Blacksmith Chen's eyes suddenly turned red, and he immediately knelt down and kowtowed loudly, "Uncle Lin, I was an asshole before! I will never forget your kindness today! If you need me in the future, just let me know."
Doctor Lin took a drag from his pipe, a look of relief flashed across his face, and he squinted his eyes and cursed, "Get out of here!"
Blacksmith Chen wiped his tears and stood up. He grabbed his money bag and picked up the snow shovel by the door. "Uncle Lin, I'll be back soon."
After saying that, Blacksmith Chen rushed into the wind and snow without looking back.
Fengfeng, lying on the sickbed, blushed and whispered, "Daddy..."
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"Life and death really do take their toll on one's temper."
Wang Tuo watched Blacksmith Chen struggling to move forward in the snow and marveled, "This kid is completely different from what the neighbors say about him."
As he spoke, Wang Tuo poked Xiang Sheng, who was still exploring various parts of Dongzhou, with his tail, "Since this kid is truly repentant, why don't you give him some convenience?"
"He deserves to suffer."
Without even opening his eyes, Xiang Sheng replied calmly, "Only after experiencing hardship do you realize how hard it is to gain anything."
"What about Fengfeng?"
"It's okay, I've already taken care of him secretly."
"Tsk, your few words remind me of the time when you used the alias Zhu Lu. You had a terrible temper and almost bored me to death."
Xiang Sheng opened his eyes, his lips curled slightly: "Brother, you feel lonely, how about I bring you another female cat?"
Wang Tuo's eyes widened. "Sister Sheng, why don't you listen to what you are saying first? I am the Demon King!"
He jumped off the table, wagging his tail, and lay down in the cat bed that Xiang Sheng had sewn himself on the rocking chair. A glimmer flashed in his golden eyes.
He noticed that Xiang Sheng was deliberately changing the subject.
The name Zhu Lu didn't fit Xiang Sheng at all. Sure enough, he was someone she cared about. She couldn't even mention him. This person was probably...
Wang Tuo squinted his eyes and yawned, not thinking about it anymore.
Xiang Sheng is a deep-minded person with many secrets. He knows that he doesn't really understand her at all.
But he didn't care. As a sworn brother, he should be tolerant and understanding towards his younger sister instead of asking questions for his own selfish desires.
It took blacksmith Chen a whole day and night to buy ginseng from the west of the city.
Doctor Lin got the ginseng and immediately boiled it into a decoction for Fengfeng to take.
Not long after Fengfeng drank the medicine, her fever subsided and she fell into a deep sleep.
Blacksmith Chen burst into tears of joy, and then he felt tired and fainted from exhaustion.
The heavy snow lasted for eighteen days, and the disaster brought by the center of the earth gradually came to an end.
On the nineteenth day, the snow finally stopped.
As soon as the sky cleared up, an order came from the City Lord's Mansion to shovel snow throughout the city.
Xiang Sheng also picked up a shovel and walked out of the house.
During the past half month, charcoal was in short supply in the market, and many charcoal merchants deliberately hoarded it in order to sell it at a high price.
City Lord Zhao Qiong had been running Dushui City for many years and had anticipated this.
As soon as the charcoal merchants had bought up most of the charcoal on the market, he ordered them to be arrested. All the charcoal was confiscated and distributed along with food and quilts to the poor people in the city who had suffered from the disaster.
Zhao Qiong's aptitude is average. He has been practicing for more than 150 years, but he is still in the initial stage of foundation building, which makes him a real bottom of the cultivation world.
His family knows his own business. After taking over the important position of city lord from his father, he never thought of leaving. He just wanted to guard his own piece of land and live a stable life.
Thirty years ago, he accidentally discovered a child with good talent in the city and recommended him to Guimu Valley for training. As a result, he received a lot of rewards from the sect and successfully built his foundation and prolonged his life.
It is precisely because of this that he values the mortals under his jurisdiction even more. Naturally, he cannot bear to see them freeze to death, which saves Xiang Sheng a lot of effort.
However, in the entire world of cultivation, there are very few city lords like Zhao Qiong. Most of them will just watch coldly, or even take advantage of the disasters suffered by mortals to practice some cruel and brutal magic methods.
The situation gradually improved after Jiang Yi led the three major sects to intervene and slaughtered a large number of demon cultivators who took advantage of the situation.
After this kind of intervention, a large number of mortals were able to survive, and the rate of increase in resentment was greatly reduced. If Xiang Sheng did not sense it carefully, he would hardly feel the growth of resentment.
The next day, the snow was cleared, the streets of Du Shuidong City returned to their normal state, and shops could not wait to reopen for business.
People who had been cooped up at home for nearly twenty days began to go out one after another. There were a lot more pedestrians on the streets than usual, and even Xiang Sheng's calligraphy workshop had occasional visitors.
However, no one really wanted to buy the paintings.
After watching another guest leave, Wang Tuo drooped his ears, lay in the cat bed, wagged his tail, and looked worried.
"At this rate, when will we be able to drink some good wine?"
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