In the bedroom on the south side of the academy, an earth dragon was burning, which was still unable to stop the severe cold brought by the snowstorm.
Since last night, Pei Shanchang's limbs have been so stiff that he can't feel his presence. It was a windy and snowy night, and the cold-repelling tea couldn't let him sleep peacefully.
He stayed up until daylight. After the superintendent took Mrs. Lin to the academy and settled her down, he hurriedly led her to the principal's bedroom, inserted acupuncture to dredge the meridians, and put a cooling plaster on the joints of the hands. The man who had stayed up all night finally finally Sleep comfortably in the warmth.
A separate area was set aside in the backyard to prepare medicine for Mrs. Lin.
Under the guidance of her granddaughter, Mrs. Lin prepared a prescription suitable for Pei Shanchang's condition.
Now she has no reaction at all when her granddaughter takes out various medicinal materials that she has never seen before, but occasionally she still pinches small pills of different colors to study the properties of the medicine.
Later, she discovered that she couldn't understand the research at all, so she simply gave up. She would feed Shanchang Pei whatever her granddaughter took.
Sometimes, Pei Shanchang would ask a few questions out of curiosity, but she would deal with it with the secret recipe handed down from her ancestors. As time went by, the other party stopped asking.
Especially when the snow piled up higher and higher outside the house, and Pei Shanchang's hands and feet became warmer and warmer, he became even more convinced of Mrs. Lin's medical skills.
He was fed what he was given without asking a single question. After living for more than 20 years, he was treated in a confused way for the first time.
Chief Pei Shan's illness that he had suffered for many years was cured, but the continuous snowfall for half a month brought a lot of trouble to the academy.
The sun has been hiding for half a month, and there is no trace at all. The whole world is shrouded in gray, with only a trace of light reflected by the heavy snow.
The academy is located on a higher ground and is built on a mountainside close to the center of the town. Looking down from the top of the highest library building in Liuhe Temple, the entire Liuhe Town is completely white without any color at all.
The snow in front of the mountain gate is already half a person's height. People at the foot of the mountain can't get up, and people in the academy can't get out.
The kitchen's charcoal fire and vegetables, eggs and meat were all used up in half a month. The college's dinner last night was rice soup cooked with the last bit of fine grains. Many people had not eaten this morning.
If we don't buy some food and come back, hundreds of students and gentlemen on the mountain will go hungry.
Fortunately for Lin Silang, he had been used to hardship since he was a child. Children from poor families have never suffered from hunger several times.
But other students are different. They have been raised in fine clothing since childhood. Not to mention hungry, even if they have a bad appetite at any meal, the family will be as anxious as ants on a hot pot and try their best to change the dishes.
I could tolerate not eating breakfast, but when lunch came, there was still no news about the meal, and many squeamish students began to complain.
"I'm freezing to death. Who's going to make a pot of hot tea? I don't have anything to eat. Can't I give you something to drink?"
Classes in the academy had been suspended three days ago, and the students were studying in their dormitories.
Because of the cold weather, several dormitory classmates gathered in a room to gain some popularity and keep warm.
A chubby figure ran over from a distance, and the hot breath exhaled from his nose was like two leaky holes in a kettle.
"No no……"
Song Zhang saw that he was out of breath and couldn't speak a complete sentence for a long time, so he was worried for him.
"Nothing, no tea?"
Yang Qiming stood up and walked to the cupboard: "It's not just tea, I have a lot of it. I'll get some snow water to make a teapot later. I'll make a bowl of eight-treasure tea, enjoy the scenery in the snow, and drink tea. It will be a unique experience." "
"Forget it, I still want to drink the cold-repelling tea prepared by Lin Yandong's family. I'll make more later and I'll drink two cups."
The fat student took two deep breaths, finally found his voice, and broke the hope of the people in the room: "What kind of tea are you making! There is no charcoal fire!"
Yang Qiming frowned, then said nonchalantly: "Then burn it with firewood, maybe it will taste better!"
Song Zhang was not in his good mood. It didn't matter if he was hungry. Running out of charcoal fire was the most worrying thing.
He pushed open the window, revealing a crack, and saw the whistling sound outside the house mixed with the heavy snow, and an inexplicable worry arose spontaneously.
The window was quickly closed by a pair of sharp-jointed hands, and Lin Silang closed the window tightly, not revealing a trace of wind and snow.
"The snow outside will not stop for a while, and the charcoal fire is gone. The next step is firewood. Without food, people can survive for half a month by drinking water, but if they are hungry and cold, they can only survive for five months at most. sky."
His tone was so serious that he was a little worried, and Yang Qiming finally straightened his expression, "What should I do? It's snowing so hard outside, can I still go down the mountain to buy charcoal?"
Song Zhang glanced at him: "Of course not. Didn't you see that the snow has reached your thighs? The road is slippery in the snow, and there is snow everywhere. You don't know whether you are stepping on the ground or the hillside."
The other students also looked unhappy.
"Damn it, I've never seen it snow for half a month in my whole life."
"It's so cold. How can we stay up at night without a charcoal fire? Let's not starve to death, but freeze to death first, right?"
The door was knocked at this time, and the boy in a raincoat opened the door. He looked happy when he saw the students in several rooms gathered together, which just saved him from knocking on the door.
"The superintendent wants to share the remaining firewood in the academy with everyone. The weather is cold and there is not enough firewood. If you don't mind, you can sleep in the same room at night to stay warmer and save money."
After speaking, he placed two bundles of firewood on the ground and turned to knock on the doors of other students.
Song Zhang stopped him and asked, "The mountain chief is most afraid of the cold. What will he do if he gives us firewood?"
Other students followed suit.
"Yes, I remember that the earth dragon in the mountain chief's house had to make a charcoal fire. Now that the charcoal fire is gone and there is no more firewood, how can he survive?"
"We are young and strong and are not afraid of hunger and cold. The mountain elders are weak and need it more than us."
Not to mention the students of Liuheguan, even the common people in the town knew that Pei Shanchang was afraid of the cold.
Scholars always respect their teachers. How can they accept firewood with peace of mind when their husband is cold?
The boy was just a messenger and didn't know anything about it.
Song Zhang wanted to visit the mountain chief's residence.
Lin Silang didn't say anything, but he was very worried about his mother and niece. His heart had already flown to the back mountain. He immediately followed Song Zhang and walked towards the back mountain in the wind and snow.
