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

There is winter in the south, and it does snow, but it is not so terribly cold that it can take one's life.

The bracelet shows that the outdoor temperature is 5c, but this 5c may be different from the previous 5c.

As the old saying goes, a three-foot-thick ice does not form overnight. Last night's extreme cold directly overturned this theory.

Ye Fanxing suddenly became worried about the problem of drinking water in the future. Did he have to boil snow and make tea like the literati?

Come to think of it, it might not be a bad idea to pretend to be cultured for once.

In modern times, in addition to air pollution, there are also various pathogens. Rain and snow, the so-called rootless things, have become deadly poisons.

Ye Fanxing took the initiative to take the responsibility of checking on Shen Bai's family, and also made an agreement with Qian Lizheng that if he didn't see her within half an hour, it would prove that Shen Bai's family was fine.

Qian Lizheng nodded in response. With so many people suddenly missing from the village, it would take him a while just to choose a cemetery.

"Uncle Shen! Ruo'er!"

"coming!"

The word "coming" made Ye Fanxing stunned. When did a man appear in Uncle Shen's house?

"It turns out it's Brother Xing, come in and sit down!"

Ye Fanxing saw that although this man could call out his name accurately, he still chose to stand at the gate of the courtyard and looked at Chang Ji with a little wariness.

Seeing this, Chang Ji could only introduce himself first.

Until Shen Bai came out and invited Ye Fanxing into the house, Ye Fanxing had not yet found any trace of Chang Ji in her memory.

After entering the house, Chang Ji deliberately avoided suspicion and went to another room. Ye Fanxing pulled Shen Bai aside and asked him carefully.

Shen Bai also told everything he knew, including how he took in Chang Ji and his son, and what his own plans were.

Ye Fanxing frowned slightly after hearing this. Since Uncle Shen had laid everything out in front of him, he must have made up his mind.

If I continue to say those words of persuasion, it would seem a bit redundant.

However, Ye Fanxing still gave Shen Bai a few instructions, simply hoping that he would be more careful and come to him anytime if anything happened.

Although he didn't know Chang Ji, the fact that he didn't harm Shen Bai and his son during the natural disaster showed that this man still had some conscience.

Ye Fanxing immediately wanted to win them over. During a natural disaster, although each family should mind their own business, having more people is not necessarily a bad thing.

He lowered his voice and told Shen Bai all his thoughts. After listening, Shen Bai was stunned at first, then nodded in understanding.

As for whether it was true understanding or false understanding, Ye Fanxing didn't think too much about it. In short, things had not developed to that point and everything was unknown.

After returning home, Ye Fanxing told Song Haoming about what happened in Shen Bai's family, and also asked him about Chang Ji's situation in detail.

This made Song Haoming very jealous.

Although he was a little jealous, he still told Ye Fanxing everything he knew.

"Uncle Shen's Chang Ji is definitely not the real Chang Ji. Tell me, why did he show up in our Dalui Village with a child and use the name Chang Ji?"

Song Haoming pulled Ye Fanxing to sit beside him and said, "Husband, don't worry too much. A fox will always show its tail."

"Since he can take the place of the hunter Changji, he must have some skills. With him around, Uncle Shen and his son will be safer."

"More safe? I think more dangerous is more like it!"

Ye Fanxing attributed many of her ridiculous speculations to the so-called Chang Ji father and son, which made Song Haoming's mouth twitch.

How could he not know that his young husband also had the ability to write storybooks?

"Husband, the story you made up is so wonderful. Now that there are more people in the village, you should tell it to the village head."

"That's right. Just because we can't tell them apart doesn't mean the village head can't tell them apart either."

Seeing the young man who was eager to try and couldn't wait to go to the headman's house, Song Haoming shook his head helplessly.

With his wild idea, I'm afraid that even if the village head uncle is sure that Chang Ji is real, I'm afraid that the young husband may not believe it.

Just after noon, the gong in the ancestral hall was struck again.

Normally, Ye Fanxing would not want to go to this big ancestral hall to join in the fun, but today was different. His purpose of going there was to see if Chang Ji would go.

While chatting with Zao Ge'er, they walked towards the ancestral hall. They looked so leisurely, as if they were going to watch a play instead of attending a group meeting.

Only a few families did not bring mourning clothes, while the rest came in mourning clothes.

Ye Fanxing also put away his previous cynical look, pulled Zao Ge'er, and found an inconspicuous place to stand quietly.

Qian Lizheng coughed twice, suppressing his hoarse voice due to sobbing, and said, "There are 29 registered households in Daliu Village, with a total of 261 people."

"Ahem... yesterday... due to the blizzard and extreme cold... a total of seventy-three people died..."

Ye Fanxing, who had been calm at first, was stunned when he learned that a quarter of the village population died in one night.

These are just the ones who died of direct freezing. There must be quite a few who suffered frostbite or...

He was still thinking about how to get the medicine out: should Qian Lizheng distribute it door to door, or should anyone who is sick come to his house to get the medicine?

No matter what he does, it will be difficult to stop people from talking during this natural disaster. In short, it is a thankless task that costs money and is laborious.

Just when his thoughts drifted a little far away, Qian Li, accompanied by the sobbing of the crowd, gritted his teeth and said with a hard heart that the deceased should be cremated collectively.

"Mr. Qian, you have such a vicious heart. My boss's death was tragic enough, and you even want to burn his body. You want him to never be reborn!"

"Yes, bury them in peace. You want them to have no peace even after death!"

"Cremation is fine, but I'll have to trouble you to cremate yourself first."

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The wailing sounds now began to attack Qian Lizheng in unison, especially the Ye family, who were having a great time.

"Bang!" A gong sounded.

Qian Lizheng looked coldly at the people in mourning and said, "Why don't the elders who are still alive speak up for justice? Do you have no face left?"

Seeing no one responded, he continued, "I guess you must have some impression of famine and eating children."

"If they eat the living, let alone the dead, if you don't want the dead to be eaten by you or outsiders, the best way is to cremate them!"

Ye Fanxing originally thought that Qian Lizheng proposed cremation in order to reduce pollution sources and provide villagers with a good living environment.

Who would have thought that the real reason was so simple and crude.

Not only him, but other villagers also began to retch at the thought of cannibalism.

"If there is no objection, the deceased will be laid to rest at home for a day and then cremated by the West River the next day."

Qian Lizheng made the decision in a hoarse voice with tears in his eyes. He knew that everyone would be resentful of him because he broke the customary rule that no burial should take place on July 7 or August 8...