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The group made their way into the mountains, the cold wind howling around them, cutting like knives against their faces. Fortunately, not long after entering the forest, they discovered a grove of dead trees, their branches weighed down by the heavy snow.
Lin Feng was the first to dismount, working alongside others to gather firewood, one branch after another. His hands were cut and frozen stiff, but he paid no mind. With the firewood collected, they finally managed to ignite a warm bonfire at their temporary camp. The villagers gathered around, their faces brightening with a hint of life.
With this, Tai Jun's concerns were mostly alleviated; they had food now, and all that was left was to reorganize the manpower to rebuild their homes. Without delay, Lin Feng hurried towards He Nei.
The situation in He Nei was even more dire. The snow disaster had triggered small avalanches, blocking many mountain paths completely and preventing any external rescue supplies from getting through. Lin Feng looked up at the towering peaks, their snow precariously settled, and made a decisive call: he needed to summon engineers immediately to clear the roads—there could be no delay!
He then packed some dry rations and set off on foot over the mountains, venturing deeper into the trapped villages. Each place he arrived at revealed villagers clad in rags and suffering from hunger. Lin Feng felt a deep sense of guilt as he distributed the dry rations among them, promising that relief supplies from the court would soon arrive in large quantities; they just needed to hold on a little longer.
The villagers looked at the weary yet determined Fourth Prince, and a spark of hope ignited within them. However, with the roads blocked and supplies unable to reach them, promises felt empty. Lin Feng was anxious; he whispered to his attendants as if trying to motivate himself: as a prince, if he could not provide real protection for his people at this moment, mere words would only chill their hearts—he could not let them down!
At that moment, the most urgent task was to race against time. He organized the villagers for self-help efforts, mobilizing young laborers to clear some of the snow from accessible paths while anxiously awaiting news from the engineers. He occasionally stood on tiptoe to look into the distance, murmuring to himself: why hadn’t the engineers arrived yet? Every moment wasted meant more suffering for his people.
Days passed before the engineering team finally trudged in with tools in tow, their rumbling breaking the eerie silence of the valley. Lin Feng's eyes lit up instantly as he shouted to them: at last, you’ve come! Hurry, let’s race against time; every moment we clear the path means one moment sooner for salvation!
He quickly grabbed a shovel and joined the road-clearing team. The cold wind sliced at his face; his hands and feet felt numb with cold. Each swing of the shovel seemed to drain all his strength. Some urged him to take a break, but he gritted his teeth and replied: what is this little hardship compared to what they are enduring? How could I stop?
Meanwhile, relief supplies from the court had long been prepared; they were just waiting for news that the roads were open.
The first batch of supplies, including food, blankets, and clothing, began to flow into the village the moment the road was cleared.
Watching the long convoy approach, Lin Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief. The exhaustion from days of hard work left his legs trembling and his back aching. He took a deep breath and said to those beside him, "It was worth it. As long as we can get through this ordeal, all our efforts will have meaning."
When the supplies were distributed, villagers gathered around him. The elderly held his hands tightly, tears streaming down their faces. "Fourth Prince," they said, "if it weren't for you, we wouldn't survive this harsh winter."
Lin Feng's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he grasped the old man's hand and replied, "I came too late; I’m sorry for the suffering you all endured."
He smiled to comfort everyone and stayed in the village for a few more days, helping to build temporary windbreaks, organizing reading sessions for the children, and teaching them simple methods to stay warm and safe from disasters.
Seeing that life in Minsheng Village was gradually improving brought him great comfort. While chatting with the villagers, he remarked, "Doing a little for everyone is still doing something; this is my responsibility."
Once everything settled down, he moved on to another disaster-stricken area, his figure gradually disappearing into the vast snowy landscape. Yet he left behind hope and warmth that took root in every villager's heart, spreading tales of the Fourth Prince's kindness far and wide.
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