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"If you're hot, go take a cold shower. Don't make a fuss here." Jiang Chen leaned back in the wicker chair and casually picked up a glass of juice with ice and pushed it to the table.

Wang Dagou ripped off his heavy military overcoat and tossed it onto a stone bench in the yard.

He picked up the glass, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and gulped down half a glass of iced juice in one go.

"Brother Chen, aren't you going out to check? The snow at Zhao Jialing next door is so thick it's up to your thighs!" Wang Dagou wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

Su Qing was wearing a thin silk nightgown and was scooping out chilled watermelon with a small spoon.

Hearing this, she stopped what she was doing and asked curiously, "Is it really snowing that heavily outside?"

Wang Dagou slammed the cup down on the table: "Sister-in-law, it's not just big! Those snowflakes are even more exaggerated than goose feathers, they feel like knives scraping your face."

"The transformers all exploded?" Jiang Chen asked in a calm tone.

"That's right!" Wang Dagou gestured with his hands, "The thick tree branch couldn't withstand the snow and snapped with a 'crack.' It hit the utility poles along the road, and sparks flew up two meters high."

Su Qing ate a small bite of watermelon, her brows furrowing with worry: "How will they sleep at night? With no water and no electricity in this freezing weather, won't they freeze?"

Wang Dagou sighed: "The village chief of Zhaojialing is so worried that he's squatting at the village entrance cursing. He said that if there's no firewood tonight, those elderly people living alone in the village won't make it through the night."

Jiang Chen shifted into a more comfortable position and lay down: "The county's rescue vehicles haven't gone down yet?"

"I can't get down!" The courtyard gate was pushed open again, and Li Qiang ran in, covered in sweat.

Li Qiang wasn't even wearing a coat; his arms were bare, and he was panting heavily.

"Brother Chen! I just drove my pickup truck around the mountains, and the entire national highway is covered in black ice. The county traffic police's trucks are skidding on the hillside, and two of their snow chains have broken. Our county is completely paralyzed except for our village!" Li Qiang shouted at the top of his lungs.

Jiang Chen tossed the palm-leaf fan he was holding onto the coffee table.

"This minus fifteen degree weather is really awful." Jiang Chen stood up and glanced outside the courtyard.

Heavy snowflakes fell from the sky.

The snowflakes had just drifted to within three meters of Jiangjia Village.

The terrifying heat emitted by the super heat pipes buried deep underground, like a giant spider web, completely enveloped the entire village.

The snowflakes never even touch the ground; they turn into water vapor in mid-air.

Steaming snowmelt gushed from the drainage ditches on both sides of the road.

The temperature in the entire Jiangjia Village remained constant at 25 degrees Celsius.

"Qiangzi, how far does the pipeline of our underground geothermal circulation system extend beyond the village entrance?" Jiang Chen asked, his hands in his pockets.

Li Qiang swallowed hard: "Brother Chen, that thing is like a giant boiler! Even the asphalt road fifty meters outside the village entrance archway is scalding hot."

Wang Dagou wiped the sweat from his neck: "Brother Chen, this system is running too fast. I just touched the stone lion at the gate, and it's almost burning hot. Everyone in the village has unplugged their air conditioners, and Sister-in-law Zhang Guifang was just fanning herself with a palm leaf fan in the yard."

Jiang Chen sneered, "It's better to be warm than to freeze to death. Since the county's rescue vehicles can't get in, our Jiangjia Village can't just stand by and watch."

Li Qiang's eyes lit up: "Brother Chen, you have a plan?"

Jiang Chen turned to Wang Dagou: "Dagou, are those five Unimog RVs in our logistics park garage just for show?"

Wang Dagou slapped his thigh, his voice booming, "That's right! How could I have forgotten about these steel monsters!"

Jiang Chen pointed outside the door and gave instructions.

"Da Gou, go and call the entire security team to assemble."

"Qiangzi, go open the warehouse. Take 50,000 catties of top-grade black charcoal, and load 5,000 large cotton quilts. Fill every truck with rice and flour." Jiang Chen gave the clear and organized instructions.

Li Qiang rubbed his hands excitedly: "Brother Chen is so generous! This Unimog, with its military off-road chassis, can carve a path even on a mountain of knives, let alone ice!"

Jiang Chen walked to the eaves and looked at the vast white mountains outside.

"Not only should we send it, but we should send the best stuff." Jiang Chen emphasized, "Take out two thousand catties of that premium black pork from the farm's cold storage. On days when the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, let the villagers in the neighboring villages also have a hot meal of pork stew."

Su Qing, listening from behind, chuckled: "Honey, you're acting as both a benefactor and a troubleshooter; your reputation is almost surpassing that of the county magistrate."

Jiang Chen walked over and pinched Su Qing's cheek: "Let's all make money together, and help each other out when someone's in trouble. Jiangjia Village is in a good position now, so we don't care about these supplies."

Wang Dagou and Li Qiang received their orders and rushed out.

The main road outside the large apartment was spotless, not a single drop of ice water had frozen.

As Wang Dagou walked on the bluestone path, he could feel the continuous heat waves emanating from the ground beneath his feet.

