At this time, the snow in the sky was not small, and most places on the ground of the yard had been covered with a layer of white.
An old man over there is holding a lantern to feed the horses in the barn. He will scold the horses whose owners haven't bought the bean cake fodder but still put their heads out to steal it. If they don't use it, they will tie it to a farther place.
There was a lantern hanging at the door of the accounting room, while other places were dark.
"Sister, give me a candle. Has the duet at the big pass started?"
"Listen, it has been finished for a while