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 take young adults with sticks to drive out the people.

 “Get out! You are not welcome in Xiangyun Village.”

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

Wang Qiaoer saw how arrogant they were and became aggressive with his hands on his hips.

 “A bunch of fools! If they still believe in her, they 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, his teeth exposed.

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

Uncle Liu yelled 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 ancestral houses that no one lives in next door are 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, Uncle Liu and Sister-in-law Liu had a quarrel.

 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 up.

“Let’s take advantage of the bargain 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?”

“I only know that it is spring and there will be no snow. Don’t you have common sense?”

“Ning Ning is indeed very smart sometimes, but she can’t be right every time. She is not a fairy.”

Uncle Liu blocked the door: "Anyway, 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 have to treat him well!"

 Uncle Liu was silent.

Everyone listened to Ning Ning's words, and in order to avoid the disaster, they all emptied their wealth and bought supplies.

Although Shen Ningning provided food and drink, 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, you guessed wrong, there was no snow disaster at all, right?”

"You're just too afraid of admitting it and being scolded by adults, 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..."

 That’s the same sentence again!

 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 had no choice but to do so.

"No matter what you say today, I have decided to sell the things. Get out of my way, or I will hang 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 go to 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 has a sad face. Doesn’t every household have problems like Mrs. Liu’s?

 They all spent 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’m not lying 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 will it be?"

"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 followed up 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 bright March sky.

Grandma Chen rubbed her shoulders beside her and said, "Although it's March, why is the weather getting warmer so slowly today?"

 Shen Ningning is in the Chinese Academy of Chinese Studies.

They are always targeted by Ye Changyi and others.

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

Just where Shen Ningning passed by, people everywhere shouted: "Fake lucky girl! What a disaster!"

 Lu Shaoyuan often raised his fist 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 won't let us 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 proud of being a female official and wanting to make things worse?" Lu Shaoyuan put his hands on his hips, his handsome eyebrows full of anger.

 Shen Ningning doesn't care.

He just looked 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." Lu Shaoyuan said this and pursed his lips: "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 has been dreaming again recently.

I dreamed that the first person to be frozen to death by the heavy snow was 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 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 handsome eyebrows were covered with frost, his face was cold and white, and his eyelashes were also condensed with frost.

Chen Shaobei was the first to stand up and hurriedly ordered: "Quickly call the imperial 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 and supported him who was cold all over.

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

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

 He frowned and exhaled 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 has been falling for two months since then.

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

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

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

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