Chapter 422: The Snow Stops "It's blue." Li Xuemei was most interested in this one. She set the other two rolls aside, unable to put down this particular roll of Bamboo Slips on dyeing fabric. Yan Yu pushed the folded quilt and the pillow to the side, then brought over a kang table. Li Xuemei clumsily dressed herself, retrieved a notebook she had made, and laid it flat on the table. She began to decipher the characters on the Bamboo Slips bit by bit. "It's called Ancient Method Blue Dye.…