The wind and snow continued for three days, and the thatched roofs of nearly ten families in Huagou Village collapsed under the weight of heavy snow.

Some people were buried in the snow while they were sleeping, and some were killed by falling broken wood piercing their chests.

The neighbors nearby wrapped themselves in their thickest clothes, put on straw raincoats, carried kerosene lamps, opened the doors and went out to help in the wind and snow.

A candle or torch couldn't even last a minute in the snowstorm.

People buried in the snow were constantly being carried out.

"Oh, slow down, slow down! My legs are so frozen that I can't move them!"

"Uncle, if you're any slower, someone will die!"

Old Ma Liu, carrying a medicine box, wrapped in a thick blanket, and limping with his old rheumatoid arthritis, was carried out quickly by Ding Guangsheng and Wang Jianping.

He Jinshan opened his eyes the moment he heard the knock on the door. He looked down at Jiang Henian who was sleeping peacefully in his arms, got up carefully, and wrapped the quilt back in his arms.

He put on his coat, took the lantern, and walked out quickly.

The strong wind blew in snow through the crack in the door, but was instantly isolated by the door.

Dewang was already pacing in front of the courtyard gate, his wolf eyes were green and he let out a threatening low howl from his throat.

The door opened and I saw someone I didn't expect.

Song Wenqing was fully armed and wrapped tightly, with only his eyes showing. He was holding a lantern, and his body was covered with snow, with his knees sunk in the snow.

"Several roofs collapsed in the village, and many people were injured. The Party Secretary asked Jiang Henian to go and help rescue them."

His breathing was slightly heavy and his words were urgent, but his voice was steady, and it was obvious that he had not rushed through the snow.

He Jinshan withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and said calmly, "Wait."

After saying that, without waiting for Song Wenqing to speak, he closed the door.

A deep sense of dissatisfaction flashed across Song Wenqing's eyes. If Zhang Likun had not been in charge of the rescue due to his status as the branch secretary, why would he be ordered to come to the end of the village in the middle of the night in the cold and snow to call for help?

In the quick glance just now, I found that the courtyard and house of these two people were really spacious and comfortable. No other house in the village could compare to it. From a distance, I could see the thick white smoke rising from the burning kang, which was even more intense than the one in their house.

He picked up the lamp, took two steps back and looked at the roof inside. There was nearly twenty centimeters of snow, a dangerous thickness.

If he remembered correctly, this house was originally a dilapidated thatched hut, and it was time to quickly crush the houses of these two eyesores.

Song Wenqing thought with some malice.

The Si family, the Liu family, the destruction of every path that he had taken was all caused by that damn woman Jiang Henian. It was all because of her that she didn't disappear along the original path, which led to all the differences.

It was her fault that she had to endure a once-in-a-century snowstorm disaster in this shabby place.

The biting cold penetrated every corner. Even though he was dressed tightly, Song Wenqing's teeth were still chattering and his whole body was shivering. He stared fiercely at the closed courtyard door.

Why didn’t you invite me in to sit and wait?

Just wait, your firewood will soon burn out and you will freeze to death here, or even better, be buried in the snow at night like those people.

The lantern in his hand was swaying in the wind. Song Wenqing was imagining dozens of tragic deaths of these two people in his mind when the courtyard door suddenly opened.

His face, covered by the windproof mask, couldn't help but twitch a few times.

Jiang Henian was wearing a white fur windproof snow hat with ear covers, a thick red scarf on his face, and windproof snow goggles. He was wrapped tightly from head to toe. He was also wearing a loose white mink coat that reached his ankles, and even holding a hot water bottle in his gloved hands.

There is really not an ounce of skin exposed, it looks like a delicate white fox that was carried out of a snow cave, still asleep, with soft and plump fur, an extremely delicate breed.

The key point is, damn it, she was still held in He Jinshan's arms, and there was not a bit of snow on her snowshoes that were as long as her calves.

Oh shit!

For the first time, Song Wenqing burst out with rude and disrespectful words in his heart.

I'm here with the wind blowing through my bones, and you're dressing up your wife in the house???

Is this to rescue someone, or is the imperial concubine enjoying the snow?

He Jinshan didn't know what Song Wenqing was thinking, so he lowered his head and raised his chin towards Dewang.

A giant wolf, more than one meter tall and two meters long, walked out on the snow, like a beast emerging from the mountains. Its pair of dark green eyes made people tremble in the night.

Song Wenqing was forced to stagger back four or five steps and almost fell into the snow.

He Jinshan came out carrying Jiang Henian, put him on the wolf's back and locked the door.

Meiqiu grabbed Dewang's wolf tail and climbed up quickly. Jiang Henian picked him up and put him on the wolf's head.

He Jinshan was wearing a long black windproof cotton coat and a snow hat, looking particularly tall and strong, with a wooden box hanging on his elbow.

After asking calmly which families were injured in the collapsed house, he leaped onto the wolf's back with his long legs, sat on Jiang Henian's back, and hugged him.

"Walk."

The giant wolf stepped on the snow and ran out at full speed.

The splashing snow splashed all over Song Wenqing's face.

Song Wenqing looked at the wolf that had disappeared into the night in an instant, his teeth chattering.

Damn it! I worked so hard to come here, and you won’t give me a ride?!

He raised his foot and kicked the gate of the He family courtyard hard, but was shaken so much that he lost his balance and fell into the knee-deep snow.

With a flutter, the lantern went out.

By the time Song Zhiqing returned to the secretary's house in the dark and snowy weather, he was frozen stiff and almost fell into the snow before he could even step over the threshold.

Zhang Fengxia, who was waiting at home, was frightened and ran out to help him into the house.

"Why did it take so long to call for help? Mom! Hurry up and boil some hot water!"

Gradually, almost the entire village was lit up with lights and fires. Everyone looked up at the overwhelming snowstorm, feeling panic in their hearts, and no one could sleep.

Fortunately, before the accumulated snow collapsed more people's roofs, the snow gradually subsided, and at daybreak, the blizzard that had lasted for three days unexpectedly stopped.

Only sporadic light snow remained.

"Thank you, Doctor Jiang, thank you. Otherwise, my wife would be dead!"

"Don't be polite, Granny Chen. This medicine will be boiled and drunk later. It will dispel the cold. You and Uncle Chen should both drink two bowls. Uncle Chen's leg injury needs to have the medicine changed once a day."

Jiang Henian took out the medicine from the medicine box and handed it to the old man. He pointed to the roof that He Jinshan, Chen Erhu and other young men were repairing and said:

"Once the roof is repaired, you need to carefully check the snow every half a day. If it exceeds this height, you need to use a pole to push the snow down, understand?"

Granny Chen nodded repeatedly with tears in her eyes: "This is God's fault. I've never seen rain like this in my old age. If it rains any more, the house will be buried."

Jiang Henian sighed, "I'm afraid it will continue to snow. Your family should prepare more firewood and food while the snow stops."

At eight o'clock in the morning, after treating the last injured person, Jiang Henian moved his frozen fingers, picked up the kettle that He Jinshan had placed beside his legs, slowly drank a sip of the hot water, and looked up at He Jinshan who was walking freely on the roof while holding the thick wooden beam.

A bowl of steaming porridge was handed to him.