Thrown Into the Wolf’s Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year

The old village chief asked Uncle Deng to lead the young and middle-aged men out with sticks to drive away the people.

"Go away! You are not welcome in Xiangyun Village."

"We believe in Ning Ning, there is no need for you to gloat here."

Seeing how arrogant they were, Wang Qiaoer put her hands on her hips and became aggressive.

"A bunch of fools! If you still believe in her, you will be tricked to death by her sooner or later."

Uncle Liu was about to rush out and beat her with a stick.

Wang Qiaoer screamed in fright, her teeth exposed.

She jumped into her carriage in a panic and ran away.

Uncle Liu roared at her carriage: "If you dare to come again, I will break your legs!"

In the past few months, Shen Ningning has asked Uncle Liu and others to help build his own village house.

From a small courtyard before, it has become a large courtyard with four rooms.

The unoccupied ancestral houses next door were also merged together.

At this moment, the little guy slowly carried the food box and came to the village to deliver meals to everyone.

However, there was a quarrel between Uncle Liu and Sister-in-law Liu.

Everyone in the village went to break up the fight.

After hearing the news, Shen Ningning hurried over.

It turned out that Sister-in-law Liu wanted to sell all the supplies she had stored.

"Let's take action while it's cheap now, otherwise we'll lose it when summer comes."

Uncle Liu disagreed: "Ning Ning said that the snowstorm is coming, how can you sell it now!"

Sister-in-law Liu collapsed completely and screamed hysterically.

"Snowstorm, snowstorm again! I always say, is it interesting?"

"All I know is that it's spring and there won't be any snow. Don't you have common sense?"

"Ning Ning is indeed very smart sometimes, but she can't always be right. She is not a fairy."

Uncle Liu blocked the door: "In short, I just don't allow you to take out the quilt and sell it."

Sister-in-law Liu slapped him on the neck.

Her eyes turned red: "Are you crazy! Our son's legs have been lame since he was a child. We must treat him properly!"

Uncle Liu was silent.

After listening to Ning Ning's words, everyone emptied their wealth and bought supplies in order to avoid the disaster.

Although she had no worries about food and drink, Shen Ningning provided for them, but she didn't have a penny left for normal living expenses.

Sister-in-law Liu turned around and saw Shen Ningning standing in front of the crowd, looking at them with a lonely face.

She immediately stepped forward and grabbed Shen Ningning's little hand.

"Ning Ning, tell Auntie, did you guess wrong? There was no snow disaster at all, right?"

"You're just too afraid of being scolded by adults if you admit it, aren't you? Auntie just wants to hear the truth from you! Don't be afraid, tell Auntie."

Shen Ningning licked her lips and said with difficulty: "Auntie, the snowstorm is coming..."

Still the same sentence!

It's almost driving Sister-in-law Liu crazy.

She pushed Shen Ningning away and took two steps back. Her eyes were bloodshot and red, like a trapped animal that was forced to do nothing.

"No matter what you say today, I have decided to sell the things. Get out of my way, or I will hang myself at the door!"

Shen Ningning was about to ask her to calm down, but the little guy was willing to buy everything for the time being.

I will return it to Sister-in-law Liu when she needs it.

However, Uncle Liu broke out in silence.

"Sell! You sold everything!" He roared in a hoarse voice: "When something happens, you'd better have some backbone and don't ask for help in front of Ning Ning."

Sister-in-law Liu glared at him, grabbed a baggage, pushed away the villagers, and left, going to the city to sell cotton.

Shen Ningning looked at the villagers.

Everyone looked sad. Isn’t it true that every household has problems like Mrs. Liu’s?

They all used their money to buy supplies, betting on a natural disaster that might not come.

Shen Ningning looked at everyone's faces, and her soft voice floated in the wind.

"Uncles and aunts, I didn't lie to you, natural disasters will really come."

Everyone sighed.

