I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

As soon as Hu Lahua finished speaking, Li Qiang scratched the back of his head and laughed.

"Auntie, you're even more resilient than a young person. Okay, I'll go talk to the cafeteria right now and ask them to prepare more mung bean soup and chilled plum juice for tomorrow!" Li Qiang shouted back.

"Remember to add plenty of rock sugar! We sweat a lot when we do Tai Chi!" Hu Lahua instructed while washing the vegetables.

"Okay! There's plenty!" Li Qiang happily ran off.

Early the next morning.

The sun had not yet fully risen.

The mountains outside the village are still covered with thick snow and ice.

A fierce wind swept up large snowflakes and raged along the mountain road.

Water droplets freeze instantly.

But Jiangjia Village is a completely different world.

Sunlight pierced through the heatwave shield in mid-air and shone on the bluestone pavement.

The originally withered and yellow ornamental trees on both sides of the road sprouted tender green buds overnight.

The precious orchids and forsythia in the flower bed are blooming in competition.

The rich fragrance of flowers and the earthy aroma mingled together, drifting through the village on a gentle breeze of 25 degrees Celsius.

This incredibly extravagant underfloor heating system is running at full power.

They managed to turn the dead of winter into the warm spring of March.

on the square.

The large speakers were already set up.

"Everyone, hurry up! Line up! Turn on the music!"

Hu La Hua called out loudly in the square.

She was wearing an extremely thin white Tai Chi uniform today.

Two thick, muscular arms were completely exposed.

He was holding a large red silk fan in his hand.

Zhang Guifang walked over wearing a pink short-sleeved training uniform and a pair of cloth shoes.

"Auntie, where did you buy this Tai Chi uniform? The fabric is so smooth!" Zhang Guifang touched Hu Lahua's clothes.

"I bought it online through a group purchase! It's cheap! As long as it's cool to wear, that's fine!" Hu Lahua replied while stretching her legs.

"You have good taste. Send me the link later, I'll get one too," Zhang Guifang said with a smile.

"Why send a link? I'll just buy you two sets! Brother Chen just got his bonus, I'm loaded with cash now!" Hu Lahua waved her hand generously.

Jiang Youfu, heavily pregnant and wearing a floral shirt, strolled over.

He was holding a purple clay teapot and smacking his lips as he drank.

"Hey, what are you doing practicing Tai Chi so early in the morning?"

"Wouldn't it be better to save your energy for two more bowls of rice at noon?" Jiang Youfu pointed at the formation.

"Get lost, you big idiot! If you don't work out with all that fat, you won't even be able to lift a spatula in the future!" Zhang Guifang rolled her eyes at him.

"That's right! Uncle Youfu, your belly looks like you're ten months pregnant!" Several middle-aged women nearby chimed in.

"What do you know! This is called being well-off! Brother Chen said that the people of Jiangjia Village should eat and drink well!" Jiang Youfu smiled and took a sip of tea.

"Eat and drink well, but you still need to exercise! Don't get in the way, go and bring over the big ice bucket, everyone wants to drink plum juice later!" Hu Lahua shooed her away.

"Alright, I'll go get it. You guys take your time practicing." Jiang Youfu strolled towards the cafeteria.

Music started playing.

The melodious sound of the guzheng echoed in the square.

A group of elderly men and women lined up in a square formation.

As the rhythm played, the elderly men and women slowly pushed their hands together.

The silk fan in her hand unfolded with a "snap".

Their movements were synchronized and uniform.

A gentle breeze blew by, and pink petals from the peach trees nearby fluttered down.

It landed on the shoulders of their short-sleeved shirts.

Jiang Baichuan stood by the flower bed with his hands behind his back.

The old man wore an extremely thin, double-breasted mandarin jacket today.

He was holding a sandalwood folding fan.

He looked at the peach blossoms covering the trees, and then at his old friends practicing their boxing with great enthusiasm.

Jiang Baichuan kept shaking his head.

"A divine intervention! Truly a divine intervention!"

Uncle Baoguo, the old village chief, was wearing an old man's shirt and had a cigarette between his fingers as he strolled over.

"Uncle Baichuan, you're here to admire the flowers so early in the morning?" Uncle Baoguo offered him a cigarette.

Jiang Baichuan waved his hand and refused the cigarette.

