Yu Xifeng handed her a thermos cup filled with brown sugar ginger tea.
After drinking the hot tea, Sister Yun's face regained color.
"Thank goodness you still remembered me. When I woke up, I really thought I was going to die. Fortunately, I listened to your reminder and went to buy a quilt." After this incident, Sister Yun's voice became much weaker.
"This is for you." Sister Yun said.
She held a small bag in her hand, which contained a dozen or so hot-water baby patches.
When Sister Yun bought the quilt, they still had more than half a box of hot packs.
She has a cold body, so when her period comes, she has to put on some warming patches.
She bought it back too.
Yu Xifeng doesn't want it, but she doesn't need it. Leaving this to Sister Yun may be a life-saving thing.
Sister Yun said, "Luckily you reminded me to buy the quilt. I bought this warm baby along with it. The temperature is low and women can easily get sick if they catch a cold. You are still young, so you should be more careful."
After saying these few words, Yu Xifeng felt reluctant to refuse, so he thought about getting something to return it later.
Before that, Yu Xifeng did the same thing and called the Hu family.
As for Yang Rong's family downstairs, she only hated that they lived too long.
Hu's mother was friends with Old Lady Zhao, so after waking up, she asked Hu Qiangyong to wake up Old Lady Zhao.
"Oh my god." Mother Hu muttered with her head down.
Hu Qiangyong took out a gong and drum from his home. It looked a bit like the ones played by the night watchmen in TV dramas. I wonder why he has such old-fashioned items at home.
Yu Xifeng looked at it in wonder and touched the bronze surface.
Hiss, it’s so cool.
But at this time, this thing is definitely the most useful.
Hu Qiangyong went to Old Lady Zhao's door first. The person who opened the door was Old Lady Zhao's husband, who was wrapped in a cotton jacket and looked as pale as death.
"My old partner, she..." The old man covered his face with his hands, tears running down his wrinkles.
Old Mrs. Zhao passed away.
She had cardiovascular disease and was killed by the sudden cold wave. Fortunately, she was 82 years old and did not experience much pain before her death. She looked peaceful.
In the last days, it may be a kind of mercy.
The sound of gongs and drums continued to beat along.
Wake up whoever you can. The low temperatures are life-threatening. No matter what method you use to keep warm, it's good enough as long as you can wake them up and get through the night.
Everyone who woke up put on their thickest clothes and took out all the quilts in the house.
The family gathered in a room and tried to raise the temperature.
Many families have become accustomed to making their own fires and cooking, and the old-fashioned coal stoves and coal buckets have been taken out of the utility rooms and put into every household.
Yang Rong's family, who lived in the corridor, had a hard time.
There are windows on both sides and two open corridor doors.
Even if the door was closed, there was still a big gap, and the cold air seeped in from the outside.
It was fine when the temperature wasn't so low, but now, it just makes people feel that the cold wind is constantly taking away the remaining heat in the body.
Yang Rong's family squeezed into the corner of the corridor. They used blankets to create as much space as possible and huddled together as a family.
A small fire was lit in the middle, and the flame was carefully guarded to prevent it from going out.
Xu Qingrou opened her mouth to borrow Yu Xifeng's winter clothes, but Yu Xifeng stepped on Yang Silong's arm and walked over.
In the second half of the night, the community radio began to broadcast the news in a loop.
The temperature has dropped suddenly, so be careful to prevent cold waves. When heating indoors, ensure good ventilation and be careful of carbon dioxide poisoning.
Over and over again, Hu Qiangyong's gong was also requisitioned, and the staff installed a loudspeaker outside the gong, and the sound echoed throughout the community.
Yu Xifeng finally returned home.
There was no temperature in the bed, but Yu Xifeng didn't let himself get away with it and turned on the heater in the bedroom.
In terms of heating, floor heating is much easier to use than air conditioning.
The heating comes up from the bottom, unlike the air conditioner, which is installed high up and the hot air floats up, generating heat only on the ceiling.
Yu Xifeng drank another cup of brown sugar ginger tea to ward off the cold.
Yu Xifeng held Xiaoju in his arms.
After Xiaoju took a bath, Yu Xifeng dewormed it before allowing it to get into his bed.
Perhaps because Yu Xifeng's body temperature was a little higher, Xiaoju did not struggle, but adjusted himself to a comfortable position and lay down in Yu Xifeng's arms.
Fluffy, with the chest rising and falling.
Yu Xifeng didn't sleep again in the second half of the night.
The feeling of being on the verge of death is terrifying. Compared to the severe cold outside, death may be warm in a dream.
That's why Old Mrs. Zhao died peacefully.
This made Yu Xifeng feel frightened. She would rather live in pain than die in ignorance.
She died once.
It is difficult to tell the exact cause of death. There was no food at that time, and the only water source was not clean. There were layers of blood scabs all over his hands and feet.
The blood scab fell off, revealing the dark gray flesh underneath.
She often felt pain in her internal organs and thought it was internal bleeding.
She did not have the means to ask a doctor from the base to see her. At that time, she had no connections and could not afford the medical fees.
She died in a cave, outside of which was an endless Gobi Desert.
There's nothing but sand.
She had no choice.
Maybe he died of starvation, maybe an old injury flared up, or maybe he died of despair.
But she still wanted to live.
Want to survive.
The heating was turned on and the indoor temperature was maintained at 12 degrees.
Yu Xifeng and Xiaoju huddled in the bedroom together. Xiaoju felt warm like a big hot water bottle.
It's dawn.
It was snowing outside the window, and everything was white.
Someone stayed in this night forever.
Two days ago, the radio was still saying that they were repairing the circuit and trying to restore some power supply.
The sudden drop in temperature will only make things more difficult.
The fuel consumption to maintain heating for a night is not low.
Fortunately, she went to the villa to search and found that there would be no problem with energy supply for a while.
The bone soup that Yu Xifeng drank for breakfast was a big bowl of boiling hot and fragrant soup that had just been poured out of the pot when it was put into the space.
A few months later, I took it out again and drank the soup. It was hot, but very nourishing.
There are large chunks of meat on the bones, and the meat is permeated with the sweet aroma of corn.
Yu Xifeng ate another tea egg and a red bean cake.
The red bean cake is softened in the soup and tastes dense.
As the temperature dropped, Yu Xifeng felt that his appetite increased. In order to resist the cold, his body created a larger energy gap.
By noon, the temperature had risen by more than ten degrees, and the current room temperature is minus twelve degrees.
It's still cold, but much better than at night.
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