"It's so heartbreaking to see. The driver looks like he's in his thirties. If the person says he's gone, he's gone. If the family knows, they won't cry and faint!"

Fan Lingling looked at the TV with regretful tone.

Is it heartbreaking?

If it weren't for his rebirth, it wouldn't be this person who died, but another innocent little girl. The driver, who was hit and ran away, was free from justice, had nothing absolute in this world. His death was just to repay the sins he committed in his previous life.

Because of this news, Zhang Yiming's appetite became very poor. He barely swallowed the remaining half bowl of rice with wax, and then went back to the room.

Zhang Yiming slept very early, after all, it was very tiring this day.

"Boy's dad, get up quickly. Why is the snow so heavy? Our warehouse is buried!"

Hearing the sound of the outer room, Zhang Yiming sat up.

As expected, it was exactly the same as in my memory. The heavy snow buried his warehouse in it.

Although the snow has stopped, the north wind has blew, and the strong wind has blew the snowflakes all over the sky, and even deformed the entire snow pile.

"Oh my god, the windows can't be opened!"

After all, I have never seen such a heavy snow in my life, and Fan Lingling's tone was shocked and excited.

Zhang Heshan looked at the tarpaulin set up on Yuda and looked at his son's room thoughtfully.

Of course, this heavy snow blocked the doors of countless families. Because Zhang Yiming made preparations in advance, Zhang Heshan pushed open the door and directly pushed the tarpaulin twice with a mop. The snow on the tarpaulin fell to the ground like an avalanche.

Zhang Heshan shoveled the snow aside with a shovel, pushed open the door, and found that there was no one outside, and 80% of them were blocked by the snow.

"dad!"

Zhang Yiming put on his clothes, put on a hat and gloves, and walked out of the house.

"Follow me to see your old uncle Wang's house."

Zhang Heshan picked up another shovel and handed it to Zhang Yiming. The father and the two of them shoveled out a path with shovels along the way.

As expected, Mr. Wang and his wife were indeed blocked in the house. Zhang Yiming and Mr. Zhang Heshan both swung their arms and took more than ten minutes to clean up the snow at the door of Mr. Wang and his wife's wife's house.

Mr. Wang and his wife are five-guarantee households, with no children. Zhang Heshan and Fan Lingling often take care of these two elderly people. Sometimes they will bring a bowl of delicious food at home, and they will buy some things for the New Year and the Festival. At this time, they saw Zhang Heshan and his son coming to help shovel snow early in the morning. Mr. Wang's wife's eyes were red, and she insisted on giving Zhang Yiming a handful of ice-clamped sweet potato dried potatoes.

After leaving the house of Mr. Wang and his wife, Zhang Yiming followed Zhang Heshan to several families.

Otherwise, it feels good to live in an alley. The relationship between the east and west courtyards and neighbors is very good. When you meet, you will go to each other if you have something to do. Unlike in a big city, living in a high-rise building, people's feelings become as cold as steel and concrete. Even if you live in the opposite door, you may not even say hello when you meet.

At first, Zhang Heshan and his grandfather took shovels to help shovel the snow. Later, more and more people joined the ranks. The two alleys next to Zhang Yiming's family were as lively as the New Year. Everyone was talking and laughing, and children also ran out to build snowmen and play snowball fights. The snow disaster that caused the entire Tongyuan County to be troubled in their previous lives seemed to have caused no trouble here.

By ten o'clock, the snow at the doorsteps of everyone in the alley had been cleaned up, and strange snowmen after strange and grinning in the yards of each house.

Because of this heavy snow, Fan Lingling rarely didn't leave a stall.

After lunch, all three sat in the living room.

Fan Lingling sat on the side knitting sweaters, Zhang Heshan was sitting on a chair reading newspapers, and Zhang Yiming was sitting in the corner reading "Contemporary Youth". The room was quiet, with only the rustling sound of sweater needles rubbing against each other and the sound of flipping pages and newspapers.

Zhang Heshan occasionally raised his head and looked at Zhang Yiming.

There was obviously no sign of a blizzard, so why was Zhang Yiming so sure that he could even tell that the snow would be so heavy that it blocked the door of the house.

He has lived for more than thirty years, and has never seen or heard of such heavy snow, so it is even more impossible for Zhang Yiming to do so.

But Zhang Heshan couldn't think of it anyway, because he could never have thought that his son was born again.

Of course, Zhang Yiming could feel his father's look, but he was not worried. He could explain to his father as he said to Li Zhenting, and based on his understanding of his father, his father would not ask.

Tongyuan County dispatched all the snow shovels, sanitation workers, and even the employees of some enterprises and institutions, and soldiers from the army participated in the army for road cleaning. Even so, it was not until after five o'clock that that night that the main transportation routes in Tongyuan County were initially restored. Zhang Yiming found an excuse and slipped to the guesthouse again.

For Li Zhenting, who had personally experienced this huge snow disaster, Zhang Yiming was completely deified in his eyes.

"Xiao Ming, why are you here to do if it's snowing so heavily?"

"I brought some dumplings to Brother Li and taste my mother's skills."

Zhang Yiming took out a plastic bag from his clothes, and covered it with cotton gloves. As soon as he took off the gloves, the dumplings inside were exposed.

"What kind of stuffing is this? It's so delicious!"

Li Zhenting is from the south and doesn’t eat much dumplings. Moreover, the filling of dumplings in the south is very different from that in the north. After taking a bite of the dumplings brought by Zhang Yiming, he immediately felt a fragrance spreading in his mouth.

"Pork, sauerkraut, and a pork mackerel."

Zhang Yiming did not waste any time. After handing the dumplings to Li Zhenting, he began to sit down and assemble the Han display.

His goal is to assemble 197 Chinese displays by tonight.

"Marinated pork? Can these two things be wrapped together?"

When Li Zhenting heard about it for the first time, he took another bite while saying it. It tasted really fragrant.

"Of course, mackerel is a specialty of Tongyuan County. Not to mention making dumplings, making sausages, and making pies are made of mackerel."

As he spoke, the dozen or so big dumplings brought by Zhang Yiming entered Li Zhenting's stomach. Li Zhenting leaned against the head of the bed, looking satisfied.

"Okay, Brother Li, the 197 Han TV displays have been assembled. You can contact Baicheng Taxi Company tomorrow to ship the goods!"

Zhang Yiming stretched out his arm and said.

“Assembled?”

"Well, I'll pack these assembled Hanxian later, and just find someone to send them to the long-distance bus station tomorrow."

Zhang Yiming was very fast. In less than ten minutes, all the Han TVs were packed. Zhang Yiming sealed the box with tape he prepared in advance, and finally got it done.

"Xiaoming, Brother Li, I really admire you. It's really a blessing for you to meet and cooperate with you guys!"
Chapter completed!