Lu Yu has gossipy ears. "They seem to be trying to pry open the door. There seem to be quite a few of them."
Jiang Ning said solemnly, "There was a sudden hypothermia the night before last. Many people must have died. They are probably trying to pry open the door of the victims' house."
"This, this is too outrageous."
Jiang Ning shrugged. "No way. The dead always have to make way for the living."
If my guess is correct, it was He Zhian who counted the number of survivors and then organized manpower to clean up the survival supplies of the dead.
Lu Yu accepted the inability, "The flood lasted for several months. Not only did every household run out of food, but some people even boiled their shoes to fill their stomachs. All the furniture that could be burned was chopped up. Even if we pry open the door, what can we find?"
"We can still find out some of it."
They felt uncomfortable, but no one could blame them.
I was lucky to get some supplies. If I were in the same situation as them, I might also try to break into a dead person's house.
As Aning said, the dead must always make way for the living.
Feeling depressed, I said goodbye and went home to bed.
I almost froze to death when I went out, and when I got back home I wanted to put my hands on the electric heater.
Xiaobai was nursing his cubs, while Dahui came out to look for food and kept circling around Jiang Ning.
The two were in good spirits and we added some grass and feed.
Apart from the essential daily sparring and archery, Jiang Ning was unwilling to go out. He either stayed in bed reading a book or used his consciousness to open up new areas.
God took pity on him and finally turned over about 100 square meters, then dug small holes, put corn seeds in them and filled them with soil.
My mental energy is rapidly depleted, and I feel as if my body is hollowed out.
If you're hungry, grab a Snickers bar!
1803 was very active. He went to the rooftop to sweep the snow every day, and never forgot to bring down Jiang Ning and Huo Yishen's share.
No one said anything, but everyone knew it in their minds. Their ability to survive was not as strong as the two of them, and the two of them did more work in finding supplies, so they got the advantage in terms of supply distribution.
So, do more within your ability in daily life.
Jiang Ning said it several times, but 1803 didn't listen.
I thought about taking turns to go to the rooftop to collect the snow, but I was no match for them. Every time I opened the door, a bucket full of snow was already at the door.
Perhaps this would make 1803 feel at ease, so Jiang Ning did not try to stop him.
There is no shortage of water in the space. Closing the door and pouring the ice and snow into the black soil garden is considered watering.
Jiang Ning felt bad for wasting his friend's kindness, but who would leave something better unused? He felt really sorry.
The temperature was dropping every day, sometimes noticeably, sometimes not, and before I knew it it had dropped to -26 degrees.
There were banging noises downstairs every day, and it lasted for several days before it quieted down.
Judging from the noise, it seems that even the 17th floor has been pried into the house.
I guess there were quite a few casualties.
After all, this is the south, and neither the house structure nor the cold-resistant clothing are as durable as those in colder regions.
That day, there was another knock on the door downstairs, and it was Grandma Zhong who came.
The weather was bad and she obviously wasn't here for acupuncture.
Since they were all old acquaintances, Grandma Zhong didn't hold back and said straight to the point: "Xiao Jiang, we have something to discuss with you."
Seeing that she was not in a good mood and looked worried, Jiang Ning frowned and said, "Go ahead."
Grandma Zhong's defenses were instantly broken. She held her hand tightly and choked up, "Xiao Jiang, you are truly our family's savior."
If Jiang Ning hadn't told her to sweat after applying the medicinal wine, she would have frozen to death that night when the temperature suddenly dropped, and she would have no chance of waking up.
He woke up from the cold covered with a quilt, shivering as he knocked on his son and daughter-in-law's door, and immediately covered his grandson with thick clothes.
He woke up in time and thus escaped the King of Hell.
The Zhong family was not destined to perish, but the others were not so lucky. They had already suffered a lot of losses due to floods and food shortages, and many more died this time.
She had lived her whole life, but she never expected that the temperature in the south, which was as warm as spring in winter, would drop to -26 degrees one day.
The coastal areas are already damp and cold, and with the flood reaching the sixth floor, the entire city is like being covered in a cold storage.
The community is quite old, and apart from the students from the university town who come out to rent houses, many of the residents are elderly and children.
Compared to before the typhoon, the entire apartment building is estimated to be only about 30% to 40% intact.
Typhoons, floods, extreme cold, what is happening to this world?
Jiang Ning did not take credit for it. "I just gave some advice based on your condition. It was you who followed the doctor's advice and prepared well."
Grandma Zhong didn't think so, and brought a can of pickled fish with black beans as a thank you gift, "This is made by my daughter-in-law. It's a specialty of my hometown. You can all try it."
A can weighs about three or four pounds, which is very generous.
Jiang Ning put a lot of canned fish with fermented black beans in the space, but Grandma Zhong was determined to force it on him. In the end, he almost got embarrassed and had to accept it reluctantly.
Seeing that she accepted it, Grandma Zhong continued to chat, "Our family is lucky. Not only did we wake up without getting sick from the cold, but the people next door seemed to have frozen to death, and several even got frostbite and cold disease. That little girl named Su even had the audacity to knock on the door and ask for medicine.
Where did the medicine come from? It seems like you are deliberately not giving it to me. I have come here several times.
Another person died yesterday, they said he died of frostbite and fever."
It’s pitiful, but what’s the point of forcing the Zhong family to provide medicine?
Don't say there is none, if you do have it you have to keep it to save your own life.
This weather is no joke. A cold can be fatal.
Jiang Ning frowned. Everyone else died, but Su Mengyao didn't die. She was really strong!
Grandma Zhong would not come up unless there were special circumstances.
She sighed deeply and said with a worried look, "Xiao Jiang, I feel something is wrong. I'm afraid something big is going to happen in this building."
"What do you mean?"
"He Zhian gathered the survivors to pry open the homes of the victims and take away food, clothes, bedding, and wooden furniture. These are not a big deal, after all, everyone wants to survive."
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