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When Xiaohu woke up, his mental state was very bad.

Everyone in the family was very sad about Mrs. Zhang's death.

But leaving the body in the house was not a good idea, so Xu Wenyan decided to go to the village chief's house at noon the next day.

The wind and snow are biting, and the frost is freezing.

Even though he was wrapped so thickly, Xu Wenyan could still feel the chill seeping in. The collapsed houses and crushed trees, this white demon swept across everything in Jixiang Village.

It happened so suddenly again.

Xu Wenyan couldn't help but think of a line from Du Fu's poem, "In the high autumn month of August, the wind howls, blowing away the triple thatch on my roof." This situation is much more difficult than that of the down-and-out poet.

It took them more than half an hour to walk the short distance of a few hundred meters. They were afraid that if one of them slipped and fell on the ice cone, it would definitely make a big hole.

Looking from afar, Xu Wenyan saw wisps of smoke rising from the village chief's house, and he felt much more relieved.

I knocked on the door and entered the room. Although the smell of smoke was not strong, it was still a bit irritating to my eyes.

"Sanlin family, I'm glad you're all okay." The person who opened the door was Chen Xingjie, who was wrapped up like a big dumpling.

The two nodded and walked into the inner room. They saw that there were several children and women living in the second bedroom of the village chief's house, but Xu Wenyan didn't recognize them.

"Brother Wen Yan, you are still alive." Wang Dongmei looked at the two of them and smiled jokingly, then sat aside to make room for them.

In the middle is an iron charcoal stove with very little coal and mostly firewood.

"Sister Dongmei is joking." Xu Wenyan pulled Chen Sanlin to sit down and then began to ask the village chief about the disaster: "Village chief, how is the disaster situation in our village?"

Without waiting for the old village chief to speak, Wang Dongmei sighed heavily: "These days, people have come to our house one after another, but we are not omnipotent. We only left the children and a few women.

No matter how many people there are, we can only send them to the ancestral hall. In just this short week, more than 20 people have died in the village. We don’t know when the imperial court will be able to come to help with the disaster.”

Everyone in the room looked very solemn. After an unknown amount of silence, the old village chief shook his head and said, "Alas, I guess we can't wait any longer. Our Jixiang Village is even more remote than Xujia Village, so even if there is a rescue, it won't be our turn."

Yes, it would take more than three hours just to go to the county. It is hard to say whether the army can get there. Even if they can, they may not have the strength to rescue.

Jixiang Village is in a dead end and the only way out is to save itself.

"Village chief, here's what I'm thinking. You can find a thicker cloth and nail it to the door frame. We all use wooden doors, which don't fit so tightly.

Open the south window a little wider. The wind blows from the north. If you keep burning charcoal fire at home without ventilation, you will get poisoned. Drink more hot water to warm your body. Don't be reluctant to use tea leaves or red dates or dried fruits. The most important thing is to stay alive.

Also, don’t sit all the time, stand and walk around the house.”

After hesitating for a while, Xu Wenyan finally said something that might not be understood here: "Also, don't wrap yourself up with all your clothes. The more you wear, the less warm you will be. Just one undershirt, a vest or sweater, and a cotton coat will be enough."

The old village chief frowned. Why did he ask them to take off their clothes in such a cold day? "Why? I dare not take off my clothes in such a cold day."

"That's right, brother Wen Yan, only by wearing thick clothes can you resist the cold."

Xu Wenyan frowned. He couldn't use modern scientific explanations to explain, as they wouldn't understand. So he unbuttoned his cotton coat and put Chen Xingjie's hand inside, then put his hand into his own cotton coat for comparison.

Everyone was shocked at first, and Chen Sanlin gritted his teeth. Why was his wife so fierce? How could she let other men touch her?

But Chen Xingjie could feel that the temperature inside Xu Wenyan's clothes was much higher than his own: "Hey, what's going on? Why is your clothes so hot inside? What kind of fabric is this cotton coat made of?"

Until now they still thought it was a problem with the material of the clothes, although it was one of the reasons but not very significant.

"Brother Xingjie, I've explained it to you so well, why don't you understand? In short, don't wear too many clothes, and also wrap your head. You can try it." Without continuing the topic, Xu Wenyan began to ask about the main purpose of today's visit.

If what he told them is useful after their experiments, it can save more people. Xu Wenyan doesn't want to go to each family one by one as he doesn't owe them anything.

"Village chief, what should we do with those dead villagers? The soil is frozen now and they may not be able to rest in peace." Xu Wenyan's eyes darkened when he thought of Old Mrs. Zhang.

When this matter was mentioned, the old village chief gave a prompt answer, as if he had thought it through long ago: "Let's not wait until tomorrow, let's do it today, in the afternoon at the ancestral hall. Now we can only cremate the body and place the ashes in the ancestral hall."

The ancients have always attached great importance to burial and the integrity of the body, but when natural disasters strike, the living cannot be allowed to die because of the dead.

Xu Wenyan is very open-minded and he never believes that as long as he has a place to go, it's good.

After the two men left, the village chief began to arrange for the villagers to collect firewood for the cremation. This was really the only condition they had; there was nothing else they could do.

Chen Sanlin stayed to help Xu Wenyan and told him about Xiaohu's cremation when he returned. Xiaohu cried again and Xu Wenyan asked Rong Xiaoliu to comfort him.

In the afternoon, the body of Old Lady Zhang was wrapped in a straw mat and carried to the ancestral hall by Xiaohu. Xu Wenyan only allowed Rong Xiaoliu to go with them, as the teenager needed to broaden his horizons.

I can't take care of him all the time, he has to learn to be independent.

When most of the villagers arrived, a huge firewood bed was lying at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

Xiaohu also put the body of Old Lady Zhang on it.

There were more people lying on the fire bed than expected. It was obvious that this natural disaster had taken countless lives.

The old village chief stood in the front with a cane in his hand, closed his eyes and then slowly opened them: "Fellow villagers, our Jixiang Village has been severely affected by the disaster, and the estimated death toll is 73.

In such a disaster year, we who are still alive need to continue to live...”

After the old village chief's speech, the firewood bed behind him was ignited and a raging fire rolled. Even Xu Wenyan had never seen such a scene before.

The scorching flames hit their faces directly and the smell at the scene was definitely not pleasant. Although it was a bit presumptuous, Xu Wenyan still asked a few people to cover their mouths.

The fire burned for several quarters of an hour.

Under this white light, a little red star is twinkling in Jixiang Village.