Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"System, search for physical traits that can withstand extreme temperatures."

Zhang Huaimin gave the instructions in his mind.

The pale blue virtual screen scrolled rapidly in an instant.

Soon, an icon flashing with an interplay of ice blue and crimson light appeared in the center of the screen.

【Absolute Constant Temperature Constitution (Beginner Version)】: After fusion, the host's body surface temperature is automatically regulated, and the host is immune to any extreme temperature damage between -40°C and 50°C.

"That's it."

Zhang Huaimin clicked the redemption button without hesitation.

[Ding! 500 Shock Points consumed, fusion begins...]

A strange sensation of coolness and warmth exploded within Zhang Huaimin's body at the same time.

This energy quickly traveled throughout his body, eventually lurking in his subcutaneous tissue.

He could feel it clearly.

Every inch of my skin felt like it had been transformed into an extremely sophisticated, temperature-controlled suit.

The harsh cold outside could no longer penetrate his body in the slightest.

Early the next morning.

The city of Beijing has been hit by the most severe cold wave of this winter.

A north wind howled all night.

Temperatures plummeted, dropping to minus ten degrees Celsius.

The eaves were covered with icicles that were a foot long.

The water in the vat was frozen solid, so hard that even an iron axe couldn't break it.

The front gate of the yard.

The third uncle, Yan Bugui, was wrapped in a tattered cotton-padded coat that was patched inside and out.

He was wearing a fur-lined dog-skin hat and had his hands tucked into his sleeves.

Frozen like a startled quail, I stood huddled in the wind.

Today it was his turn to sweep the snow in front of the courtyard house.

"This awful weather is freezing cold!"

Yan Bugui shoveled snow with trembling hands, sniffling as he did so.

His hands were frozen red and purple, and the web between his thumb and forefinger was cracked from gripping the shovel.

Each scoop was accompanied by a tingling, tooth-aching sensation.

The other people in the compound, like hibernating animals, huddled inside their rooms and refused to come out.

Even when they came out to empty the chamber pot, they were wrapped up tightly and ran back and forth.

Just as Yan Bugui was about to lose consciousness from the cold.

"Squeak—"

The heavy wooden gate of the courtyard house was pushed open from the outside.

"Who is it, so early in the morning..."

Yan Bugui muttered as he looked up.

next second.

His beady green eyes, hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses, widened instantly.

His eyeballs were practically popping out of their sockets.

What did he see?!

There was Zhang Huaimin, who was five and a half years old.

He wasn't wearing a cotton-padded coat, a hat, or even long pants!

He was wearing only a bright red short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of blue shorts that just went past his knees!

Their fair, chubby little arms and legs were exposed to the biting cold wind of minus ten degrees Celsius without any cover!

Not only that.

The kid even had an ice pop in his mouth, which he had just bought from the supply and marketing cooperative at the alley entrance!

"Crack!"

Zhang Huaimin took a big bite of the popsicle and chewed it with relish.

His face was full of comfort and ease, as if he were walking on a hot summer beach.

"This...this...this!"

The shovel in Yan Bugui's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating from the cold.

"Good morning, Uncle San. Shoveling snow?"

Zhang Huaimin, munching on an ice pop, strolled in with light, leisurely steps.

He looked at Yan Bugui, who was shivering from the cold, and smiled innocently.

"You...you're crazy!"

Yan Bugui finally came to his senses, his voice cracking with fright.

He didn't bother picking up the shovel; he rushed forward, wanting to wrap Zhang Huaimin in his tattered cotton-padded coat.

"Wearing short sleeves in this freezing weather! Are you crazy?!"

"Quick! Go back inside! It'll freeze to death!"

Although Yan Bugui was usually stingy and calculating.

But being a teacher, I was still instinctively horrified to see a five-year-old child wearing short sleeves and eating an ice pop in minus ten degrees Celsius.

If they freeze to death, the military region and the factory will blame us, and everyone in the hospital will suffer the consequences!

"Uncle, don't be nervous, I'm not cold at all."

Zhang Huaimin deftly dodged Yan Bugui's hand.

He didn't feel cold at all; on the contrary, he found the air in the snowy landscape exceptionally fresh.

In order to dispel Yan Bugui's concerns and also to showcase his "new qualities".

Zhang Huaimin walked to the shovel that Yan Bugui had dropped.

He stretched out his fair little hand.

It was pressed directly onto the head of that cast iron scythe, which was chilled to the bone by the cold wind and even had a layer of white frost on its surface.

"Don't touch it! That metal thing is sticky!"

Yan Bugui was shocked and tried to stop it, but it was too late.

In this kind of weather, if you touch exposed cast iron with your bare hands, the skin on your hands will stick to it and peel off.

however.

A miracle happened.

The moment Zhang Huaimin's small hand touched the shovel.

Yan Bugui saw it clearly.

Centered on Zhang Huaimin's palm.

The thick frost on the shovel melted away rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Followed by.

A plume of white, hot steam was visible to the naked eye.

With a "whoosh," it evaporated and rose from the iron shovel!

In just a few seconds.

The icy cold iron scythe head actually steamed from being warmed by the warmth of Zhang Huaimin's small hands!

"This...how is this possible?!"

Yan Bugui looked at Zhang Huaimin as if he were an alien, and was so frightened that he fell down on his backside in the snow.

With trembling hands, he tentatively touched Zhang Huaimin's exposed forearm.

Upon touching it, Yan Bugui gasped in shock.

Warm!

It was even scalding hot!

In the freezing cold of minus ten degrees Celsius.

Zhang Huaimin's skin did not turn blue or purple from the cold.

Instead, it has a rosy glow and exudes vitality.

It's like a walking, human-shaped furnace!

"See, I told you I wasn't cold, didn't I?"

Zhang Huaimin smiled and withdrew his hand, took another bite of his popsicle, and leisurely walked towards the central courtyard.

"Crunchy and sweet."

Yan Bugui was left alone, slumped in the snow.

Looking at Zhang Huaimin's back, clad in short sleeves and shorts, steaming hot, I questioned my existence.

Intermediate People's Court.

Sha Zhu, wearing a thick military overcoat, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, came out of the house shivering as he prepared to go to the toilet.

He had just stepped out the door.

They bumped right into Zhang Huaimin, who was walking towards them wearing short sleeves and eating an ice pop.

Holy crap!

Sha Zhu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he instinctively swore.

He looked at his own military overcoat, which made him look like a bear, and then at Zhang Huaimin's fair and tender arms.

"Brother Huaimin, what...what kind of divine skill have you mastered?"

Sha Zhu leaned closer, feeling the heat emanating from Zhang Huaimin, and was so surprised that he scratched the back of his head.

"Good heavens! In this freezing weather, is your body made of a furnace?"

Zhang Huaimin smiled at Sha Zhu.

"Uncle Zhu, this is called a calm mind brings warmth. I'm in good health and have plenty of energy."

Sha Zhu gave a thumbs up, his face full of admiration.

"Wow! You're truly amazing! I'm impressed!"

Sha Zhu shook his head, sighing as he walked toward the toilet.

In this compound, Zhang Huaimin is becoming increasingly strange.

At this moment, the dilapidated wooden door of the Jia family's house in the middle courtyard was quietly pushed open a crack.

Qin Huairu was wrapped in a tattered cotton-padded jacket full of patches, and her face was sallow.

She clutched her slightly protruding belly tightly with both hands, her eyes filled with despair and madness.

While no one was paying attention in the yard.

Qin Huairu huddled up like a starving wildcat.

They slipped out of the courtyard house without making a sound and headed towards the canteen of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.