The number one scholar is a piece of shit that everyone wants

The lingering snow started from the first day of the New Year and continued intermittently until the morning of the fifth day, when it gradually stopped.

The temperature also dropped below zero degrees, as a thin layer of ice formed on the surface of the small river in the village.

Although some elderly people in the village feel that the snow this winter is much heavier than in previous years, they always hold the idea that snow is a sign of a good harvest and look at this cold winter with a sharply lower temperature.

When the light snow stopped, Ye Fanxing suddenly felt nervous. He thought of the moment of peace before the blizzard came...

As for Ye Yushan and his wife, and Shen Bai and his son, Ye Fanxing would give them a lecture every day starting from the first day of early winter.

Things like don't fall into deep sleep, keep something warm next to you, etc., they almost knew them by heart.

Even so, if extreme cold comes tonight, Ye Fanxing's worries will not decrease.

Song Haoming reached out and touched Ye Fanxing's brows which were furrowed with worry: "Husband, the snow has stopped, why are you still so sad?"

"Although the snow has stopped, I'm afraid it will get heavier later..."

Song Haoming looked at the sky through the window. Although the sun was out, it was playing hide-and-seek with the thick clouds, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing among the clouds.

Ye Fanxing felt very uncomfortable about the fact that they had to offer sacrifices to the gods on a rainy day.

Although he said that he would never care about the lives of the villagers again, he was not so inhumane, otherwise he would not have made so many pills at home.

Just when he was at a loss as to how to inform Qian Lizheng, the voice of Brother Yushan came from next door.

"Xing Ge, please lend me your ladder. I need to clear the snow off the roof before the snow stops..."

There's snow on the roof. Yes, if we don't clear the snow and it continues like this, the house will definitely collapse!

Song Haoming saw his young husband hurriedly rushing out of the house. He first told Ye Yushan where the ladder was, and then left the yard.

Without thinking, I knew that the young man must have gone to Qian Lizheng's house.

Song Haoming curled the corners of his lips, thinking that his young husband was too kind.

Thinking of this, a coldness flashed across his clear eyes. In this case, he would be the one to play the evil side from now on.

Not long after, the sound of the gong in the ancestral hall was struck...

Ye Fanxing and Qian Lizheng briefly explained the reason for gathering everyone together, and then returned home with no regrets. As for whether they would do as they were told, that was none of their business!

"Why sweep? The snow has stopped snowing and the sun is out. This little bit of snow will melt in a day! They are really exaggerating when they say it can collapse the house."

"Besides, it's freezing cold. If you climb so high, what if you break your arms or legs?"

Ye Yongsheng muttered to himself as he walked home, and of course, his muttering was very loud.

After hearing this, the Ye family members had their own thoughts, but the Ye family has always been lazy.

There is a saying: A big lazy man supports a small lazy man, while the small lazy man can only stare.

After other villagers had finished clearing the snow on their roofs, only three households of the Ye family had finished cleaning their roofs. The others were lucky enough to have cleared half of the snow!

Ye Fanxing tried again and again to persuade Shen Bai and his son to live with her, but was rejected!

He could only trouble Brother Yushan to help Shen Bai and his son clear the snow on the roof, while he and Brother Zao carried two baskets of food and vegetables to deliver them.

Although Qian Lizheng would give them and their son some food every month before, under the current circumstances, if they were to take food from the village, it would definitely cause dissatisfaction among the villagers.

During this period of time, Shen Bai did make some money following Ye Fanxing, so when Ye Fanxing said that he wanted to stock up on grain, he also stocked up some. As for the grain, it was of course the lowest quality coarse grain.

He knew how ridiculously high the current grain prices were, and he was very grateful to Ye Fanxing and Zao Ge'er for their guidance, but he couldn't take the grain for free.

Shen Bai thought about it, then handed the only five taels of silver in his hand to Ye Fanxing.

"I can't take your things for free, these are bought by me."

"Buy whatever you want. These things are our tribute to you as the younger generation."

"Uncle Shen, I have never heard of paying for such filial gifts. If we accept your money, it would be extremely shameless!

Shen Bai knew that he couldn't win the argument with Ye Fanxing, so he could only look to Zao Ge'er beside him for help.

Who would have thought that Brother Zao not only did not persuade Ye Fanxing, but instead persuaded him.

"Uncle Shen, if you don't want this filial tribute, just come home with us..."

After hearing what they said, Shen Bai didn't know that everything was planned before they came, so he could only accept the things.

He always remembered all their kindness to him, and if he could survive this cold winter, he would definitely repay them.

If there hadn't been a natural disaster, he might have really flattered Ye Fanxing and begged her to let him and his son stay at home.

Although Ye Fanxing restored their freedom, he still considered himself a slave.

Before leaving Shen Bai's house, Ye Yushan dragged back two dead trees from the mountain that the three of them could barely save and brought them into the yard. As for how to chop and burn them, it was left to the father and son.

There was a reason why Ye Yushan did not help chop firewood. It was too cold in winter. In addition to burning firewood in the house for heating, moderate labor could also keep out the cold.

After dinner, Ye Fanxing was digesting the food in the yard while teasing Xiaonan. At this moment, the northwest wind was dancing with the snow on the ground like a drunkard.

Soon the heavy snow began to dance with the wind.

Ye Fanxing quickly took Xiaonan into the house, and then led the mule into the main room. Of course, he did not forget Xiaonan's precious chickens and ducks.

This main room, which was usually used for receiving guests, had temporarily become a temporary residence for the livestock.

There was no fire in the main room usually, but this time Ye Fanxing lit two braziers.

As for the inner room where we sleep, there is a small stove for boiling water and a brazier today, which is more than usual.

Seeing this, Song Haoming not only did not think that his young husband was too worried, but instead put two more pots of water on the stove. He planned to wait for the water to boil and then fill a few hot water bottles with it.

As for Xiaonan, he could only stay in bed obediently, tilting his little head and playing with the wooden blocks of various shapes that Ye Fanxing picked up from Carpenter Li.

Ye Fanxing simply calls these wooden blocks tangrams, but there are more than just seven pieces.

Looking into the yard through the gap in the window, the northwest wind was whistling past, and the gusts of wind were as fierce and murderous as a tiger. The dust and heavy snow in the yard were entangled in the wind.

The branches of the wolfberry trees were blown back and forth, like whips whipping violently in the low air, and the humming sound was like people's miserable wails.

Ye Fanxing subconsciously touched the bracelet on his wrist. The cold touch made him look down to check. Unexpectedly, the bracelet on his wrist turned out to be an electronic thermometer.

In just a short while, the temperature displayed on the bracelet dropped by 5 degrees...