“Tantan, why don’t you give Uncle Zhong a raincoat? Will that thin film be enough? There’s no such thing as a thin film these days. The secret will be exposed the moment you take it out. Why not just give him the raincoat?” Song Zhuiyan said.

"That film is of very good quality, it should be fine for blocking the rain. What I'm worried about now is whether the roof will collapse. What if it rains for another three years? If that happens, the Great Jin Dynasty will be turned into a vast ocean." Nobody will survive.

"I know that. No, the rain will stop in a few days. There won't be any floods in the north," the system prompted, as if seeking praise.

"So this means there will be floods in the south, and I wonder how many more people will die," Ye Moxun sighed softly.

Ye Moxun told Song Tantan and Song Zhuiyan what the system had said, and the three of them fell silent for a moment.

After a long silence, Song Tantan broke the silence, "There's no use worrying now. We just need to plan for the future. I'm afraid we won't be able to stay here for long. When all the refugees flock to the north, things will be even more chaotic outside."

"That's not the worst thing. The worst thing is the plague. It's best to find a place where no one can find us and hide for a while." Ye Moxun's face was solemn. The world was in chaos, and refugees were running around everywhere. Where could they hide?

"In this dynasty, transportation was difficult, and refugees all fled on foot. It will take at least two months for them all to arrive. There's no rush. We'll prepare slowly and we'll always find a way. There's no use worrying now," Song Tantan said optimistically.

But thinking about it, it was indeed true. So Ye Moxun and Song Zhuiyan stopped worrying. In this chaotic and disaster-stricken era, they just had to live one day at a time. Thinking too much wouldn't solve anything.

At this moment, Zhong Qingyi came and knocked on the door, looking anxious and helpless. "A-Xun, are you still inside? Miss Song, is your house leaking badly? It seems that the rain won't stop anytime soon, and I can't go up to fix the roof."

"Uncle, go back to your room. The floor is wet, so don't get out of bed. Just stay in bed for now," Ye Moxun advised him.

"Ah Xun, come out and go back with your uncle. Don't disturb Miss Song and the others." Zhong Qingyi was a native, a pure ancient person, and had many thoughts in her mind, such as the taboo of men and women not touching each other.

Song Zhuiyan is already sixteen years old, and Ye Moxun is nine years old; they should avoid suspicion.

He thought this to himself, but he was too embarrassed to say it out loud. Living under the same roof was already enough to attract gossip, and if people found out about it, it might damage Miss Song's reputation.

However, the three imposters in the room all had modern mindsets and didn't have any thoughts about whether or not to be wary. Besides, Song Zhuiyan felt that she was still a minor and a young girl, and Ye Moxun was even more of a bean sprout. They couldn't possibly think about the difference between men and women.

The three were afraid that if they opened the door, Zhong Qingyi would see the yurt and reveal something. They racked their brains to get him to leave quickly. Zhong Qingyi knew that there was no way to call Ye Moxun out, so he could only sigh heavily and leave.

"Actually, the Great Jin Dynasty did have yurts, which were felt tents used by herdsmen on the grasslands. However, the materials used for these felt tents were different from the materials used for your yurts," the system belatedly realized.

Ye Moxun gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, "Next time you act like a Monday morning quarterback, get out of my body and stop binding me."

System: "If there's an option..."

"The system says that the Great Jin Dynasty had yurts, which the ancients called felt tents, so please give me a yurt. I want to go back and stay with my uncle. He's worried that if I stay in the same place as your aunt, it will damage her reputation." Ye Moxun looked at Song Tantan.

After a few seconds of understanding, Song Tantan realized what she meant. "The ancients were very polite. Giving you a yurt is no problem, but what will you say when your uncle asks where it came from?"

"Of course it was from you," he said, suppressing a laugh as he saw Song Tantan's eyes widen. "I made up a mysterious and complicated backstory for you, and you have some rare things that ordinary people have never seen. Your uncle will believe it." Mainly, his uncle was very considerate and would fill in the blanks in his mind.

Anyway, when they came to the village, my uncle was still unconscious. He didn't know if the two girls from the Song family had brought anything with them. In fact, they only brought a tattered cloth bag, which they only brought to pretend.

Zhong Qingyi was indeed surprised to see the tent that Ye Moxun had set up. He had never been to the grasslands and had never seen a herdsman's tent. He was just a guard of the Ye family. When he was in the Ye mansion, he did nothing but take care of Ye Moxun and practice his martial arts. He knew only a few characters, which were taught to him by Ye Moxun. He had no idea what a tent was.

Ye Moxun explained to him what a yurt was, and then attributed the credit to Song Zhuiyan, saying, "Sister Song found it from the Hu people. She thought it was cloth, so she brought it back."

"Ah Xun, how do you know about the felt tent?" Zhong Qingyi was very curious about the felt tent, but she still had some questions in her mind.

"I've seen it in a book," Ye Moxun said calmly.

Zhong Qingyi believed it because Ye Moxun had shown intelligence beyond that of ordinary people since childhood. He knew many things that even adults didn't. When he was in the Ye family, Moxun had never left the house, but he knew a lot. Of course, his precociousness was unknown to others. He only showed his extraordinary talent in front of his uncle.

Song Tantan and the others are fine now. The roof collapsed, but they have yurts to shelter them from the rain, and there are no other dangers. After all, the roofs are all thatched. However, for people without yurts, life is difficult because the house leaks everywhere, and they are prone to getting sick if they stay in the rain for too long.

The four little boys next door have been yelling every now and then because their house is leaking.

“The bed is leaking too. Let’s move the bed to that corner, but that won’t work either.”

"I'm freezing! Why did it suddenly get so cold?"

"How can we cook rice like this? We might as well eat it raw."

A few days ago they were barely able to get by, but now they can't even start a fire and life is unbearable. Song Tantan, on the other hand, can still cook in her space every day, so the four of them won't go hungry.

"Tantan, this won't do, I can't bear it." After two days of indifference, Song Zhuiyan finally couldn't stand her conscience and felt she should do something.

"Give each of them a plastic sheet to keep them dry." The rice that was distributed before was packed in burlap sacks with plastic sheet linings. With such heavy rain, the rice would have gotten moldy if it hadn't been packed in plastic sheet linings.

Is this another case of "smash film from the sky"?

The problem is how to land it? Song Tantan can't fly, so if you leave it at the door, you have to knock hard to call someone to come and get it. Otherwise, if everyone is sheltering from the rain at home, who would know there's something to shelter them from the rain outside?

"Forget it, let's not worry about it anymore. If we keep worrying, everyone will get sick from the rain. Just send it over and say we found it at the door and it fell from the sky."

Song Tantan looked fearless. She couldn't just watch everyone get sick from the rain. Medical conditions were poor in ancient times, and even a cold could kill someone. Most of the villagers were children, and if she didn't help them, someone might die tomorrow.

"Okay, Auntie will go with you. If doing good deeds doesn't bring any good results, then we'll really not care about their lives anymore." Song Zhuiyan was going all out. If anyone was blind enough to suspect them and try to harm them, then they wouldn't care about their ruthlessness.