As soon as these words were spoken, the shouting voices fell silent, and they continued their journey. But when would this end?
Even if these livestock could endure, they could not.
All around was barren, and each household's strong laborers had to go further to gather firewood to survive the night.
In this drafty place, everyone was shivering in the cold. Even when they managed to start a fire, it didn't solve much.
At this time, the importance of the oilcloths they bought earlier became apparent. Leaning against the carriage, they could at least create a small windproof shelter.
"Honestly, it wouldn't matter if we rested a bit later. Finding this ghostly place, the wind sounds like ghosts wailing."
"Could you not say that?" asked the timid ones, who felt a shiver down their spine and their back turning colder at the mere mention of it.
