In the afternoon, the cold wind surged, a sudden snowstorm struck, and the wind and snow tore off the roofs of the straw huts, greatly complicating the repair efforts. Fengyu raised her head to stare at the ominously dark sky, her heart sinking steadily.
It's going to rain!
Fierce winds, ice, snow, and rain—such dreadful weather. She could only pray that hail wouldn't follow.
The women boiled ginger tea, hot water, and rice soup in the courtyard. Groups of fifty Kyoto Capital Guard members came inside for warmth before leaving, only to return an hour later—clearly organized. If thousands poured in altogether, even a dozen pots couldn't prepare enough. The women had already constructed makeshift stoves, ceaselessly stoking the fire in the courtyard.
