Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

"I occasionally dream about hot blood splattering on my body, and I also dream about people who were chatting and laughing around me yesterday falling down in front of me. They didn't even close their eyes and refused to rest in peace."

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It was rare for Wei Shao to talk so much. Maybe he was stimulated by his betrayed subordinates, or maybe he wanted Zhao Zhizhi to know more about his past.

More than half a month passed peacefully. During this period, the relationship between Zhao Zhizhi and Wei Shao developed rapidly, to the point where they were almost inseparable.

However, the two still have secrets to hide from each other and will eventually be separated for some time.

That day, when Zhao Zhizhi woke up at night, she suddenly felt colder than ever before. She subconsciously looked at her hands and feet. They were all well covered with quilts and were not cold.

It was strange. She sat up hugging the quilt, rubbed her eyes, and casually looked out the window. After just one glance, she froze in place.

The windows were covered with frost and it was hard to see what was going on outside.

But for this change to occur, it means that the temperature outside the house has dropped to below zero.

This was something that had been expected, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

The windows were closed tightly, but cold air still came in through the gaps, and Zhao Zhizhi shivered unexpectedly.

He stood up and put on his shoes and socks, squatted down and pulled out a thick quilt from under the bed, covering it on top of the previous bedding.

After thinking about it, she put on the fur coat that Father Zhao had made earlier, planning to go out and feel the changes in the temperature.

As soon as he put on his fur coat, the biting cold was much lessened. Zhao Zhizhi couldn't help but curl up his red lips, secretly sighing at Father Zhao's wise decision.

At first, she thought that Father Zhao was too eager, but now it seems that he was lucky that he was not affected by her words, otherwise, their family would have to stay at home and be unable to move around.

I don’t know what’s going on over there in Wei Shao, whether there is anything to keep out the cold.

A few days ago, he went out to do errands again.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhizhi couldn't help but feel a little sad. He didn't know when he would be able to completely solve those troubles and no longer be separated from her.

Forget it, Zhao Zhizhi pursed his lips and shook his head. Instead of thinking about it alone, it would be better to wait for Wei Shao to come back and plan their future with him.

When she raised her head, her eyes became firm again, and then she took steps out of the house.

As soon as he reached the door of the hall, Zhao Zhizhi felt the coldness before he opened the door.

She frowned, feeling something was wrong, and stretched out her hand to open the door.

The cold wind mixed with ice and snow rushed into the house like a wild horse, and Zhao Zhizhi stood in the middle of the door and faced it.

"Ah, sneeze!" Zhao Zhizhi sneezed unexpectedly.

She rubbed her nose, walked out in a daze, looked at the flying snow in the sky, her eyes widened in disbelief.

I don't know how long it took, until her feet were frozen, and then she murmured: "Surprisingly, it's snowing."

The snow came so suddenly that all the villagers' water tanks were frozen overnight.

When the sun rises high, heavy snow is still flying all over the sky.

Wang Erhu, who rushed to the back mountain to fetch water early in the morning, ran back in a panic and shouted loudly in the village:

"Oops, the spring is frozen."

The villagers who heard this incident ran out of their homes, and everyone looked horrified as if they had experienced bad news.

After a while, the entire village was enveloped in an atmosphere of low pressure and could not extricate itself.

"How could this happen? Miss Zhao just found the new spring not long ago. I'm still waiting to pick up the water tomorrow."

"My water tank is half full."

Before everyone could accept the bad news, another villager hurried back to his woodshed and then ran out in despair, shouting: "The water tank at home is also frozen."

This is undoubtedly adding insult to injury.

Although every household still has firewood, but now that the snow is coming, the firewood will definitely get damp and difficult to ignite.

Even if you are lucky enough to catch fire, it will take time to boil the ice cubes back into water, and the small amount of water will definitely be even less after it is turned into ice again.

Everyone gathered together and talked anxiously, and the scene suddenly fell into chaos.

"What should we do? We don't have much food to begin with, and if we don't have water to drink, isn't this forcing us to die?"

"I don't want to become a mummy!"

"Bah, bah, bah, the mountain spring was frozen just today, and you are just talking depressing words here. Don't get involved with us if you want to die!"

Someone suggested: "Stop arguing, let's go find the village chief quickly."

The crowd joined in.

At this time, the villagers who had regained consciousness suddenly clapped their hands and shouted: "Don't worry, everyone, it was Ms. Zhao who helped us cut off the water supply twice. She is so smart, maybe she will have an idea this time."

After hearing this, the other villagers were silent for a moment, then they all raised their feet and changed directions in a tacit understanding, and went to Zhao's house together.

It was Zhao Yimu who came to open the door. He thought that these villagers were just looking for trouble, so he blocked the door angrily and said fiercely: "What are you doing? I have a lot of housework today, so hurry up and leave. I won't treat you well if you piss me off." You're welcome."

The villagers were a little timid after hearing his words, but the temptation of water was greater. The villagers at the back of the row used the cover of the people in front to shout loudly toward the door: "Miss Zhao, are you there? Miss Zhao, please save everyone." Bar!"

Zhao Zhizhi was cutting ice out of the water tank in the courtyard with others. Hearing this, he strode over and guessed the purpose of the villagers' visit before they even opened their mouths. He said calmly: "From time to time, the mountain spring freezes."

"What?" Zhao Yimu was also stunned. He stood there blankly for a while, unable to recover for a long time. He was obviously also shocked.

After the water tank was frozen, Zhao Zhizhi thought that the mountain spring might also be frozen. After returning to the house, he came up with a method, but he didn't have time to test whether it was feasible.

She pushed Zhao Yimu away, who was standing stupidly, and waved to the villagers:

"You guys come with me and I'll do a little experiment. If it works, everyone won't run out of water."

When the villagers heard this, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, with hope rekindled in their eyes, and they hurriedly followed.

Zhao Zhizhi took out a bowl from the woodshed and scooped up a bowl of snow from the ground.

Seeing this, Father Zhao frowned and shook his head, "Zhizhi, you don't want to melt the snow and drink it, do you? Someone has eaten snow before and suffered from abdominal pain all night long. Everyone knows that this snow is poisonous and should not be eaten."

Zhao Zhizhi covered the bowl with the cotton cloth he had prepared long ago and said without raising his head: "That's why we have to experiment."

Although everyone did not understand what the experiment meant, they unexpectedly believed in Zhao Zhizhi.

"I know that the firewood in your home is also damp and may not be easy to ignite. When you go back, move the firewood to a dry place and try to ventilate it. Once the firewood is dry, you can use it normally."

Zhao Zhizhi burned the snow with dry firewood prepared in advance. Soon, the cotton cloth was completely soaked.