It was the tenth day of the second month; all the snow in the fields had melted. Although the air was still chill, tender sprouts and wild grass had already appeared in the wild, and the wheat in the fields had turned green again.
Walking along the ridges between the fields, when the wind blew head-on, it was still cool, yet one could feel its softness and warmth; it was different from the biting north wind.
With the sun shining down, after walking a while on the ridge, the chill was slowly driven away, and the whole body began to feel warm and cozy.
With this wind blowing, Tao Wu couldn't help feeling better; he really couldn't imagine that in such fine weather there would be the torrential rains Guo Pu had spoken of, rains that would even turn into a disaster seldom seen in decades.
