There aren’t many trees in Mobei, but there are many trees in the space, and she takes some out every day to make charcoal.

When she was in the palace before, she moved in some smokeless charcoal, which was enough to last the people in the city for about half a year.

When Chu Chenyin left the front room and walked on the path in the yard, he vaguely felt a cool breeze.

She raised her eyes slightly and looked up at the sky, thinking that the ice disaster would probably come soon.

Outside Zi'an City, many villagers heard that there was water in the south and wanted to go there.

Fu Yanting suggested that those who left should be included in the register, which meant that their names should be crossed out from their register and they would never be included in the register again in the future.

When everyone came to register, Fu Yanting advised them not to rush, saying that the floods in the south were still unpredictable and that they should not go in a hurry.

But these people didn't listen. They thought that only the south was suitable for growing rice and vegetables, and here they could only raise cattle and sheep, and life was hard.

Seeing that his persuasion was futile, Fu Yanting stopped trying and let them go.

It only took three or four days for half of the people in the small villages around Zi'an City to leave.

The remaining half of the people stayed willingly.

Fu Yanting took a quick look at the list and roughly counted the number of people.

Figured that cotton and wool should be enough.

Chu Chenyin came over and asked, "Are all these people leaving?"

Fu Yanting nodded slightly, "Yes, I can't keep it."

Chu Chenyin raised his eyes and looked at those who were leaving. "Forget it. Everyone has their own destiny. They are determined to leave. No matter what you say, they can't stay."

She said, turning around and preparing to go in.

Fu Yanting called her, "Chen Yin."

Chu Chenyin turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Fu Yanting quickly took out a small bottle of ointment from his arms, "This is prepared by a doctor in the village, take it and use it."

After saying that, he scooped out the ointment with his fingers and gently applied it on the cracked back of Chu Chenyin's hand.

The climate here is dry, and Chu Chenyin was busy looking after the trees and the land, and the back of his hands began to crack without him noticing.

There are actually a lot of unused skin care products in her space, but she has been too busy recently to use them up.

It is said that the craftsmanship of ancient people was no worse than that of modern people. Chu Chenyin found that the plaster applied by Fu Yanting on her was very good. She held it in her hand and liked it very much.

Fu Yanting looked at her happy smile and started to smile too unconsciously.

Chu Chenyin was studying the ointment in her hand, while Fu Yanting stood beside her, looking at her silently with his head tilted.

At this time, Fu Xingcheng came over and said, "Brother, is your neck sprained?"

Fu Yanting was stunned for a moment, and quickly reached out to cover his neck, looking up at him, "Nonsense, my neck is fine."

Fu Xingcheng laughed heartlessly and said, "When I first came here, I saw you looking at my sister-in-law and your neck was about to break. Is it really that pretty?"