The three of them started secretly digging a cellar in the front and back yards. Ling Xue and Aunt Liao couldn't help. They mainly took care of the logistics and took time to go next door to check on the progress of the house construction.
This time, Fatty Wu may have invested a lot of money. Not only does Ling Xue not have to worry about the materials, but there are also more people on the construction team, so the speed naturally increased.
I don’t know what the discussion in the village is like. Uncle Liao is always paying attention to the information in the group, for fear of missing any important notifications.
Half a month later, Ling Xue's house had been built into one floor, and a notice from the village also came down.
The notice was made in the village committee meeting room. Everyone chose not to use electronic products as they all knew what was going on.
Seeing that most people had arrived, the village chief began to speak.
Once the gate is closed, there are people standing guard outside, so the confidentiality work can be said to be done quite well.
"You all know this, right? Fatty Wu from our village has received news that the world is about to enter a mini-ice age. This is a natural disaster, and we don't know when it will end, so we need to prepare."
"Don't interrupt. Those who believe should prepare, and those who don't believe can do whatever they want. But if a natural disaster really strikes, those who don't believe will just fend for themselves. Don't come asking the villagers to borrow things. They have to survive too. These are life-saving items. I won't freeze or starve to death just to save you."
"Those who are willing to prepare supplies, please come here and sign up. Fatty Wu from our village is very enthusiastic. What he prepares is all good. Those who don't have any connections can ask him to help bring some. Of course, please prepare the money in advance according to the amount of supplies needed."
"Those who need Fatty Wu's help, come here to get the list of items and price list, and make your own selection! Of course, those who want to prepare their own supplies can do so, we won't force you to do so."
"Whether you believe this news or not, don't talk nonsense outside. Otherwise, our village doesn't want such people! Okay, let's adjourn the meeting!"
Ling Xue also took a few lists back with her. She planned to see what Fatty Wu had prepared.
Most villagers believed Fatty Wu's news, and even those who didn't believe it were preparing supplies.
Although they didn't believe it, what if? What if they really encountered a small ice river? That would be disastrous. The village chief had said that no one in the village would lend them supplies. Who told them not to listen to his advice and prepare supplies in advance?
If your family prepares 5,000 kilograms of rice, then my family will prepare 10,000 kilograms. At least I can live a few years longer than yours, right?
His family has stockpiled 10 tons of coal, so my family will stockpile 20 tons.
Things that were not a big deal at first became a big deal due to everyone's competitive spirit.
One by one, they began to search online for what supplies were needed during the extreme cold period. The younger and middle-aged people even started to prepare based on the descriptions in apocalyptic novels.
One by one, they began to sigh: "It would be great if there was a golden finger space!"
The readers of the novel all agreed, and even lowered their expectations: "If not, a storage bag will do!"
"Yeah, where's the gold finger?"
Aunt Liao asked those discussing, "What space?"
Brother Liao whispered in his mother's ear: "It's a place that only you can see. It can be big or small, and you can store things. Do you know what "The World in Your Sleeve" means? It's similar to that!"
Aunt Liao looked at her second son in surprise. "I know what you mean now. I didn't expect you to know so much, Xiao Er. Did you study in vain?"
