She Rebuilt Her Fallen Country With Storage Space-Chapter 150: Everyone’s Freezing to Death, Yet You Still Have Firewood?

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: Everyone’s Freezing to Death, Yet You Still Have Firewood?

Jie Chen led the Exile Team, climbing the mountain non-stop.

As the latter half of the night approached, it became colder and colder.

Xiang Ying took this opportunity to rest and made herself a cup of brown sugar ginger tea in her space.

Holding the cup constantly for sips, the dull ache in her lower abdomen was like a shadow, but it was much better than the excruciating pain she endured yesterday.

She also took the chance to see how the cartoon people were doing with their reconstruction.

The houses in Sha City were all built of brick and clay, which was good for protecting against sandstorms, but bad when it rained, as they could not withstand it at all.

However, since Sha City was situated on the edge of the desert, rain was naturally scarce.

Yet the brick and clay structures were not ideal for defending against enemy attacks.

Xiang Ying remembered something and her phoenix eyes lit up.

The requirement to upgrade to the eleventh floor was to consume wood, so if her own use counted as consumption, should it also count for the cartoon people?

Thinking so, Xiang Ying had already arranged for the conveyor belt to operate.

She threw out a tenth of her stockpiled wood all at once.

The cartoon people, discovering wood falling from the sky, were immensely grateful.

After a bout of kowtowing, they divided the work among themselves, cutting the wood and then joining forces to drag it back into the city.

Xiang Ying watched them bustle about with satisfaction, when suddenly, the whooshing sound of wind forced her out of her space.

She lay on the wooden cart, lifting the curtain to look outside.

All the people on the mountainside were using their arms to shield themselves from the sudden fierce wind.

Xiang Ying narrowed her eyes and saw the first light of dawn faintly appearing behind the distant mountain ranges.

Only then did she realize that Jie Chen had led the Exile Team to march the entire night without rest.

"It’s so cold!" Tao Xue, who was following alongside the wooden cart, huddled and wrapped her arms around herself.

Just then, someone shouted, "What is falling from the sky?"

Xiang Ying looked up and saw the white fragments fluttering down.

She stretched out her hand, and a cold snowflake fell into her palm, quickly melting away.

Xiang Ying exclaimed in shock, "Is it snowing?!"

Almost at the same moment, many of the convicts issued the same cry of surprise.

Immediately after, many people became excited.

After all, the Capital of the West Zhou was located in the south, and it rarely snowed in winter.

The West Zhou people who seldom saw snow were exceptionally jubilant, as if witnessing something truly remarkable.

Some even opened their mouths to catch the snowflakes, ecstatic to the extreme.

Tao Xue quickly tightened the curtain, not letting Xiang Ying continue to look out.

"Elder Princess, it is truly too cold, please don’t catch a chill," she urged.

Xiang Ying reminded them, "The thick cotton clothes I prepared for you earlier, once we find a place to rest later, take them out immediately and put them on the children."

Elder Lin looked up at the falling white snow, sighed gently, and frowned with his silver eyebrows knitted together.

Xiang Li beside him asked, "Elder Lin seems a bit worried?"

Elder Lin nodded, "The reason why the Forbidden Mountain in Mang State is locally known as Bogui Mountain is precisely because of its chaotic, season-inverting nature."

"With the current speed of the snowfall, if we do not find a place for shelter and warmth within an hour, I fear there may be trouble."

The pace of the Exile Team slowed down.

First, the snowstorm grew bigger and bigger, and even the horses could hardly walk.

Second, the temperature dropped further, and many people shivered from the cold.

Although it was already early morning, they could not see any sunlight, only feeling the snow falling everywhere, landing on everyone’s head.

Their thin clothes were completely inadequate against the bitter cold, and those convicts who cheered for the snow just now were no longer joyous.

Lady and Princess Consort De were the most miserable.

Because they both, as ill luck would have it, had their monthly cycles, like hemorrhagic torrents, fiercer than any before.

The two of them supported each other as they moved on, already barely able to walk.

Lady spoke weakly, "Princess Consort De, don’t drag me down; I can’t walk fast because of it!"

Princess Consort De glanced at her resentfully and replied weakly: "Sister, why speak nonsense? It’s clearly you who were pulling me."

They let go of each other at the same time, but both were in so much pain that they could hardly stand and had to support each other again.

Lady looked forward, "I don’t know where Qianqian has run off to at this time. She’s not even here to help her mother."

