Next day, they packed up the tents, loaded their luggage onto the sled, and then seven people pulled it forward.
It felt quite light.
Walking wasn't easy; some places had deep snow, others had hardened snow, making it slippery.
The thawing weather was particularly cold.
The snowy landscape was actually quite beautiful.
Birds on the branches were chirping noisily.
Short Bow sneaked into a grove, and came out a minute later with two wild chickens.
He was indeed skilled in this area.
Their boots were in bad shape, so the primitive shoemaker was crafting new ones, busy in the evenings when camping, making a pair in two days.
Ma Lin's boots had openings at the front, getting damp inside from walking every day.
Dirty and cold.
Both his ankles were frostbitten.
Though wearing gloves, his hands were full of cracks.
He had no complaints. He insisted on this trip, so he had to be responsible for everyone.
