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The last stop was Guangyuan. Upon arrival, the situation here was much better, as the County Magistrate had acted promptly, and food and clothing supplies had been delivered. The people began to rebuild their homes.
With one batch after another of relief supplies arriving in Taiyuan, He Nei, and Guangyuan counties, the survivors looked at the towering piles of food, warm clothing, and new building materials, their eyes igniting with hope. Lin Feng did not show any signs of slackening; instead, he threw himself wholeheartedly into the tense yet orderly construction of homes.
In Guangyuan, he gathered all the local craftsmen and young laborers. The crowd assembled in an open area, and Lin Feng spoke loudly: "Dear villagers, we must rely on our own hands to build our homes with these materials!" He urged the skilled masters to guide the younger generation, emphasizing that with united efforts, they would surely restore Taiyuan to its former vitality.
After speaking, he took the lead by hoisting a thick beam and striding toward a pile of rubble. The villagers were inspired and quickly followed suit. In no time, the sounds of hammering and sawing intertwined, creating a stirring symphony of construction.
The women were not idle either; they used the relief fabric to sew new clothes and make thick quilts. The children helped nearby, passing water and tools with serious expressions on their little faces. Lin Feng moved between various locations, noticing young people struggling with their building techniques. He would stop to correct their actions or assist in lifting materials.
When faced with tricky problems, he gathered with the craftsmen to discuss solutions, meticulously considering every detail from house structures to drainage systems without any negligence. Gradually, using the bricks and tiles that had been brought in, the outlines of new houses began to emerge.
Some skilled artisans even carved auspicious patterns on eaves and windows, adding warmth and anticipation to the post-disaster reconstruction. Watching the three counties slowly revive, Lin Feng felt exhausted yet wore a satisfied smile on his face; they had won a crucial battle against nature's calamities.
After a brief rest, he organized his notes and set off at a swift pace back to the imperial city to report to the emperor. Entering the imperial study, he saw his father deeply engrossed in a pile of memorials. He knelt down respectfully and announced loudly: "Father Emperor, I have come to report on the disaster relief details for Jiangcheng, Taiyuan, He Nei, Guangyuan, and other counties."
The emperor set aside his red brush and nodded slightly: "Rise and speak in detail."
Lin Feng stood up, his expression serious yet somewhat relieved: "Father Emperor, upon my arrival in Jiangcheng, I found that the severity of the snow disaster far exceeded expectations. The people were displaced and suffering from hunger and cold. With food supplies cut off and houses collapsed, it was heartbreaking to witness children starving."
Taking a deep breath, he continued: "I immediately organized personnel to gather firewood for warmth. Fortunately, subsequent relief supplies arrived in time to stabilize the situation."
The emperor furrowed his brow slightly and sighed softly, signaling him to continue.
In the depths of winter, heavy snow blocked the mountains, making it difficult to transport supplies. Your son decisively dispatched troops to clear the roads, while the Brave Soldiers worked hand in hand with the villagers to build levees and prevent further disasters. New houses in the village began to take shape. Lin Feng spoke clearly and eloquently.
At this point, Lin Feng paused slightly before continuing: Your son believed that despite the challenges faced during this disaster relief effort, everyone had worked together with great determination, yielding significant results. Local officials, the Brave Soldiers, and the villagers joined forces to transport supplies, clear paths through the mountains, build houses, and cultivate land without any slackening of effort.
However, several issues were also exposed, such as initial delays in resource allocation and occasional lapses in information transmission. Lin Feng hoped that His Majesty would instruct the relevant departments to investigate and rectify these matters.
The Emperor listened intently, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face: "My son, your efforts in this disaster relief have shown both courage and wisdom; you have not disappointed my expectations. As for the issues you mentioned, I will ensure that they are thoroughly investigated."
"You have worked hard on this journey; return home and rest. In the future, I will need your diligence in court matters."
Lin Feng knelt again in gratitude: " Your son is willing to share His Majesty's burdens and will do everything possible for National Stability and Li Minxing."
Having said this, he respectfully withdrew, leaving the Emperor gazing at his departing figure, deep in thought. The various aspects of this disaster relief had planted a seed of reform in the Emperor's heart.
After Lin Feng returned home in a state of anxious urgency. As soon as he stepped through the door, the familiar scent of sandalwood wafted around him. In the past, this aroma would instantly relax him; however, at this moment, with his mind filled with concerns about matters at home, his steps quickened.
Xia Qingyu was arranging flowers in the main hall when she heard the sound of his arrival. Lifting her gaze and seeing Lin Feng, her eyes sparkled with joy as she hurried towards him.
"My husband!"
Lin Feng grasped her hand tightly and pulled her down onto the couch beside him. Before Xia Qingyu could speak, he eagerly asked: "Wife, I have been away for over a month assisting with disaster relief; has everything at home been well? You haven't encountered any difficulties?"
Xia Qingyu smiled gently and patted his hand reassuringly: "Do not worry, my husband; everything is fine at home."
She paused for a moment before continuing: "During this time, I couldn't help but think of you. I wondered if you had a place to shield you from wind and rain while working on disaster relief. It must be difficult out there; please take care not to overexert yourself."
Hearing her words warmed Lin Feng's heart but also filled him with guilt: "I have neglected you and caused you worry."
This disaster relief effort was far more challenging than anticipated due to the severity of the snowstorm. The villagers suffered greatly; when I first arrived in Jiangcheng, all I saw were broken walls and ruins. The villagers lacked clothing and food; children cried out from hunger—my heart ached for them.
Xia Qingyu's eyes glistened with tears as she softly chided him: "You are doing good deeds; how could I hold you back? But if such events occur again in the future, you must take care of yourself as well. Your safety ensures our family's stability."
With that said, she got up to instruct the kitchen to prepare some hot soup to help warm Lin Feng.
Once Xia Qingyu left, Lin Feng looked around; their home was arranged just as it always had been—neat and cozy.
Before long, hot soup was served at the table, filling the room with a rich aroma.
Xia Qingyu ladled a bowl and handed it to Lin Feng: "Drink it while it's hot; I've added several warming herbs to this soup. It will help dispel any chill from your body."
Lin Feng took it from her hands and slowly sipped spoonfuls of soup. Warmth spread from his throat throughout his limbs.
The exhaustion from disaster relief seemed to melt away a little with the warm soup, and the warmth of home felt all the more precious at this moment.
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