Chapter 507 Emergency Notice, Gathering at the Playground

New Year’s Eve.

Yan Ziyuan also had a holiday.

For the first time in the morning, he did not get up at 5:30, but instead stayed in bed with his arms around Song Fuyu.

He didn't get up until he heard a noise outside the house, thinking that his father-in-law had gotten up. After all, he had to get up to make breakfast for his father-in-law.

"Xiao Yu hasn't gotten up yet?"

"Well, she probably won't be up until nine."

"She's pregnant now, is it okay for her to skip breakfast?"

"No problem, she has a regular sleeping schedule, she just sleeps a little longer."

"It's good that there is no impact. You have to be more careful."

"I will, don't worry."

"Yeah, it's snowing outside. It's so heavy."

This is the heaviest snow Chen Guoxing has seen in nearly fifty years.

Heng City is located in the south and it does snow, but not often. The thickest snow is only thicker than the soles of shoes, which is a very rare occurrence.

"Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest, which is a good omen."

"This is the fourth snowfall this year. Sometimes it snows for a long time and the snow is higher than the knee."

Before the father-in-law and son-in-law could say a few more words, Xiaobai called him outside the house.

"Boss, meet at the playground in ten minutes!"

There are emergency notices on New Year’s Eve, probably because a nearby village has been hit by a snowstorm.

"Dad, make yourself something to eat in the morning. I'll leave after I wash up."

"Okay, don't worry about me, business is more important."

After hurriedly washing up and changing out of his pajamas, Yan Ziyuan quickly ran out of the house.

When Song Fuyu got up, he did not see Yan Ziyuan, so he knew that he had been called away urgently.

"Is everything going to be alright?"

"I don't know. Most likely he is doing disaster relief. I don't think he will be back for lunch."

"Ah, this is the bad thing about being a soldier. When there is an emergency mission, you have to leave at any time."

"You'll get used to it. I'm used to it now."

"This kind of mission is not so bad, but I'm afraid that I'll be away for a month or two and I won't be able to contact you during that time. That's when I'll be really worried."

In the afternoon, Aunt Wu came over and told them the truth of the matter.

It turned out that it snowed too much last night, and there was a large group several dozen miles away, and many houses were crushed by the snow. They were the closest troops, so they should send people over to rescue them.

"I don't know the exact situation, or whether there are any casualties."

"I don't know, I hope everyone is safe."

This New Year, people in that brigade probably won’t be able to have a good time.

Man-made disasters can be avoided, but natural disasters cannot be avoided.

"Ziyuan originally said there would be a performance here tonight and he wanted to take us there."

"It's still going on in the evening, you can go over if you want to watch it."

"Still acting?"

"That's natural."

"The number of people sent out for rescue is far less than one-fiftieth of the total number. Even if a disaster occurs in the brigade dozens of kilometers away, the other thousands of soldiers still have to celebrate the New Year."

"Too."

"We will start organizing everyone to make dumplings at three o'clock. If you are interested, you can bring your father over to join in the fun."

"Let's not go in the afternoon. Let's wait until the evening."

"I know you don't like to join in the fun, so I'll have someone reserve two good seats for you and your daughter tonight."

"Okay, thank you Aunt Wu."

"Aunt Yan, are you home?"

"exist."

When Song Fuyu heard the shout, he immediately got up and opened the door.

"Si Wa, why are you here? Come in quickly."

"I'm not going in. My mom asked me to ask you if you want to watch a show tonight. If you do, we'll go and save a seat for you."

"Thank you, and thank you mom, please help me save two seats."

"Okay, I'll go back then."

He came in at a flash and ran away at a lightning speed, without any fear of falling.

"Who is it?"

"The fourth kid from Big Girl's family said he would save a seat for me tonight."

"Alright, then I won't let anyone take it for you."

Wu Hong didn't stay at Yan's house for long, as she also wanted to organize the military wives to make dumplings.

As soon as she left, Song Fuyu took out five hundred red envelopes and several stacks of one-cent bills from the room.

"What are you going to do?"

"Tomorrow there will definitely be a lot of people coming to wish us a happy new year, so I'll prepare some red envelopes for the children."

“Do you need so many?”

"Well, the studio employees have over a hundred children in total, and other families have even more."

She felt that no matter whether they were familiar with her or not, they would all come to their house. After all, everyone wanted to have a good relationship with her and Ziyuan.

"How much money is in each red envelope?"

"Two cents."

She asked Mrs. Liu in advance, and she said that usually everyone would give a little, one or two cents, or five cents if they were polite. Everyone knew that she was rich and how much money the studio made.

If she put one or two cents in the red envelope, it would not look good, so she simply put two cents in it to make it an even number.

It was a drop in the bucket for her, and it just made the children in the staff quarters happy.

The father and daughter, one stuffed money into the red envelope while the other applied glue on the seal. It took them more than an hour to finish.

“I don’t know if there will be any left.”

"In the past, some employees brought their children to my home to pay New Year's greetings, but I didn't give them red envelopes. I just treated them to some melon seeds, peanuts and candies."

"I prepared two to three hundred kilograms of peanuts, melon seeds, candies, and biscuits to treat everyone during the Chinese New Year."

"So many? Isn't that too much?"

"You'll know tomorrow. I'm afraid it's not enough."

What she was thinking about now was how she should politely refuse if someone came to her door with something.

Suddenly I feel that it would be better to celebrate the New Year in Beijing. Not everyone can enter the compound, and only those familiar people in the compound can be entertained.

The father and daughter thought that Yan Ziyuan would not come back for dinner, but unexpectedly, at five o'clock, he came back in the wind and snow.

"Hurry up and change your clothes. I just boiled some hot water. Go to the bathroom and take a bath."

Dad is at home, so he can't be allowed into the space, so he can only soak in the bathtub outside.

"Wife, don't worry, I'll do it myself."

"Why are you back? Have you finished dealing with it?"

"Almost. That brigade is very small, with only thirty-three households and a population of one hundred and seventy-five in the village."

"We sent a lot of people, and now we have a small team left there to do the finishing work."

"What's the situation? Are there any casualties?"

"Their brigade is poor. Of the 33 households, 19 have had their houses collapse to varying degrees. Even the brigade leader lives in a thatched hut that can't withstand heavy snow. It almost collapsed during the first few snowfalls this year."

"One hundred and seventy-five people, forty-one injured, six dead."

"There was a family with only a grandfather and his grandson left. The house was already broken and the family had no money. They didn't suffer from the collapse of the house, but were frozen to death. The child was only four years old..."

After hearing this, Song Fuyu and Chen Guoxing fell into silence.