He pushed his rolled-up sleeves up even further.

"Qiangzi, have you noticed? The temperature is weird." Wang Dagou looked around.

While calling the security team on his walkie-talkie, Li Qiang retorted, "How can it not be weird? Brother Chen spent billions to install the underfloor heating system; the heat is enough to roast a pig."

A dozen minutes later.

The massive, temperature-controlled garage doors of the logistics park slowly rose.

Five massive Mercedes Unimog U5000s, as large as armored vehicles, roared with deafening engine noise.

These five off-road kings formed a long steel dragon, driving along the bluestone road to the village square.

Hundreds of fully armed security guards, shirtless, were busily unloading supplies into the spacious rear compartment of the truck.

Charcoal, cotton quilts, rice and noodles, and whole pieces of black pork were piled up like a small mountain.

Jiang Youfu, heavily pregnant and carrying a large iron ladle, strolled over.

"Big Gou! This is quite a show of force!" Jiang Youfu laughed, his fat face jiggling.

Wang Dagou jumped off the front of the vehicle and patted the Unimog's thick bumper.

"Uncle Youfu, Brother Chen has given orders for us to go to the neighboring villages for disaster relief. They've lost power and water, and are almost starving," Wang Dagou said loudly.

Jiang Youfu slung the iron ladle over his shoulder: "Brother Chen is such a generous guy! You guys hurry up and go, I'll make you all some whole lamb soup tonight to help you recover!"

The supplies have been loaded.

Wang Dagou opened the car door and climbed into the towering driver's seat by stepping on the foot pedal.

"Brothers! Keep all your walkie-talkies on! Let's go!" Wang Dagou yelled into the throat microphone.

Five Unimog engines simultaneously spewed out thick exhaust fumes.

The massive all-terrain tires ignored all road conditions and charged straight out of the warm protective shield of Jiangjia Village.

The car had just driven fifty meters from the village entrance.

The biting wind and blizzard pounded directly against the bulletproof windshield.

The muddy mountain roads mixed with ice and snow were like a piece of soft tofu in the face of the Unimog's terrifying four-wheel drive torque.

The steel behemoth crushed the black ice on the ground, carving out five wide channels through the heavy snow that had blocked the mountain, and sped toward the disaster-stricken neighboring village.

After seeing the convoy off, Li Qiang walked back while wiping his sweat.

He crossed the square, preparing to return to the large apartment to report back.

Li Qiang stopped when he passed the flower bed at the entrance of the village, which was dedicated to cultivating precious green plants.

He rubbed his eyes and leaned closer in disbelief.

"Good heavens, am I seeing things?" Li Qiang exclaimed, his eyes wide.

Hu Lahua was carrying an enamel basin for washing vegetables when she happened to pass by the flower bed.

Today she changed into an extremely thin floral short-sleeved shirt, with a pair of trousers underneath.

"Qiangzi, what are you squatting there looking at?" Hu Lahua called out in a loud voice.

Li Qiang pointed to a row of tree branches in the flower bed, his voice trembling.

"Auntie, look at these forsythia flowers and these old peach trees! It's the Laba Festival!" Li Qiang exclaimed in shock.

Hu Lahua went over to take a look.

On those originally dry branches, countless tender green buds have sprouted.

On some branches, the pink peach blossom buds have fully bloomed, and the stamens sway gently in the breeze at a constant temperature of 25 degrees Celsius.

With the underfloor heating system running at full power and the long-term nourishment from the revitalizing spring water, the biological clocks of these plants have been completely thrown out of control.

They had no idea that it was a harsh winter outside, with heavy snow blocking the mountains, and they thought it was the warm spring of March.

Flowers of all colors bloom in profusion, vying for attention and beauty.

A rich floral fragrance drifted on the breeze, filling the entire square.

Hu La Hua was so happy that she slapped her thigh, causing a few drops of water to spill from the basin.

"Oh my! This is an extremely auspicious sign! The gods have appeared!" Hu Lahua laughed loudly.

At this moment, Grandpa Jiang Baichuan strolled over, his hands behind his back and a palm-leaf fan in his hand.

Although he was eighty years old, he was very healthy and was only wearing a thin white training uniform.

"Divine skill! This is all thanks to Brother Chen's divine skill!" Jiang Baichuan stroked his beard, looking at the peach blossoms all over the tree and exclaimed in admiration.

Li Qiang scratched the back of his head: "The contrast is too great. It's freezing cold outside, but here the peach blossoms are blooming."

Hu Lahua yelled at Li Qiang, "Qiangzi! Go tell the cafeteria to make extra mung bean soup for everyone tomorrow morning to help them cool down!"

Li Qiang was stunned: "Auntie, why are you drinking mung bean soup in the middle of winter?"

Hu Lahua rolled up her sleeves, revealing her thick arms.

"What do you know! I've already made arrangements with Uncle Baoguo and my old buddies!"

Hu Lahua pointed to the spacious open space in the center of the square.

"Tomorrow morning, all the old men and women in our village will go to the square to practice Tai Chi in short sleeves! With this fragrance of flowers and this temperature, anyone wearing long sleeves would be beneath them!"