Baoya had a bad dream, in which many people were crying——
The snow on the ground was already very thick, and the cold wind was blowing, making people shiver. Even if they kept moving and rubbing their hands, it was no use. The cold air penetrated through the cracks, as if it could blow into people's bones.
It was already cold, and the rain had dropped the temperature even further. The water tanks in the kitchen were frozen solid, with ice half a foot thick. Cooking required a long day of fetching new water and then thawing it.
Seeing that the temperature is so low this year, Feng Guizhi's face shows some worry.
They still have enough clothes and shelter from the wind and rain, but they can't bear it anymore. I wonder how Zhao Rongsheng and others in the cowshed are doing now?
At the dinner table, Song Jianye also mentioned this matter, his tone a little worried: "It's too cold. I wonder if Uncle Zhao and the others are okay."
They also wanted to go over and take a look, but the snow outside had melted all over the ground, making the road too difficult to walk on, and it was raining. Most importantly, if they went over, they would leave footprints on the ground, which would be too obvious.
Song Jianshe also sighed: "I haven't had the chance to give out the bottle of saline solution I brought for Uncle Zhao yet."
"Their captain should go and deliver something. After all, it's too cold, and they definitely don't want anything to happen."
"I hope so."
"If it really doesn't work, I'll go over there tomorrow and just run a little further to erase the footprints."
"I'll go with you. Let's get up early tomorrow and go take a look."
"OK."
After dinner, everyone stayed in the main hall for a while, then cleaned up and went back to their rooms. Feng Guizhi turned around and saw that Baoya's face looked a little off, so she kept her and took her back to her room.
Feng Guizhi remembered Baoya's ability. Seeing that she was acting a little strangely, she became worried and asked, "Baoya, what happened?"
Baoya looked up at Feng Guizhi, with obvious sadness in her eyes: "I'm dreaming, so many people, crying..."
Feng Guizhi frowned upon hearing this and quickly asked Baoya, "What did you dream about? Don't be afraid, tell me slowly, I'm here."
Baoya recalled what happened in her dream and became even more depressed. Then she spoke about her dream in a halting manner.
"Snow...house...so cold..."
Listening to Baoya's dream, Feng Guizhi's mind slowly emerged with the picture, and her heart slowly sank.
She suppressed her emotions and patted Baoya's back to comfort her.
"Don't be afraid, Baoya girl. Dreams are all fake."
I don’t know whether I was saying this to Baoya or to myself. At this moment, Feng Guizhi sincerely hoped that everything was just a dream.
......
Song Yuangang was a little worried when he saw the heavy snow a few days ago, so he called two village cadres and asked them to find some usable bedding from their homes. Then he took some food and an old military coat from home to the cowshed and gave it to Xu Zhijin.
"There's no way out now, so I can only find some at home. It's too cold out here, so you can just make do with it for now and we'll come back after this winter."
Song Yuan had just delivered exactly what Xu Zhijin needed. If it had been the same winter as last year, he could have gotten through it. But this year was exceptionally cold, and the cowshed was so shabby, Xu Zhijin's health was deteriorating.
He was freezing cold all over, as if he was in an ice cellar. Thanks to Zhao Rongsheng and his neighbors who lived next door, who were worried that something might happen to him if he was alone, they would come to check on him every day, boil some hot water for him, and sometimes even give him a bowl of herbal medicine, he didn't collapse.
However, if the weather continues to be this cold, not only him, but many people will not be able to survive...
"Thank you, Captain." Xu Zhijin thanked Song Yuangang sincerely. He then opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately closed it again without saying anything.
"No need to thank me, it's what I should do." Song Yuangang waved his hand, not noticing Xu Zhijin's hesitation just now.
He couldn't just stand by and watch someone get into trouble in his own team, even if they were sent to the bullpen.
However, Song Yuan just looked around and found that although he was in the house, he still felt cold all over, which made him a little worried.
After coming out of the cowshed, Song Yuangang was still feeling uneasy. As the days passed and the weather showed no sign of warming up, his worries grew even more intense.
And when a piece of news reached his ears, this emotion reached its peak.
"Are you saying that someone froze to death in Pingyuan Production Brigade?" Song Yuangang asked Gao Zhifu with his eyes wide open.
Gao Zhifu frowned, feeling sympathetic: "I just heard that too."
"It is said that when he was found...his body was frozen stiff. And, I heard that he may not be
Just this one." Gao Zhifu also began to worry, fearing that something might happen in his own team.
But it was cold, and they couldn't control the weather, nor did they know what they could do to stop it.
Song Yuangang lowered his head, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He couldn't bear to think about how many more such incidents would happen if the weather continued to get colder...
Both of them fell silent. At this moment, a brigade cadre rushed in and said, "Captain, something bad has happened!"
"What's wrong? What happened?" Song Yuan became nervous as soon as he heard it and asked in a calm voice.
"Mrs. Wang from the brigade fainted because it was so cold."
Song Yuangang frowned and asked quickly, "Did he faint? Did you ask Old Yang to check on him? How is he now?"
