My brother entrusted his child to me, and I livestreamed raising the baby, making the Empress cry wi

All he could do was to pass on more books on disaster prevention and relief before the disaster struck, so that they could learn how to prevent and respond to emergencies.

For example, reinforcing river embankments in advance, dredging silt from river channels, building shelters on open high ground, and stockpiling emergency food and clean water sources...

These are not projects that can be completed overnight, but starting preparations in advance will always give you more confidence when disaster strikes.

It also includes basic wound care and disease prevention knowledge, etc.

Wounds soaked in floodwaters can be fatally infected if not treated properly, and major floods are often followed by major epidemics—a cruel pattern that has repeatedly occurred throughout history.

Send more supplies over, such as food, medicine, clothing, bedding, tents, etc., as much as you can.

As for the rest, all we can do is try our best and leave the rest to fate.

I'll go to the library and get some books on this topic when the weather gets better.

They work on things like ancient water conservancy projects, post-disaster epidemic prevention, and responses to natural disasters such as earthquakes, floods, and typhoons.

The experience of Li Bing and his son in building the Dujiangyan Irrigation System, the wisdom of Zhang Zhongjing in writing "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases," as well as the wisdom of many ancient Chinese people and modern scientific theories, are all worth passing on to Da Yan.

After all, disasters don't give advance notice, so the Great Flame People need to be prepared in advance. It's always better to be prepared than to try to fix things after they've been done.

With a sigh, Lin Ye withdrew his gaze.

But they found that Xiao Douzi's attention was no longer on the TV.

On TV, Pleasant Goat is using a frying pan to knock Big Bad Wolf away. Big Bad Wolf turns into a point of light and disappears into the sky, while a small star effect explodes above the screen.

The light from the screen reflected off the sofa and coffee table, shifting colors and enveloping the entire living room in a light, pulsating warm glow.

The signature line, "I'll be back," has already started playing, accompanied by a funny animated sound effect.

Normally, Xiao Douzi would giggle when she saw this, and sometimes she would even repeat it in the tone of Grey Wolf, making herself laugh so hard she almost fell over.

But this time she didn't laugh.

Little Douzi knelt on the sofa, her small body straight, her hands supporting her chin, her elbows resting on the back of the sofa, her eyes fixed on the window.

The colored light from the television screen reflected on her face, flickering and changing, but her eyes never left the direction of the window.

Lin Ye saw the worry on her small face, her brows slightly furrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

So I put down the tablet, took off my headphones, leaned over and whispered, "Little Douzi, what's wrong?"

Little Douzi's gaze fell on the snowmen of various sizes in the yard.

They were being washed by increasingly heavy snow, with snowflakes falling densely, hitting the snowmen's round bodies, their hats, scarves, and various colorful decorations.

The snowflakes hitting the snowman made little sound, but you could see the snowman's outline gradually becoming blurred, as if someone were slowly and continuously rubbing its outline with a giant eraser.

The red woolen hat on the snowman's head was covered by snow so thick that the color of the hat could not be seen. The top of the hat was covered with a thick layer of white snow, making it look like he was wearing a white hat.

The pink bow pinned to the edge of the little snowman's hat was only partially visible, and the little animals were almost completely buried in the snow.

The little ducks, kittens, and snow leopards that used to follow the snowman... have all disappeared from sight.

They used to be so vibrant, forming neat circles, but now they don't even count as a single snowdrift.

The snow-covered ground was a smooth expanse of white, with only faint undulations hinting that something had once been beneath it.

As Xiao Douzi watched the snowman being slowly swallowed by the snow, the light in his eyes dimmed, and his fingers unconsciously dug at the fabric on the back of the sofa, his fingertips turning slightly white from the force.

Hearing the question, she turned to look at Lin Ye, tilting her head back sadly, and said, "Godfather, the snowman is going to be buried by the snow..."

The voice was soft, with a slight nasal tone.

"They've only just been built...they haven't even had enough of the view yet..."

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, and her head drooped down.

Lin Ye did not answer immediately.

Looking at Xiaodouzi's slightly reddened eyes, he felt a pang in his heart, as if a pair of tiny hands were gently tugging at something.

It doesn't hurt, but I feel a dull, uncomfortable sadness.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Ye picked up his phone from the coffee table.

The light from the phone illuminated the man's focused and serious expression as he quickly typed a few lines on the screen and sent a message.

The message notification sounded softly, then faded into the ending theme of the animated TV show.

Then he put the phone back, turned back to Xiaodouzi, put his arms around her shoulders, and gently turned her so that she was facing the window again.

His large, slender hands enveloped her small shoulders, and through her velvety pajamas, he could feel the warmth of her shoulders.

Lin Ye lowered his head and leaned close to her ear, speaking gently but firmly, "Don't worry about Xiao Douzi, look!"

Little Douzi turned her head and looked in the direction he was pointing.

Before long, several people, completely covered up, suddenly appeared in the snow-white world.

They came out from a door on the side of the villa, wearing thick down jackets, hats, and masks that covered their faces, leaving only their eyes visible.

The snow from last night, combined with the recent snowfall, had accumulated to the thickness of an adult's palm. With each step they took, they flattened the deep snow, making a "crunch, crunch" sound.

They were carrying a huge parasol.

That umbrella was the one Lin Ye used in the yard during the summer. The umbrella surface was made of off-white waterproof fabric, with a dark brown tassel trim around the edge.

The base was heavy, made from a single piece of polished marble. They wore non-slip snow boots and used special carrying straps to support the base.

Two people in front carried the umbrella handle, and one person behind held the umbrella canopy. The three of them walked carefully in the snow, but each step was steady and firm.

The messy footprints gradually left a string of small pits on the vast expanse of white snow, but were quickly filled with most of them by the newly fallen snow.

The edges of the small pits gradually blurred and became shallower, quickly turning into faint indentations, like a series of brief marks on the snow, which were then wiped away by the fresh snow.

They carried the umbrella next to the snowman, with one of them taking the lead.

"A little more to the left—yes, right there." His voice was somewhat muffled by the mask and the wind and snow, but it was still audible.

The other two adjusted the angle according to his gestures, moved in small steps, and then worked together to firmly place the umbrella next to the snowman.

The base landed on the snow with a dull thud and sank to the bottom.

Then the group suddenly opened the off-white umbrella with a "whoosh," like a giant flower suddenly blooming in the snow.