as though heavy snow was falling inside, with similar weather conditions. He Yu was still puzzled. He hurriedly scooped up some snow from the ground and ran back to another side of the wall. However, as soon as he stepped in, the snow in his hand instantly melted. “Ah, the snow melted.” “If you want to play, Yu’er, stay outside. You can’t bring the snow inside,” Miss Wang said. “Why not?” He wanted to make a snowman. “Because our house is warmer than outside.” “Alright, I’ll play outside then,” the little boy said, looking disappointed. He Yu went out to play in the snow until his cheeks were bright red from the harsh cold wind, but he refused to go back inside. Everyone in the house felt affectionate seeing him like that. In previous winters, they had not experienced such joy. Every year, the He family would huddle in the house to keep warm because they couldn’t afford sweaters and thick blankets, relying on thin blankets and each other’s warmth to fend off the cold. But this year, that nightmare had passed. Xin Xi watched the heavy snowfall outside with a heavy heart. Winter was a nightmare for him every year. It was a nightmare for all beggars. They had to struggle to stay warm to survive the hardship and harsh cold that gnawed at their hearts. Every year, at least five beggars would die from the cold because their bodies couldn’t withstand it. But this year, he had a sweater, a shelter to keep out the cold wind and dew at night, and thick blankets to keep him warm at night. He was grateful to have met Big Sister Zhu and the He family. They were the ones who pulled him out of that suffering. He wondered how many beggars would freeze to death this year. “Xin Xi, have you distributed the blankets and sweaters to all the servants?” “They’re all distributed, Big Sister Zhu.” “Very good. Then let’s go to the weaving factory.” In such heavy snowfall, most people would snuggle under thick blankets and rest happily. But not her. Her time was precious, and she couldn’t afford to be lazy and nap during the day. Now, the silkworms Aunt Qu had raised were starting to spin their silk, and she needed Aunt Qu to help teach the female servants how to reel the silk. She also wanted to recruit more female laborers for weaving. “Yes.” Xin Xi hurried to prepare the horse carriage for the journey. Despite the falling snow, the roads were still passable by carriage for now. However, if the snow continued to fall, it wouldn’t be long before the carriage would no longer be usable. Xin Xi and Zhenzhu quickly arrived at the weaving factory. Inside, the air was not as cold, similar to her home. Most of the female servants were there, diligently learning how to reel silk from Miss Qu. Reeling silk involves selecting the cocoons beforehand, separating the good ones from the bad to obtain silk threads that are round and consistently sized. Cocoons ready for reeling must be processed within ten days, or the pupae will turn into butterflies. The process of silk reeling begins by boiling the cocoons to dissolve the glue that holds the fibers together, then pulling the fibers out. The silk thread is made by reeling fibers from several cocoons together into a single thread, so they twist around each other, creating a strong and durable bond. “You, tend to the fire. Don’t let it get too hot.” “Add more cocoons to the clay pot.” “Don’t reel too quickly. The cocoons haven’t dissolved yet.” Miss Qu was earnestly teaching the servants how to reel silk. She was highly skilled in textile production and silk weaving, so she was dedicated to passing on as much knowledge as possible to the servants for the benefit of the lady in the future. "Aunt Qu, how are they doing? Are they learning well?" "Some are quick learners, while others are still clumsy. So, I’ve had them start with other types of silk because if they reel the Tiejin silk, they might ruin it. The current cold and damp weather affects the cocoons. The silk that can be reeled is coarser and more challenging to reel it." "Is high humidity not good?" "It’s not good. It makes the silk fibers coarser." Miss Qu said. Zhenzhu nodded in understanding. She must adjust the formation here, since the formation she had set at the weaving factory was a Transcending Fate Formation, suited for plant growth, but it might not be ideal for the cocoons. "Oh, I’ll fix it. Let me see the Tiejin silk that has been reeled." She wanted to know if the Tiejin or Caihong silkworms, when fed with mulberry leaves infused with spirit energy, could produce finer and more beautiful silk. "Here, miss. This bundle of raw silk is from the first batch of Tiejin silkworms. This one is from the second batch, after they received the mulberry leaves with spirit energy. They grew very