The monk held up a half-bucket of water in his hand. After repeated settling, only this much drinkable water remained.
The abbot showed a worried expression, but only for a moment...
There's always a way out.
Song Chengfeng immediately took the bucket and directed Lao Shi to take the iron pot to the seaside to rinse it clean...
Have the seventh and eighth brothers use the bricks and stones they brought out to build a clay stove shape.
The three of them finished quickly. Song Chengfeng had already prepared the herbs to replenish qi and dispel wind and cold, and they finally managed to start a fire...
The tenth brother tended the fire, while the sixth brother poured the herbs and water into the pot and simmered them over low heat.
"Seventh Brother, Eighth Brother, make two more fires and use them to dry the clothes in the bundle on Tenth Brother's back..."
"Let's hurry while the wind and rain have stopped!"
The elder brother reminded him, looking at the abbot, "Abbot, could you also have the other monks start some fires to dry the clothes that were salvaged?"
In case things change at night, I'll have clothes to keep warm...
One of the managers joked with a laugh, "It can't be that much of a coincidence, can it? Didn't the typhoon just pass by?"
What else could change?!
A young monk also spoke gently to Song Chenghou, "You're worried, benefactor..."
Historically, if the eye of the storm shifts twice, it has never shifted back...
Song Chenghou smiled faintly, but before he could speak, the sixth brother, Song Chengfeng, straightened up and looked at the speaker, "According to the past, there shouldn't be a typhoon now, but what happened?!"
Unbeknownst to Song Chengfeng, Wen Shishi, nestled in her second brother's arms, was looking up at him with bright eyes.
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