The fire resulted in the deaths of more than 200 people, direct economic losses of 450 million yuan, and indirect losses of more than 8 billion yuan.

Zhou Xudong is eight years old (by Chinese reckoning). That kid grew up in a military compound and is quite mischievous.

"Mom went to cook dumplings, and she wants us to go set off firecrackers. Let's go!"

The family sits around the table eating dumplings, with a table set up between the north and south heated brick beds.

In addition, the windy conditions and dry trees in spring have increased the fire risk level in forest areas, posing a severe challenge to spring fire prevention efforts.

Sheng Xiping then snapped out of his reverie. "Huh? What's wrong? I was lost in thought. Is there something you need?"

But no matter how hard Sheng Xiping racked his brains, he couldn't figure out what he could do.

Wang Chunxiu was cooking in the outer room with her daughter and daughter-in-law, while Sheng Xiping and his two brothers-in-law were playing cards and chatting with Zhou Mingyuan inside.

Sheng Xiping stared at the screen, his emotions churning.

Fortunately, Sheng Xiping's fever has subsided, so he doesn't need an injection anymore; some medicine will suffice.

Fortunately, Sheng Xiping's fever did not continue, and his temperature returned to normal when he woke up in the morning.

With his song "A Fire in Winter" and his dynamic dance moves, he captivated millions of young men and women watching on television.

The fire directly burned an area of ​​over one million hectares, destroyed 850,000 cubic meters of timber in a lumberyard, and destroyed more than 2,000 pieces of equipment.

Bridges, railways, communication lines, and houses all suffered varying degrees of damage, and more than three million kilograms of grain were destroyed.

"Dad, Mom, Happy New Year!" Everyone at the dining table wished Sheng Liancheng and his wife a Happy New Year.

But no one knows whether Sheng Xiping's illness was worse or what, his fever just wouldn't go down. Sheng Xiping's face was flushed red from the fever, and he started talking nonsense.

However, at this moment, Sheng Xiping really hoped that he could have the power to do something to change everything that had already happened.

So, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Sheng Xiping couldn't go anywhere and just stayed at home.

"Now look what's happened, I have a cold and fever, my forehead is burning hot." Zhou Qinglan muttered angrily.

Sheng Xiping and his wife led their four children back to the west room. Hua Hua and the two tiger cubs were lying in the large flower basket on the ground.

Sheng Xinhua and his children picked out a lot of fireworks to set off, so the three brothers stayed with them and set them off.

The Spring Festival of 1987 seemed to be no different from previous years.

The granules were crushed into powder, mixed with warm water, and then given to Sheng Xiping to drink.

"Okay, okay, all good. Let's eat first. I'll give you lucky money after we finish eating." Sheng Liancheng said with a smile, urging the children to eat quickly.

Zhou Qingyang and Zhou Qingyue also knew that their father was about to be transferred to the provincial capital, but there was nothing they could do about it.

Whether Zhou Mingyuan had truly come to terms with things or not, he spoke quite clearly in front of his son and son-in-law.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. As long as Zhou Mingyuan didn't take it to heart, they could worry less.