Traveling through ancient times to survive

Villager B was so ashamed that he couldn't even raise his head. He secretly vowed that he would never trust outsiders again and went to Zhao Chengchuan's house to apologize as soon as he was able to leave the house.

Zhao Qing didn't know that someone had been eyeing her family's firewood, and before her family knew about it, it had already been taken care of.

In the cellar, the firewood made crackling sounds as it burned. After more than three months of non-stop extravagant use that lasted most of the night, only one-fifth of the firewood was left, and there were still about 400 kilograms of charcoal left.

Zhao Chengchuan was worried: "Spring is here, but there is no sign of the weather warming up. Let's save the firewood at home. From today on, we will reduce it to one hour."

Zhao Qing didn't care. Since his physique became that of a human, his ability to resist cold was greatly enhanced. When the cold wave came, at the coldest moment, even if he didn't light the brazier, Zhao Qing could endure it.

Zhao Deyan: "Okay, Dad, it's not that cold now. We can gradually reduce the time we use the brazier and let our bodies slowly adapt to the low temperature."

Wang Mei expressed her different opinions carefully. Ever since Zhao Chengchuan got angry last time, she had become much more timid in her actions.

"It's suddenly reduced to one hour. Can your body handle it?"

Zhao Chengchuan consoled them, "It's okay. The villagers probably can't light a brazier any more. They can handle it. The training we've put in over the past few months is definitely not in vain. We'll only get better."

Wang Mei nodded: "Then listen to Brother Chuan."

Zhao Chengchuan thought of his relatives in the old house again and wondered how they were doing.

The old house that Zhao Chengchuan was concerned about was actually not in a good condition. Before the temperature dropped significantly, Zhao Decheng, the only scholar in the family, complained of being cold. The old man felt sorry for him and lit a brazier for him early in the morning.

Mrs. Zhao was unhappy. Why could Cheng'er not stand the cold at all when the two families had worked so hard to chop firewood? The weather wasn't that cold, and even her six-year-old daughter didn't want to warm herself by the fire?

Mrs. Zhao San made a big fuss, and the old man couldn't control himself, but he didn't want his beloved daughter to suffer, so he had to give in and the whole family used the brazier.

This decision fortunately saved the lives of the entire family on that night when the temperature dropped sharply. The old man was therefore even more convinced that the eldest grandson was a lucky star and should not be neglected.

The old man cared even more about Zhao Decheng and wished he could pick the moon from the sky.

Later, when the temperature dropped, the whole village crowded into one room to keep warm. However, Zhao Decheng still maintained his status and asked to sleep in a separate room, saying that he did not want anyone to disturb him while he was studying.

The old man was delighted to see that his eldest grandson did not forget to study despite the freezing weather. He nodded without hesitation. Fearing that his lucky star would get cold, he placed two braziers in the house and kept fire burning all day long.

Because of the previous coincidence, Mrs. Zhao San felt a little uneasy. Even though she was not happy with Zhao Decheng's special treatment, she did not dare to make a fuss in public.

Mrs. Zhao was very proud in front of her brother's wife, and for a time she severely suppressed the third wife.

The old man had a good idea. There was a lot of firewood at home, so it was no problem to use it for a month. When the weather was good in the middle of the day, he would go up the mountain to continue chopping firewood.

However, they did not expect that this was a once-in-a-century snowstorm, and they had no chance to go out for several months.

The firewood was consumed quickly, and the weather still did not improve. Things began to change. The faces of the third family became gloomier day by day. Seeing that only half of the firewood was left at home and the heavy snow outside blocked the door and prevented them from going out, Zhao Chenghe finally exploded.

"Dad, let's burn our own firewood. I won't bother with the past. The remaining firewood can be divided into three equal parts, one for you and mom, and one for each of our two rooms."

Zhao Yuanmu was furious: "I'm not dead yet! It's not your turn to be the boss of this family."

Mrs. Zhao said sarcastically, "That's right, and aren't you wasting firewood?"

Zhao Chenghe laughed in anger: "Who else can waste as much as your son?"

Mrs. Zhao was not justified but still felt strong: "Brother Cheng is a student, how can it be considered a waste to use a little firewood?"

Zhao Sansao followed her husband's steps and fiercely retorted to Zhao Dasao: "Your son's life is the most important life. He is hiding in the study and enjoying himself. Our lives are worthless. Do we deserve to be frozen?"

Mrs. Zhao couldn't admit this, because it was also insulting the old man and his wife. "Bullshit! How can Cheng study hard when there's so much noise here?"

Zhao Chenghe didn't want to argue with his sister-in-law, so he knelt down in front of Zhao Yuanmu and his wife and begged, "Dad, Mom, please feel sorry for your son and give him and his family a chance to survive! Look outside, what kind of weather is this! Zhuzi is only 11 years old, and Ziya is only six years old. I'm also a father, and I can't watch my children freeze to death just for their cousin to live a comfortable life!"

Everyone in the room was excited. Third sister Zhao didn't bother to argue with first sister Zhao anymore. She quickly came to Zhao Chenghe with her daughter in her arms and knelt down. Although the eldest son of the third room, Zhao Dezhu, was confused, he also knelt down immediately.

Mrs. Zhao burst into tears: "Dad, Mom, Zhuzi is also your grandson. Look at his face and body, he is covered with frostbite. His cousin's skin is even more delicate than that of a girl."

Mrs. Zhao snorted in her heart, Cheng'er will be an official in the future, and Zhuzi, with his stupidity, is not worthy of being compared with Cheng'er!

"Zhuzi can't sleep every day because of the itch. He is afraid of waking us up, so he endures it. My Zhuzi is so sensible at such a young age, but I can't help him at all. I am really useless as a mother!"

Mrs. Zhao replied in her heart, it’s useless, it’s your fault for not being able to give birth to a smart son.

Sun Xiaocao was in a dilemma. On one side was her most promising eldest grandson, and on the other was her most beloved youngest son. Moreover, she didn't dare to agree without the old man's permission.

After all, he was his beloved youngest son. Seeing him kneeling on the ground begging desperately, and his little grandson shivering with cold, how could he not feel anything? The old man was shaken and wanted to agree.

Zhao Chengshan was secretly anxious. The snow outside showed no signs of melting. What should he do if he didn't have enough firewood? He must use it sparingly!

The one wasting money was his own son? Should I stop him? No, no, no, my son will definitely blame me. What if he doesn't want to enjoy the good life with his own father when he becomes rich in the future?

My third brother jumped out to object? That's great!

The third brother wants to separate and live separately? How can that be possible! Wouldn’t the amount he gets be even less?

The old man still wants to agree? How foolish! We don't know when it will warm up again. Wouldn't it be a waste to separate?

Zhao Chengshan was anxious and took the initiative to apologize: "Third brother, it is true that the first wife took advantage. I am sorry for the third wife. I apologize to you."

Stopping his wife who was about to lose her temper, Zhao Chengshan turned around and suggested to Zhao Yuanmu: "Dad, it's so dangerous outside now, we should work together, how can we live apart? How about asking Cheng Ge'er to move in with us? We really can't waste time like this now."

Zhao Chenghe was surprised. It was rare to hear his elder brother speak like a human being.

Seeing that his eldest grandson's father was not willing to let him live alone, the old man finally made up his mind to ask him to move back in with them.