quickly and were soon ready to spin their cocoons." Zhenzhu took the two bundles of raw silk. One was fine, white silk with a shimmering quality, reflecting light in various directions, looking beautiful and glossy. Sometimes, when it caught the light, it sparkled brilliantly. Unfortunately, there was no sunlight now, but she could imagine how stunning it would be in sunlight. The other bundle, however, had a blue sheen to it. "Why are the colors different?" "I don’t know, miss. The two raw silk bundles were reeled at different times. The first bundle was reeled before the snow fell, and the second one was reeled just recently. I suspect the weather or humidity affects the texture and color of the silk," Miss Qu speculated. She had never produced such fine and beautiful Tiejin silk before, so she guessed it was because of the humidity, since it had the most significant impact on the cocoons. "Is that so?!" Zhenzhu’s eyes sparkled. If Miss Qu was correct, she could produce raw silk without dyeing. She could build multiple silk reeling houses and set up formations with varying humidity levels. When they reel cocoons, they can achieve a variety of colors. Undyed raw silk would sparkle more beautifully and reflect the light better. If the color of the Tiejin silk depended on humidity, it would be wonderful. "In that case, let’s reel more silk a few more times." "I’ll go recruit more female laborers so Aunt Qu can teach them weaving. Our weaving factory will then have enough workers." "Big Sister Zhu! Big Sister Zhu, something’s happened!" Suddenly, Xin Xi ran in, shouting throughout the weaving factory. The servants who were reeling silk were startled. "What is it, Xin Xi?" "It’s Brother Ming! Brother Ming has passed out!" Xin Xi’s panicked expression made Zhenzhu worry. What had happened to her big brother? Why was he unconscious? "Passed out? What happened?!" "I don’t know, Miss. Feng Yi just ran and told me." Xin Xi had been sitting, waiting for Zhenzhu outside the weaving factory. Not long after, he saw Feng Yi running through the snow, handing him a piece of paper. It read that He Ming had passed out. Startled, he quickly ran to inform Zhenzhu. Zhenzhu hurriedly had Xin Xi drive the horse carriage back home. When she arrived at He Ming’s residence, she saw her father, mother, He Yu, Aunt Zhou, and everyone else inside. They all looked worried. He Ming lay unconscious on the bed. "What happened, Mother?" Miss Wang didn’t answer but pointed to a jar on the table. When Zhenzhu approached, a fragrant aroma wafted out, refreshing her. The fatigue in her body seemed to lessen slightly. "Is... Is this Yuchong liquor?" "Yes. This morning, we ground Yuchong fruit as usual. When it was time to brew a new jar of liquor, your father sent Ming’er to bury the jar as usual. For some reason, Ming’er dug up the first jar we brewed and drank it. After that, he passed out and hasn’t woken up despite our efforts," Miss Wang explained. Zhenzhu recalled that the first jar of liquor they brewed had been fermenting for six months, it was quite long. He Ming must have thought it had been fermenting for a long time, wanting to taste it but didn’t expect Yuchong liquor to make him pass out . "I think Big Brother might have drunk a bit too much and passed out. Father, Mother, please don’t worry." She hoped it was the case. "Peipei, prepare some water to wipe Big Brother’s body." Peipei quickly fetched a bowl of water and a cloth to wipe He Ming’s body. Everyone waited for him to wake up. As time passed into the evening, He Ming still hadn’t regained consciousness. "Husband, why hasn’t our child woken up yet?" Miss Wang began to worry. "Let’s keep watching. He might just be sleeping." Zhenzhu was equally worried. Had he drunk too much and would sleep until morning? Everyone in the house was concerned, even Aunt Zhou sat vigil. Peipei brought a meal into He Ming’s residence for everyone to have dinner. "Furen, please eat something, or you’ll fall ill." "Mother, please eat some. You’ll get sick if you don’t. Big Brother might just be sleeping," Zhenzhu held her mother’s hand, guiding her to sit down and eat. After everyone finished their meal, Zhenzhu told them to go to bed and check again in the morning. She asked Feng Yi and Feng Xian to bring their bedding from their place to watch over He Ming. "Doctor, how is my son?" Miss Wang asked, her voice trembling. He Ming had been unconscious for five days. The He family was extremely anxious. Miss Wang had sent Xin Xi to fetch doctors from the town since the second day, and many doctors had examined him, all saying he was just asleep. "Furen, my knowledge is limited. I do not know what caused the young master to be in this state. There seems to be nothing