One autumn rain, one cold spell.
After several drizzling rains, the temperature had dropped significantly. The Dwarves began to wear extra jackets.
Lately, they had become obsessed with papermaking. The quality of the paper improved with each batch; even Eric's toilet paper was much better.
After experiencing this "civilization." no one thought he was doing something frivolous anymore. They even proactively increased the production of toilet paper.
Even the Snow Wolves, after trying it once, couldn't go back to their previous khổ sở life.
The good paper for writing and the toilet paper were carefully stored by the two chiefs in the second basement of Eric's new house.
He found it a bit strange to have public goods stored at his house, but Thomas laughed and said:
"It's more convenient to keep it here. Anyone who needs it can come and get it. Leaving it in the mountain cave is both far and prone to mold."
