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A peaceful day passed like this.

As the end of February approaches, the blizzard season is gradually approaching.

The day after Chen Feng had just finished capturing the griffin, there was a heavy snowfall here, and the amount of snowfall was incalculable, but the blizzard was indeed very large, and the wooden houses built in order to rush the work before were even crushed, but fortunately, humans had already moved out of that kind of house and lived in brick houses, and now those houses are inhabited by a group of slaves.

Even at the beginning of the blizzard, the patrol department began to evacuate the crowd, but no one expected that this blizzard would be so swift and terrifying, many wooden houses were crushed, and more than hundreds of slaves died in the blizzard.

This is still Chen Feng has long been prepared for this kind of unexpected situation, if it were not for the shelter of the stone brick house, the casualties of the survivors would be several times or even more than ten times that of the slaves.

A whirring blizzard falls.

Even if Chen Feng has planned his evacuation plan in advance, he can also emphasize repairing roads. In the end, there were still many places covered with heavy snow, and the weather was freezing, and even with the help of professionals, they still could not resist nature, because of this heavy rain, the slaves had no way to work, and now they were all taken into custody, and at the same time sent guards to pay attention to slowing down the epidemic.

The weather in February is harsh, with heavy snowfall, and due to the energy attack, the blizzards here are often accompanied by cold snaps.

For example, now.

Gusts of wind raged around them, and every now and then a tree branch was blown off, as if someone in the void was slashing wildly with a cold knife.

This blizzard is a whole day.

The brick house built by Chen Feng became a fence to protect everyone, and the entire camp was quiet because of the onset of the snowstorm.

The survivors hid in the houses to avoid the snow, and the brick houses were all occupied, perhaps because of the large number of people, and the people did not seem as cold as they imagined.

The newly recruited survivors are a little apprehensive, they know that there is no free fruit in this world, long before they come, they have been divided into work tasks, this is the rule of order, as long as they can still move, even if it is needlework, they cannot sit back and enjoy it.

The survivors are gearing up, whether it's shelter or food, which makes them feel good about this place, and just when everyone is ready to go big and get permanent residency, a blizzard completely overwhelms their motivation!

The absence of labor means that you will become the one who will sit back and enjoy the success.

Is it possible to waste precious food for no reason?

Everyone is ready to go hungry, maybe only one steamed bun a day, or even less, but for them, as long as they can make ends meet, this is enough.

But this apprehensive mood, under the impact of the wheat fragrant flatbread at noon, has become completely fragmented, and the order is fulfilling its original promise, and everyone, all the residents who have not offended the punishment of the order, will enjoy the food subsidy, and the blizzard is a special case, even if they cannot work, they still get the opportunity to enjoy the food.

Although the flatbreads had been baked the day before and needed hot water to swallow into their stomachs, for the survivors, it was enough.

Order does not lie.

Even if they don't live a very rich life, as long as there is food, this is enough, really, they are not very demanding.

"The climate now! ……”

Maita looked up at the sky, stood beside Chen Feng, reached out to hold his palm, and said slowly: "The grain harvest is very timely, and as you expected, the weather is getting colder and colder." ”

"Not only that, but I'm afraid that the land will not be suitable for cultivation in the coming year, and if this kind of weather happens often, it may be difficult for the seeds to survive."

Chen Feng nodded lightly and said with a solemn expression: "I know." ”

"The real catastrophe has struck, this blizzard is just the beginning, with this cold air, the surrounding environment will change, not only the beginning of spring, but it will take a year or even two for this land to recover, you know what that means?" Chen Feng's voice was a little vicissitudes.

Maita frowned slightly, and said slowly: "It means that our food supply will be cut off!" ”

"I always think that you can predict the prophet, if you hadn't hoarded so much food before, the order would have completely turned into a dead city!"

Speaking of this, Meta's eyes looking at Chen Feng were obviously a little different, as if they exuded some kind of essence, accompanied by reverence.

In fact, Meta took refuge in Chen Feng for a while, during which she had seen countless miracles created by Chen Feng, especially natural disasters like this, as if he could predict the foresight, often months or even a year before the disaster began.

Just like the blizzard in front of him, this heavy snow will affect the grain planting in the coming year, and as early as when the order was established, Chen Feng had already begun to focus on planting, and did not hesitate to invest a lot of manpower and material resources, almost in the attitude of a mad demon in the reserve of food, no one dared to suggest it in person, but behind it was indispensable to discuss, after all, the reserves of those grains were too large, how big was it? It's like a nest of ants, storing more than a dozen bags of rice alive and piling up like a hill of grain, which can give people a daunting feeling.

And now, the arrival of this blizzard has made everyone shut their mouths, not because they don't want to say it, but because they really can't say it.

Barren land, land without food, millions of people and mountains of food, the people who had complained before were unusual, they were lamenting that if there was no Chen Feng's arbitrariness, then order would have ushered in the largest and most terrifying catastrophe.

Chen Feng turned around and glanced at her, stretched out his hand to take Maita's delicate body into his arms, and said in a deep voice: "This is just a means to take precautions!" ”

Even though Meta has become his own woman, Chen Feng never thought of telling the other party about his rebirth, from a certain point of view, Chen Feng did not intend to reveal this to anyone, after all, this is too shocking, not only the human world, but even other dimensions cannot be explained.

"No matter when and where, you need to plan ahead."

"Unless I truly possess the power of the gods, I can't stop this blizzard at all!"

"Nature is mysterious!"

"If I don't have the ability to change the world, it's better to go with the flow."

As a half-elf, Maita has a natural insight into nature, she understands the horror of nature, she nodded lightly, and leaned her head on Chen Feng's shoulder. Said slowly: "Although you will not be able to enter that sacred realm in a short time, I firmly believe that one day you will fulfill this dream." ”

This is not only Meta's wish, but also the hope of all the people of order, and everyone who lives in this land knows where their safety and ultimate place of belonging come from.

Chen Feng took a deep breath when he heard this, and said in a deep voice: "I also believe it." ”

"As for the current situation, as long as there is food and a stable shelter, the residents will be fine, but it is time for our neighbors to suffer, after all, this is only the beginning of the cold snap, not the end."

Chen Feng stood under the eaves and looked at the sky, his eyes seemed to pass through the space and see more things.

It was a mysterious power, and there was the power he needed.

Only God can be truly free.

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