wrong. It looks like he’s just sleeping." The young doctor shook his head after examining He Ming. Miss Wang grew more worried as she heard. Why hadn’t her son woken up yet? After seeing the young doctor out, Miss Wang returned to He Ming’s residence and went straight to her son’s bed. "Ming’er, why haven’t you woken up yet?" Just then, He Ming’s eyelids began to twitch, and after a while, he opened his eyes. "Ming’er! You’re awake!" Miss Wang shouted, causing everyone outside to rush into He Ming’s residence. "Mother, has Big Brother woken up?" Zhenzhu, who had been helping her father cultivate plants behind the residence, ran in excitedly. "Cough, cough, cough. Water, give me some water," He Ming’s throat felt parched, as if filled with rough sand. Miss Wang quickly brought him water. "Ming’er, how do you feel? Are you in pain?" Miss Wang anxiously checked him over. "Big Brother, how do you feel?" Zhenzhu asked, worried that the Yuchong liquor might have harmed him. He Ming moved to shake off the stiffness from lying still for so long. He then checked his body and his spirit energy. When he tried to walk, he realized his spirit energy had advanced to the dark blue tier! He Ming recalled the time he buried the liquor jar for fermentation. He remembered his younger sister saying that Yuchong liquor is ready after 5-6 months. He wanted to taste it, as Yuchong liquor was said to be excellent—so good that even the emperor felt reluctant to bring a jar and serve it to guests. So, he decided to dig up the first jar he buried to try it. Before drinking the Yuchong liquor, he had already created 721 spirit energy channels. When he drank the Yuchong liquor, the fragrance made him feel refreshed, and its taste was exceptionally smooth and mellow. Suddenly, he felt a sense of emptiness, as if his body was floating in the air—a rare and extraordinary sensation. He Ming exclaimed, "Excellent liquor!" When everyone realized that his six-day slumber was due to his advancement in level, they were all relieved. Today, the He family prepared more food to celebrate He Ming’s advancement. "Next time, be careful and don’t drink anything random..." Miss Wang began to scold now that her worries had eased. He Ming could only smile sheepishly and nod solemnly. He argued in his mind, ‘I didn’t drink randomly. I drank the Yuchong liquor that you brewed, Mother.’ "Mother, does this mean our liquor is ready to drink? I wonder how it tastes. Big Brother, was it good?" Zhenzhu was excited that the Yuchong liquor was ready. "Very good. Better than anything I’ve ever tasted. You must try it yourself." "How can you try it? I forbid everyone from drinking liquor. You are all too young and not of age to drink." "No buts. If you want to drink, I’ll allow you only a small sip." Miss Wang did not let her daughter finish her sentence. If drinking it led to a month-long slumber, she would be terribly worried. Zhenzhu’s face fell. She hated being a child. This child’s body was so inconvenient. She couldn’t even drink the excellent liquor. If she had known, she would have secretly dug up the liquor to drink before He Ming did. Just wait—when her mother wasn’t looking, she would sneak out to dig it up and hide it. That evening, the He family enjoyed a joyful meal together. After the troubling events, they were unaware of how heavy the snow had been falling outside their home. For the past several days, their concern for He Ming’s condition kept them from going out. Only Xin Xi went out to fetch doctors, and Aunt Zhou went out to sell vegetables with Feng Yi and Feng Xian helping her. "Master He, Master Wen Dai said that the snow is heavy and Yu’er doesn’t need to travel to see him. He will come to teach at our house." Master Wen Dai was very fond of He Yu and, concerned about the heavy snow, decided to come to the house himself to teach. "Ah, is that so? I haven’t left the house for many days. How is the city?" He Lei asked. "The snow is heavy. It has been falling for several days now, and carriages and carts can’t travel," Xin Xi said. For the past few days, he had to walk to the city to fetch doctors for He Ming, as carriages couldn’t pass. Even on days when the snow fell lightly, the cold weather prevented the snow on the ground from melting. "It’s been hard on you, Xin Xi." "Father, should we go into town today to see how things are?" "Sure, let’s also take the herbs to Master Tiao. But if the carriages and carts can’t carry them, we might have to ask Feng Yi and Feng Xian to carry the baskets." "Yes, Father. I’ll also dig up some Yuchong liquor to give to Master Tiao," Zhenzhu said. Read ‘Rebirth: This Farmgirl Has Spirit Fish Scales’ before anyone else with more Chapters at https://www.jinovel.com/en