She looked back, originally hoping to rely on Zhao Bingyang.

Such a ready-made laborer, carrying things and handling luggage along the way, being ordered around like a little eunuch.

But now, Zhao Bingyang was also clutching his stomach, using a stick he just picked up to support himself as he walked.

Several times he fell to the ground, only to be whipped by the team leader and forced to stand and move forward.

He truly wished for death! He bore the pain, grinding his teeth.

Lady was displeased, her words tinged with sarcasm: "Her Highness and Princess Consort De are unwell, hence our slow pace, but as a strapping young man, how could you, Heir Zhao, feign illness like us?"

Zhao Bingyang lifted his head, his lips colorless: "Lady, I am indeed unwell, not pretending."

With the conversation, his abdominal pain felt even more unbearable.

Oddly enough, for women like Lady and Princess Consort De, experiencing pain during their menstrual period is not strange.

But he, a grown man, how could he suffer pain like them?

The weather was terribly cold, and everyone was walking into the wind.

Fortunately, after another half an hour, they finally arrived at the abandoned city discovered by the Vanguard Army.

To call it a city was an exaggeration; it was more like a village with a rather extensive area.

Everywhere there were houses, which seemed to have been abandoned no more than ten years ago, so some of the roof tiles were still intact.

Jie Chen had already arranged for reconnaissance soldiers to come and clean up.

"Reporting to the Deputy General, we now have twelve usable houses, and though six have damaged roof tiles, they can still provide shelter."

Jie Chen nodded and randomly picked a house to inspect the size.

After he came out, he began to assign shelters immediately.

All the Military Supervisors stayed in one room, and the team leaders, being numerous, were divided into two rooms.

The elderly, the weak, and women with children were allocated four houses, with five people per room.

Xiang Ying took the children, along with Tao Xue, and Qi Fengyi to stay in one.

Xiang Li and Elder Lin, along with Supervisor Chu, were given a single house.

After the scattered arrangements were made, Lady and the others were left with a room with somewhat broken roof tiles.

Xiang Qianqian, holding a bag of dried cakes given by Supervisor Ke, walked over just in time to hear Lady’s complaints.

"How come we are to stay in such a room? Won’t we freeze to death if it snows at night?"

She turned her head and saw Xiang Qianqian coming back, then immediately rushed over to grab her hand.

Lady’s hands were ice-cold, and her face was bloodless, which made Xiang Qianqian shudder.

"Qianqian, you must plead with Supervisor Ke again, his room can still shelter people, please ask for kindness, and take mother there."

Xiang Qianqian pulled her hand away: "Mother, how could that be possible? There are three men in Supervisor Ke’s room."

"Even if we could move in, it would not be good for my reputation. Besides, I’ve just seen the soldiers’ quarters, and they are even more dilapidated than ours."

Upon hearing this, Lady was about to speak but was interrupted by Princess Consort De.

"Sister Lady, please bear with it for now, it will be better once the snow stops, and we won’t stay here for too long anyway."

Thus, Lady finally swallowed her frustration: "Let’s hope so!"

The Exile Team rested and adjusted on the spot, with Xiang Ying being helped off the wooden cart by Tao Xue and Qi Fengyi.

She looked around, unable to hide her confusion and exclaimed.

"It looks like a village was abruptly abandoned, could they have encountered something, that everyone left?"

Tao Xue had frost on her eyelashes, trembling as she spoke: "It must be too cold, who can bear this cursed weather? Elder Princess, let’s get inside quickly."

They supported Xiang Ying into a relatively clean house.

The little ones volunteered, lining up to fetch firewood for heating.

Then, under Xiang Ying’s instruction, Tao Xue and the others went to check on how Xiang Li and the Seventh Princess were settling in.

No sooner had they left, Xiang Ying pulled out stack after stack of firewood from her space.

A total of ten piles!

It would consume a hundred thousand units of firewood resources, and they were just getting started.

Despite the cost, she was not heartbroken!

She could just claim it was given by Jie Chen to fool the children.

However, the three little ones came running back, shouting before they even entered the door.

Xiang Yuanshuo: "It’s bad, the Military Supervisors have discovered the firewood is soaked with snow; it won’t light! We are going to freeze!"

As he said this, he ran inside, only for the three little ones to see the stacks of firewood in the corner of the room and freeze in astonishment.

Xiang Ying’s fingertips went numb in the cold.

This was bad; if the Military Supervisors couldn’t use firewood, how would she explain where all this came from?