Changping Village.

The twelfth lunar month has just begun, and it has snowed for three days. The roofs of every house seem to be covered with a layer of white quilts, and the trees in the yard have their backs bent by the heavy snow.

The roads in the village were buried under heavy snow, and all the rapeseed and winter wheat in the nearby fields were buried under the heavy snow.

The water in the pond has turned into very thick ice. When women come to bathe in the pond, they have to dig through the snow next to it, move out a few large stones, throw them on the ice, force open a hole, and then use the mallet in their hands to smooth it.

He pounded hard against the spider web-like cracks in the hole to create a larger space. The broken ice floated on the water surface with a click, revealing the clear pond water underneath. Because the temperature was too low, the water seemed to be still steaming.

After breakfast, there was a circle of women in coats around the pond, and some half-grown men were skating fearlessly on the frozen water.

Whoever skates fast and steadily, and can slip from one side of the pond to the other side in one breath, will gain the envy and admiration of his friends, and win the handful of jelly beans in his opponent's pocket.

The women were washing their clothes nearby, chatting as usual, and occasionally taking the time to scold their children across the ice: "You short-lived ghosts, don't play with the ice. When the ice breaks and you fall down, you won't be drowned, you little bastard!"

Often after spitting for a few times, he would put the matter aside and go back to chatting with the other women.

It snowed heavily for three days in a row, and almost no one walked around the village. They could only stay at home and warm themselves by the fire and do housework. This was very frustrating for these women.

It was finally sunny today, so I hurried out to chat, and by the way, I took out the clothes that had been accumulated for three days and washed them together.

Yang Huazhong couldn't sit still the day after it started snowing.

That year there was heavy snow, which destroyed the houses of several families in the village, and many people died as well.

This incident was like a huge shadow that he could never forget.

On the second day of the snow this year, Yang Huazhong saw that the snow had not weakened significantly. He braved the wind and snow and went door to door to tell them to pay attention to the roof of their home at all times. If anything went wrong, they should move out immediately. They must not take any chances.

Mrs. Sun felt sorry for him and asked him to do everything by himself. He could also ask several village elders to help him go to the door to talk about this matter.

Yang Huazhong did not. There are two reasons why he did not.

Firstly, several village elders are elderly. Such bad weather makes these old men go out for a run, which makes them prone to falling and getting sick.

Again, he was worried that the village elders could not explain clearly and accurately express the seriousness of the matter.

So he took matters into his own hands and went from house to house to give them detailed instructions.

When meeting sensible people, in gratitude for Yang Lizheng's kindness, he would pour a bowl of hot tea and bring it to the stove to warm his hands.

I meet some people who don't pay attention to anything, let alone hot tea and warm fire, they can't even get a word of thanks.

Some people even wanted to drag Yang Huazhong to ask him about the food relief provided by the last flood.

"Why don't you come down yet? It's almost the Chinese New Year, and the family is just waiting for relief food to be served!"

"Does the court not care about the life and death of our people? Or is the government corrupt? You are Li Zheng, you have to help us ask..."

Not even half a word of good words was left behind, but instead a whole body of complaints and exhaustion.

Fortunately, Yang Huazhong didn't go there for those things. All he had to do was pass on the awareness of prevention. In this way, he fulfilled his duty as a Li Zheng.

As for the food relief issue, he was just doing a small thing. That was a matter for the court and the Yamen, and he could only wait.

On the other hand, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang stayed in the camp for three days and finally returned to the village with the female goat and the lamb.

Since she had previously told her family that she was accompanying Hong Xiu to her hometown in the north, so in order not to arouse suspicion when returning to the village, the couple deliberately took a detour from the main road at the entrance of the village.

"It's a tough day. It's only been half a month since I left home. I went back and forth in half a month. Will it arouse suspicion?"

When they were approaching the door of their home, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but ask Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang glanced at her with helplessness in his eyes.

For him, the half month she left was longer and more torturous than half a year.

"No," he said, "I hope this is the last time. Don't forget your vow."

When the word oath was mentioned, he glanced at her several times, from head to toe.

Yang Ruoqing's face immediately turned red, and she remembered the most 'vicious' oath she had ever made.

"Oh, everyone remembers it, so don't mention that oath again!"

She knew that if she acted coquettishly, he would fall for it.

Sure enough, his deliberately tense face suddenly failed. He sighed helplessly, raised his hand and patted her head gently, "Okay, okay, I won't mention it anymore, go home quickly, the snow is so dazzling."

Indeed, there is snow everywhere and a vast expanse of white, which is indeed poetic and picturesque for literati.

But for these "rough people", they can only say a few words: Wocao, it's so cold, the white flowers are blinding them!

As soon as they walked into the yard of their home, they saw that the ground in the yard was piled with snow, and the snow had buried the road leading to the main room.

There are also a series of large crooked footprints in the snow. Looking at these large footprints, you can tell that they are either Blacksmith Luo's or Yang Huazhong's.

Yang Ruoqing felt strange.

Whether they are uncles or fathers, they are both hard-working people. The snow in the yard is so thick that it affects walking. They must shovel the snow no matter what.

Even if there is no time to plow other places, at least this main road must be plowed out to make it normal.

"I'm probably too busy to take care of it. After all, I have two children to take care of."

Luo Fengtang probably had the same doubts as Yang Ruoqing, but after doubts, he immediately found the best explanation.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "That's right. We have two kids to take care of, and there are other things at home, so it's normal that we can't spare any time. We'll be back now, so we can just shovel the snow by ourselves."

Luo Fengtang nodded, and he would be able to shovel it by himself later, so she didn't need to work hard.

The couple walked into the yard through knee-deep snow and went straight to the main room.

The main room was cold and cold, there was no fire or stove, and no one was seen.

The two people went to the backyard again, and the snow in the backyard was also not cleared.

When I returned to my own small courtyard, the same was true in my small courtyard.

"Tangyazi, you go and settle the mother goat and her son first. I'll go to Auntie's house to find them."

The couple is not at home. In order to take care of the children more conveniently, the children's cradle and related clothes have long been moved to Wang Cuilian's house.

"Okay, I'll find you after I've placed the goats."

"And," Yang Ruoqing called out to Luo Fengtang again, "get more hay for the mother and goat. It's too cold today, don't freeze them."
Chapter completed!