"Baoguo, look how beautifully these peach blossoms are blooming. Peach blossoms blooming in the twelfth lunar month, what perfect feng shui!" Jiang Baichuan pointed to the peach tree with his fan.

"This isn't feng shui, it's a geothermal network that Brother Chen built with real money! I heard from Xiao Liu that the electricity bill for one night was enough to feed our whole village for a year!" Uncle Baoguo said, taking a puff of his cigarette.

"You don't know anything!" Jiang Baichuan tapped Uncle Baoguo on the shoulder with his folding fan.

"Can electricity alone bring a dead tree back to life? Can it make flowers bloom so beautifully?"

"This is God protecting our Jiang clan! It's our ancestors showing their power!" Jiang Baichuan exclaimed, blowing his beard and glaring.

Uncle Baoguo nodded repeatedly, not arguing with the old man.

"You're right, as long as Brother Chen is around, every day is like New Year's Day in our village."

at the same time.

On a high cliff on the outskirts of the back mountain of Jiangjia Village.

A travel blogger dressed like a bear was shivering from the cold.

He was wearing thick goggles and holding a selfie stick.

"Family! The snow is too heavy! The entire national highway is closed!"

The blogger shouted at the phone screen.

"Look at my eyebrows, they're covered in ice crystals!"

"I'm going to show you the biggest snow scene in fifty years today!"

He secured his phone and took a high-definition drone out of his backpack.

"Look everyone! My drone has extremely strong resistance to freezing!"

He held the remote control in his hand and launched the drone.

The drone flew over the mountaintop amidst the wind and snow.

The transmitted images were all a deathly white.

The dead tree was broken by the weight of ice and snow.

Not a single bird could be seen in the entire world.

"Look at this environment, there's no way any living creature could possibly be here," the blogger explained to the screen.

"Even wild boars dare not venture out in this extreme weather!"

He controlled the joystick, directing the drone to continue flying deeper into the mountains.

"Family members, please give me a thumbs up! I'm about to fly over that mountain ridge!"

The blogger had barely finished speaking.

He stared at the monitor on the remote control, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Holy crap! What is that?!"

His hand trembled, and the remote control almost fell into the snow pit.

The drone's camera panned over the last ridge.

It was aimed directly at the basin where Jiangjia Village is located.

A bizarre dividing line appeared in the scene.

Outside was a frozen world with heavy snowfall.

Inside, however, it was a garden full of lush greenery and springtime beauty.

Red peach blossoms and yellow forsythia bloom together in a continuous expanse.

In the spacious square.

Hundreds of elderly people, dressed in short sleeves and thin shirts, were practicing Tai Chi with gentle movements.

There were also several large ice buckets next to it, filled with sour plum juice.

The blogger thought he was seeing things.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously.

"Family! I'm seeing things! Look at the screen!"

The blogger yelled in a distorted voice.

"Am I dreaming?"

He quickly zoomed in on the drone camera.

The picture is extremely clear.

You can even see the beads of sweat on Hu La Hua's face.

"It's minus fifteen degrees Celsius outside! And they're doing Tai Chi in short sleeves inside? And there are peach blossoms too?"

There were only a few hundred people watching the snow scene in the live stream at first.

The scene changes.

The live chat exploded with comments.

"Holy crap! What kind of living paradise is this?"

"Blogger, did you use a green screen effect? ​​How could there possibly be such a place!"

"Special effects my ass! Look at the fan in that old lady's hand, can the texture of the wind being blown be faked?"

"That's Jiangjia Village! The Jiangjia Village that was trending on social media just a few days ago!"

"Good heavens! Have I been transported to another dimension? Does that place not have winter?"

"I'm freezing to death in bed, and they're outside drinking iced plum juice?"

"Are those peach blossoms real or fake? This goes against the laws of nature!"

"What kind of rules are there on Jiang Chen's turf!"

This is a drone aerial clip that is less than two minutes long.

The blogger casually posted it on a short video platform.

The hype exploded like a rocket.

Half a day.

The number of clicks exceeded 300 million.

The entire internet was stunned.

Jiangjia Village dominated the headlines on all major social media platforms.

Tai Chi in Short Sleeves at -15 Degrees Celsius

Jiangjia Village: A Living Shangri-La That Rejects Winter

The phone at the Jiangjia Village Committee office was ringing off the hook.

