National Day and his two brothers were talking in low voices, teasing each other. They picked up brooms and shovels and went to the backyard.
In the East Wing of the main room, Mr. Zhang had already lit a lamp. Hearing the noises outside, Mr. Zhang didn't even have to think to know it was Xiao Wu, as their three sons were the first to get up every morning to help him with chores.
Mother Zhang dressed up and looked at him, "Put on some more clothes, don't you feel today's quite cold? Hearing the sound of sweeping in the courtyard early in the morning, I estimate it snowed."
Mr. Zhang nodded, tidying himself up, "I'll go check the backyard to see if the snow is heavy. A few days ago, we built a nest for the chickens, they'd better not freeze to death."