"I called him, and he's awake now. But he's old, and it's too cold, so he's not in the best condition."
"I'll go check it out. What about the rest of the team? Is everyone else okay?"
"No, I haven't heard anything yet."
Song Yuan was about to go out when he turned around and remembered Gao Zhifu was still there. He was about to tell him that he had to go out first, but Gao Zhifu took two steps to catch up with him and said:
"Let me go with you and take a look."
Song Yuangang did not refuse, and the three of them went to Wang Po's house together.
When they arrived, quite a few people had gathered at Wang Po's house. Li Fengchun pushed through the crowd and led Song Yuangang and Gao Zhifu into the house. Inside, Wang Po was lying on the bed, covered with two thick quilts and a large number of clothes, covering all seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter, all piled on top of her, just to keep her warm.
"Captain." Old Yang was asking Wang Po's granddaughter to wipe Wang Po's hands with hot water when he turned around and saw Song Yuangang.
"How is the person now?" Song Yuangang walked forward and looked at Wang Pozi a few times, and asked with concern.
"She's still not feeling well. I just gave her a bowl of boiled ginger tea and asked someone to wipe her hands and feet with hot water. We can only wait for her body temperature to slowly return to normal."
Mrs. Wang was now lying there with her eyelids drooping, so peacefully that one could hardly sense her breathing. However, it was great that she was alright.
"Okay, you treat her well."
Song Yuan stayed for a while, and when he saw that Wang Po was in better condition, he turned around and went back. However, when he looked at the people gathered outside, he couldn't help but remind them:
“It’s cold now, everyone must keep warm
.”
Everyone in the team nodded, but someone said, "Captain, it's so cold out there. Of course we want to keep warm, but it's still cold."
"Yeah, I can run around during the day, but when I sleep at night it's like lying in an ice cellar. I'm still freezing cold even after sleeping for half a day."
"My hands are frozen and rotten, and my legs have frostbite. No matter how thick my clothes are, I am still cold and can't get warm."
"Captain, it's too cold today. We can't stand it any longer."
"Is there any solution? What if we end up like Mrs. Wang this afternoon?"
“…”
After one person said this, everyone started to speak their own thoughts. They also wanted to keep warm, but they only had a few quilts and a few pieces of clothing. Even if they put on all of them, they would still be cold. They had no other options.
Especially since Mrs. Wang had already fainted from the cold today, who would be the next? Everyone was worried and afraid, and they gathered around Song Yuangang and started talking.
However, they had no solution, and Song Yuangang had no answer to the problem.
"Don't worry, I'll try my best to find a solution. But the most urgent thing is to take care of yourselves first."
The people in the Song family also heard about Mrs. Wang's fainting. At this moment, Feng Guizhi came over with her two daughters-in-law and happened to see Song Yuangang in the crowd.
Listening to what everyone was saying, Feng Guizhi thought of the dream Baoya had told her, and her expression became slightly gloomy.
There should be only a few days left before Baoya has that dream, and she must try her best to stop it before then to prevent the tragedy from happening.
In Baoya's dream, it would snow again in a few days, a heavy, drizzling snow. It continued to snow for three days, leaving a thick layer of snow. Furthermore, the heavy snow was then mixed with hailstones as big as pebbles, gradually growing heavier and heavier, collapsing houses and trapping many people underneath.
So, she first had to find a way to prevent the house from collapsing.
.......
After returning home, Feng Guizhi was still worried about the incident, and the worry on her face was particularly obvious. Later, she carefully asked Baoya several times about the dream. After gaining a more accurate understanding, she gradually made a plan in her mind.
As the day was getting closer, Feng Guizhi became extremely alert.
That day, Feng Guizhi got up early in the morning and opened the door to see
A blanket of white snow covered the ground overhead. The heavy, goose-feather-like snow continued to fall, reaching a foot-high depth in just half a day. By nightfall, a thick layer had already covered the roof.
"Why is it snowing again?"
"It's raining so heavily again, and the crops in the fields..." Although they are a little worried about next year's food, the current situation is already difficult, and they can't worry about that far.
"Luckily I went there two days ago, otherwise it would have been even more difficult to go."
The kids used to have fun having snowball fights and building snowmen, but now they have lost interest altogether.
"When will spring come? I don't want to spend the winter anymore." Yuanbao huddled behind Song Jianshe, frowning and saying aggrievedly.
It was either snowing or raining, and it was so cold that they could hardly even leave the house.
The other children had the same idea and hoped that winter would pass quickly.
Before cooking in the evening, seeing that the snow showed no sign of letting up, Feng Guizhi was worried that the snow would be even thicker the next day and something unexpected would happen, so she called Song Aiguo and several other brothers to sweep the snow off the roof.
Song Aiguo and the others didn't ask any questions and just did as they were told.
Feng Guizhi stood at the kitchen door, watching, her mind still on the cowshed. In Baoya's dream, the cowshed was also one of the places where people were buried...
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