Li Qiang gripped the receiver, sweating profusely with anxiety.

"What? You work in the coal mines in Northeast China? You're offering five million to rent a bungalow here for the winter?"

"Sorry, I don't own a house! Even ten million won't get me one!"

Li Qiang hung up the phone very decisively.

The landline next to me rang again.

Wang Dagou went over and answered it.

"Who are you?" Wang Dagou asked loudly.

"I'm Mr. Zhang, a building materials businessman from Beijing. I'd like to rent a courtyard in your village to escape the cold. Name your price!" A wealthy and arrogant voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Screw you! Our village chief said we're not doing tourism development here!" Wang Dagou slammed down the phone.

"Da Gou, my hands are sore from answering these calls!" Li Qiang wiped his sweat.

"Just unplug the phone line! Are these people crazy?!" Wang Dagou walked over and unplugged both the network cable and the phone line.

"It's quiet now." Wang Dagou clapped his hands.

"I need to report this to Brother Chen. There are already several luxury cars with out-of-town license plates parked outside the village entrance," Li Qiang said.

"Let's go find Brother Chen in the big apartment."

In the courtyard of the large, single-level apartment.

Jiang Chen was lying in a rocking chair, basking in the sun.

Su Qing was wearing a silk nightgown and holding a tablet computer.

"Honey, look! Our village is trending again!" Su Qing handed over the screen.

Jiang Chen didn't even lift his eyelids.

"So what if it's trending? We don't need to worry about what happens online." Jiang Chen took a sip of tea.

"But a lot of rich people are making comments online," Su Qing said, scrolling through the comments section of the screen.

"What were they shouting?" Jiang Chen asked casually.

"They said they'd come with millions in cash to bang on our door and insist on staying in the village for a few days. Some even said they wanted to buy land here and build villas," Su Qing said with a smile.

"Let them smash it. If Da Gou dares to let in an outsider, I'll break his legs." Jiang Chen's tone was extremely calm.

The door was pushed open.

Wang Dagou and Li Qiang walked in just then.

Upon hearing this, Wang Dagou immediately stood at attention.

"Don't worry, Brother Chen! My leg is still useful!" Wang Dagou declared loudly.

"How's the situation at the village entrance?" Jiang Chen asked.

"Seven or eight luxury cars came, but I stopped them all outside the roadblock," Wang Dagou reported.

"Add more manpower, with shifts around the clock. Anyone who dares to force their way in, throw them and their vehicle into the snowdrift," Jiang Chen ordered.

"Understood! I'll go keep watch at the village entrance right away!" Wang Dagou gave a rather awkward salute, turned around, and ran out.

Outside the village entrance archway.

The heavy snow is still falling.

The heatwave and the cold wind converged in the village, forming a white mist.

Several nouveau riche from the north, driving luxury cars and wearing mink coats, were stamping their feet in the snow, freezing cold.

They were holding up a thick stack of checkbooks.

"Big brother! Please make an exception! I'll pay three million! I'll stay for half a month!" a fat man shouted, leaning over a roadblock.

"I'll offer four million! I'll even give you a woodshed!" a tall, thin man next to him shouted.

Wang Dagou was with a dozen or so security guards.

Wearing a thin black short-sleeved training uniform.

He was holding a police baton.

It stood like an iron wall blocking the middle of the road.

"What's all the noise about! Put away your stinking money!" Wang Dagou pointed at the group of nouveau riche without any politeness.

"Does our Jiangjia Village need your three million?"

"Get in your car and leave! Take one more step and I'll use a riot fork to kick you all out!"

Those wealthy men, their noses running from the cold, looked at Wang Dagou's exposed muscles with a mixture of envy and fear.

"No, brother, that's so inconsiderate of you guys. Let's all make money together," the fat boss was still trying to get on their good side.

"Enough with the nonsense! The rules of Jiangjia Village are the rules!" Wang Dagou remained unmoved.

A young security guard nearby leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Gou, this is so much money, really no discussion at all?"

"Discuss what?!"

Wang Dagou tugged the police baton in his hand twice.

Watching those luxury cars eventually succumb to the freezing cold and slink away, I saw them turn around and leave in disgrace.

He stood up straight.

"In our village, you can't get in even if you pay money; we only recognize our own people!" Wang Dagou said smugly to the security guard at the gate.