All they could do was advise Zhou Mingyuan that he was already so old and would be retiring in a few years anyway, so it didn't matter where he was. He could even help Zhou Qingyue out in the provincial capital.

Sheng Xiping entered the room shivering with cold, but the warmth of the indoor heating made him sneeze twice more.

As soon as Zhou Qinglan heard her husband's movements, she knew he had caught a cold, so she quickly put on her clothes, got out of bed, and went to the east room to find Zhang Shuzhen.

Sheng Liancheng felt that it was more lively to spend the New Year in the forest farm.

However, during that year's Spring Festival Gala, a tall, handsome, and dashing mixed-race young man appeared.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law realized something was wrong; the illness was quite serious.

Dr. Qiao from the forest farm clinic went to Songjianghe for the Spring Festival and couldn't get the medicine.

"Pig gallstones?" Zhou Qinglan knew what it was as soon as she saw it.

"Mom, Xiping has a cold and fever. Do you have any painkillers at home? I'd like to give him two." Zhou Qinglan knocked gently on the door and said softly.

Sheng Xiping didn't get involved in these matters; he simply told anyone who was willing to sign up at the factory.

If all of these are included, the losses exceed 20 billion.

Subsequent investigation revealed that the cause of the fire was a group of vagrants who used a brush cutter while clearing forests, violating operating procedures and smoking in the wild, which caused the wildfire.

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Sheng Xiping took the medicine, sat for a while, and then lay down to sleep.

Sheng Xiping sat in front of the TV, watching the man's energetic singing and dancing, when he suddenly remembered something.

At this point, she couldn't care less about anything else. Zhang Shuzhen poured some granules from the small bottle onto a piece of paper, then took a rolling pin and crushed them vigorously.

Zhou Qinglan was worried that the bright lights would make the children uncomfortable, so she turned around and raised her hand to test Sheng Xiping's face.

Zhou Qinglan sat up abruptly and patted Sheng Xiping, "Xiping, Xiping, wake up, you have a fever."

Older people are light sleepers. When Zhang Shuzhen heard the noise, she quickly put on her clothes and got out of bed.

Unscrew the cap of the medicine bottle and pour out some dark red, irregular granules.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law took the medicine, went to the outer room to pour a glass of warm water, and returned to the west room.

Everyone in the room was laughing heartily at the humorous performance of the five crosstalk comedians, except for Sheng Xiping, who remained expressionless.

Sheng Xiping ate a plate of hot dumplings, then ladled out a bowl of hot dumpling soup and drank it, feeling quite comfortable.

Anyway, Sheng Xinyao is all grown up and has a lot of trouble to worry about. We can just keep the house warm by burning more firewood.

The night of New Year's Eve was exceptionally cold. The house in the Sheng family's house was very warm, but as soon as you stepped outside, you immediately felt gusts of cold wind seeping into your arms.

Seeing that Sheng Xiping was only wearing a cotton-padded jacket and no hat, Zhou Qinglan called out to him.

"It's nothing, just a few strings of firecrackers, I'll be back in a bit." Sheng Xiping was preoccupied with his own thoughts and didn't pay much attention, waving his hand as he left.

I had just eaten two when the clock struck twelve, and the new year arrived.

In the spring of 1987, influenced by the eastward movement of the warm ridge from Lake Baikal, a hot and dry atmospheric circulation was formed, causing an extraordinary drought in the Greater Khingan Mountains of Northeast China.

They said that song was the prelude to the fire, and that these people should be severely punished. They said that person wasn't a singer, but a jinx, a jinx.

After the incident, many people spread rumors that the fire was caused by the overseas singer on the Spring Festival Gala singing "A Fire in Winter," which supposedly attracted the God of Fire.

Zhou Qingyue's son, Zhou Xuhong, was born last July and is now over six months old. He has a robust and adorable appearance.

After sending off the New Year in the morning, Sheng Xiping and his wife took their four children back to Zhou Mingyuan's place.

Sheng Xiping couldn't help but sneeze, and quickly picked up the firecrackers with his younger brother and lit them.

Around 2 a.m., Zhou Qinglan felt something was wrong. The breathing around her was rough and heavy, and it wasn't Hua Hua making any noise.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Shuzhen went back to the east room to rest, and Zhou Qinglan also lay down to rest. However, she didn't dare to sleep too soundly. After a while, she reached out and touched Sheng Xiping's face.

Zhou Xuhong was still young and didn't know what a red envelope was. He grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth, but luckily Han Manxue was quick-witted and snatched it away.

The song and dance performance on TV has ended, and now it's time for a group crosstalk performance.

The news of Sheng Xiping's return quickly spread throughout the forest farm, and guests came and went in droves.

Sheng Xiping waved his hand and carried the dumplings into the house.

From then on, the song became a hit all over the country, and wherever there were people, the sound of "fire, fire, fire" could be heard.

Of course, Sheng Xiping is an adult, so he's not sure if this thing is useful.

Sheng Xiping knew he didn't have the ability or the courage to do anything about those high-profile events.

The two tiger cubs were terrified when the firecrackers were set off.

Fortunately, everyone was experienced, and the door to the west room was closed tightly, so the tiger cub was scared and could only crawl under Hua Hua's belly.

"What should we do? Should we take him to the clinic for an injection?" Zhou Qinglan asked anxiously.

"It's nothing, it's probably just a bit of wind. I'll eat some dumplings and drink the dumpling soup later, and I'll be fine."

Fortunately, there was a barefoot doctor in the neighboring Dajianchang village—or rather, a village doctor now.

Sheng Xinyao was already too sleepy to continue sleeping, while Sheng Xinyue and Sheng Xinqi had taken a long nap in the afternoon and were now wide awake with their eyes bulging.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Sheng Xiping felt better and his spirits returned.

This does not include reconstruction costs, losses of forest regeneration resources, and costs associated with reduced forest production and resettlement of forestry workers years later.

"I told him to wear more clothes that night because it was quite cold outside, but he insisted that he didn't need to."

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