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

There were two shadows in Shen Bai's house, one big and one small. The big one was the original owner of the house he lived in, and as for the small one, the original owner said it was his son.

But no matter from their appearance or their words and deeds, Shen Bai could not find any similarities between the father and son.

Although their arrival saved himself and Ruo'er, he was still wary of the so-called original owner of the house.

The adults were not wary of the children. Jiang Shuer shared the roasted sweet potatoes with the little boy who looked very unhappy.

"Here, the sweet potato is for you. It's so sweet!"

Afraid that he would not want it, Jiang Shuoer directly stuffed the sweet potato into his hand and said with a smile, "My name is Jiang Shuo, what's your name, brother?"

"Brother? How old were you when you called me brother?"

"You're only ten years old. You look so small, you must be your younger brother!"

"..." Wen Yujiao was speechless. Is he the type of person who will grow up later?

"Wen Yujiao, Thirteen, little one, you have to call me brother."

Jiang Shuer looked as if he had heard some fairy tale. He would never believe that the kid in front of him was thirteen years old.

And why did he call me a little one? "Humph, Wen Yujiao, you are a little one! And you are a little and delicate one!"

Jiang Shuo'er finished speaking angrily, knowing that what he said was inappropriate, and quickly hid behind his little father.

When Shen Bai heard the little boy blurt out the name, he immediately looked at the original owner who was roasting fire and watching the fun on the other side. He had asked the head of the village about the original owner's surname, and it was obviously different from the little boy's.

"My surname is Chang and my given name is Ji."

After introducing himself, he looked very embarrassed as he explained to Shen Bai and his son why they had different surnames.

What about him marrying into the Wen family? As for why the father and son returned to Daliu Village, it was because Miss Wen had a new lover, and she abandoned her husband and children...

What he said was sincere, but Shen Bai did not completely believe it. The main reason was that it was worthy of suspicion for a man to speak of marrying into his wife's family as being so normal.

Although this house belongs to Chang Ji, he did the repairs after he came here. Otherwise, Chang Ji and his son would have to suffer the cold in the house with leaks everywhere.

As for Chang Ji and his son, he didn't see a single grain of rice. If they didn't freeze to death, they would probably starve to death.

Shen Bai thought again that during the natural disaster, he and Shuo Ge'er lived so far away from the village. If something happened, the villagers would be out of reach.

If I take Chang Ji in here, for the sake of food, he should be able to protect me and Suo Ge'er to some extent.

When Shen Bai thought of this, he briefly told Chang Ji the method he had come up with.

Chang Ji looked at the young man in front of him and wondered if he was a little stupid.

Isn’t he afraid that he is inviting a wolf into the house?

Between sharing food and eating alone, I think most people would choose the latter!

"Mr. Chang, will the method I suggested work? Give me a straight answer!"

"to make!"

"..." Chang Ji agreed without knowing why. Then he changed his mind and thought, isn't this like eating for free and still not being satisfied?

As the temperature in the room gradually rose, people began to feel drowsy.

Ye Fanxing gently pushed the door open a crack, and the slightly cooler air from the main room rushed into the room, instantly making his mind much clearer.

Even though he was very sleepy tonight, Ye Fanxing didn't plan to sleep.

He got up and went to the main room to take the customized small cooking utensils into the inner room, and also took the remaining corn tortillas.

Prepare to make some savory pancake strips as a midnight snack to replenish your energy.

His main purpose was to kill time. If it weren't for the candlelight and the fire, doing anything else would hurt his eyes, and he wouldn't have filled the house with fragrance.

Ye Fanxing simply made some shredded radish soup, after all, eating only the biscuits was too dry.

Just as the family of three was about to enjoy the delicious food, they vaguely heard a cry for help from outside, "Someone, save my son..."

This cry was like a signal transmitter, and various cries followed one after another.

"Dad...wake up!"

"Wow, wow, wow... Mom, I'm so cold..."

Needless to say, the whole village will have a hard time sleeping tonight. In addition to those who were crushed to death by the collapsed houses, there will also be the elderly who have saved money for their children all their lives...

Ye Fanxing was unmoved by the miserable cries for help outside. He first served a bowl of steaming radish vermicelli soup to Song Haoming and his son, then he took a spoonful himself and began to drink the soup and eat the biscuits slowly.

The wailing sounds in the village did not last long. After all, it was freezing cold, and crying would not solve any problems. Instead, it would freeze you from the flowing tears.

After eating and drinking, Ye Fanxing looked out the window and saw the pale sky rising in the sky. He suddenly felt sleepy.

He threw some more wood into the stove and the brazier, and opened the door a crack. Ye Fanxing didn't want his family of three to die of carbon monoxide poisoning instead of freezing to death.

They slept in their clothes, and as it was already dawn, the three of them slept soundly.

When he woke up again, Ye Fanxing felt like he was dehydrated. He found that his whole body was soaked in sweat.

I subconsciously looked at the bracelet on my wrist and saw the temperature was 5c.

He was very glad that the three of them did not cover themselves with quilts when they went to sleep, so it was not just like dehydration, but real dehydration!

By then, the adults might be fine, but Xiaonan might be in danger.

Ye Fanxing woke up the father and son again, but this time she asked them to undress instead of dressing them.

Oh my God, have you been playing a heart-pounding game all night?

The temperature has dropped from -15c to -55c, and now it is 5c. Such a big temperature difference is not just a heart-pounding thing, it's simply trying to stop everyone's heart from beating!

Ye Fanxing changed into a set of fresh clothes and began to mix simple salt and sugar water as a replenishment for dehydration.

He left a bowl for Song Haoming and Xiaonan, and took the rest to Ye Yushan's house next door.

The sunshine outside was so dazzling and warm at this moment. In the blue sky, a few white clouds floated lazily, leaving no trace of the snowstorm that had just passed.

After delivering sugar and salt water to Ye Yushan's house, Ye Fanxing planned to go to Shen Bai's house while the weather was warm, and try to persuade him. He still hoped that he could live in his own house.

When he went out, he happened to meet Qian Xiangwen, who was holding the household registration book in his hand and accompanying his father, Qian Lizheng, to register every household.

"Xing'er, is everyone at home okay?"

Ye Fanxing nodded, "Uncle Laurie is concerned about us, we are all fine."

"Good good!"

Ye Fanxing did not ask Qian Lizheng how many people in the village were killed.

But listening to his slightly hoarse voice and excitedly saying three good words in a row, it was like seeing a glimmer of hope in the midst of suffering. There must be quite a few people who died...