Cemetery, cabin.

After a delicious lunch, the first snow can not help but show a very satisfied smile, but think of the days ahead, her face again showed a sad look.

"Come on, Cher, brother, show you something!"

Song Yan stood up and pulled the first snow to the rice vat.

"You uncover!" Song Yan smiled mysteriously.

"Yes."

The first snow uncovered the wooden board that covered the rice jar, and immediately stared blankly, because the rice jar was full of a jar of rice, which was enough for their master and servant to eat for a month.

"Ah, Master, these rice are... Where did it come from? Because of...