Someone's voice was haggard: "Do you know how those people outside are laughing at us?"

"I always said it would come, but when?"

"One month? Ten months? One year? Ten years? Hey..."

Everyone shook their heads and left.

Shen Ningning's eyes were at a loss as she chased after him a few steps: "Uncle Gao, Aunt Peng..."

However, what the villagers left to her was just the back of her fading away.

The crazy scholar patted Shen Ningning on the shoulder.

The little guy turned around and saw him smiling gently at him.

"Weishi believes in you, so I wasted my afternoon studying time and spent a month reinforcing the roof with Chen Ye."

Shen Ningning finally smiled.

She raised her head and looked at the sunny March sky.

Granny Chen rubbed her shoulders beside her and said, "Although it's March, why is it so slow to get warmer today?"

Shen Ningning is in the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

He is always targeted by Ye Changyi and others.

They knew that the little one was protected by the prince, so they never bullied her in person.

But wherever Shen Ningning passed by, people shouted loudly: "Fake lucky girl! What a disaster!"

Lu Shaoyuan raised his fist every time and shouted angrily: "If you talk nonsense again, your teeth will be knocked out."

Ye Changyi took the lead and sneered: "What's wrong, Mr. Lu still doesn't want us to talk in the Chinese Academy of Sciences?"

"Besides, we didn't name anyone. Why are you nervous? Is it possible that someone has a guilty conscience?"

"I think the previous drought and rain were just a chance of good luck. Do you really think you are a lucky girl?"

Shen Ningning calmed down and ignored him, pulling Lu Shaoyuan away.

"These people are so annoying. Why is Ye Changyi so proud of being a female official that she wants to change the world?" Lu Shaoyuan put his hands on his hips, his handsome eyebrows full of anger.

Shen Ningning didn't care.

Just looking at him: "I don't care if they believe me or not, have you listened to me and stocked up on supplies?"

"Of course I do." After Lu Shaoyuan said this, he pursed his lips again: "But my mother asked me to advise you not to be too obsessed with the snow disaster."

Shen Ningning pouted, her fair and tender face full of worries about the future.

"If you believe me, don't let Mrs. Meng go out of the city to collect things recently." Because she had been dreaming again recently.

I dreamed that the first person to be frozen to death by the heavy snow was actually Lu Shaoyuan’s mother.

Mrs. Meng died on the road in Gyeonggi Province. Heavy snow collapsed the mountains and forests, burying her and an entire caravan alive.

It’s just the first day of April.

Mo Lingwei was sitting in the Zichen Palace, discussing trivial government affairs with his subordinates.

suddenly.

His voice stopped suddenly and his whole body froze.

The ministers who lowered their heads below were puzzled. When they raised their heads, they looked at Mo Lingwei.

Unexpectedly, I saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, his cold and handsome eyebrows were covered with frost, his face was cold and white, and his eyelashes were also frost-condensed.

Chen Shaobei was the first to stand up and hurriedly ordered: "Quickly tell the doctor, His Highness the Crown Prince has an old illness!"

Since the drought disappeared, Mo Lingwei has not had any cold symptoms for half a year.

Chen Shaobei ran to Mo Lingwei's side and supported him who was cold all over.

However, Mo Lingwei's gaze turned to the window.

On a bright sunny day in April, heavy snow suddenly fell.

He frowned and breathed out a cold breath with difficulty: "When I am unconscious, protect Shen Ningning."

After Mo Lingwei said that, he suddenly fell down.

Chen Shaobei was horrified: "Your Highness!"

This heavy snowfall without any warning started from this moment and fell heavily for two whole months.

The Cangyun Kingdom, which was about to enter summer, was pulled into the biting winter in one fell swoop.

People who were originally full of doubts and even ridicules about what Shen Ningning said.

Weeping like ghosts and howling like wolves, we fell into this purgatory caused by the cold and flying snow.

It's too late to escape, it's too late to regret.