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

Liu Dabiao felt as if all the blood in his body had suddenly stopped flowing. His hands and feet instantly turned ice-cold, and his lips trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to say something, but his teeth chattered together, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

A soldier behind him fell to the ground with a thud. Rain poured in through the gap in the curtain, soaking his head and face, but he didn't react. He just stared blankly at the gap.

"How could a house fall from the sky?!" someone shouted, their voice cracking halfway through the shout.

"Heaven... Heavenly Palace... Could this be the Heavenly Palace...?" someone murmured, the voice seeming to be squeezed from deep within their throat, thin and trembling. It was as if they were asking themselves, or perhaps seeking a negative answer.

Liu Dabiao's mind was buzzing as he recalled his earlier nonsensical taunts. Those words replayed in his head, one after another.

A chill rose from his tailbone, crawled down his spine to the back of his head, and made his scalp tingle.

This Lin Ye...

Lin Ye is truly a god!

He offended a deity!

The thought was like a red-hot iron needle, piercing his brain and causing him to gasp in pain.

Lin Ye, standing on the training ground, paid no attention to those who were hiding in the shadows and watching.

He looked at the eight neatly arranged mobile homes and nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he opened the system backpack on his phone, clicked on the item transfer station, and the disaster relief supplies that Zhou Ran had prepared in the warehouse were displayed as icons on the screen. The current quantity was displayed in the lower right corner, and it changed from time to time, indicating that the warehouse was still receiving a steady stream of supplies.

Sportswear, raincoat, life jacket, rain boots.

He entered 8,800 for each item and then transferred them into the eight house modules.

Then, facing the soldiers below, he calmly said, "I have placed clothes and equipment in the room. Go in and change now. One team, go into one room. After you're changed, come out and wait for orders."

He's live streaming now, so he doesn't need to be very loud; the canopy can carry his voice throughout the entire training ground, and even the entire Great Flame.

Although the soldiers were full of doubts, they did not hesitate at all. They formed neat rows and marched toward the huge houses.

The person at the very front was walking with a slightly unsteady gait, as if they were treading on clouds.

He walked to the smooth wall and faced something that looked like a door. In the middle was a round, spherical protrusion. He carefully reached out and touched it. The spherical object was cool and smooth, like a polished stone. He pushed it gently, but the door did not budge.

The soldiers behind him also stopped, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Lin Ye saw the soldiers hesitating outside the door from afar, and after a moment of confusion, he suddenly realized that the doors of this house all had spherical locks, which these ancient people would not know how to use.

So he spoke slowly, making sure every word was heard and understood: "Grip the spherical lock on the door with one hand, rotate it clockwise and then push it inward."

The soldiers who had been somewhat embarrassed in front of the door breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Lin Ye's unhurried voice. They hurriedly followed his instructions, placing one hand on the ball in the middle of the door, turning it clockwise, and pushing it open. Sure enough, the door opened with a click.

The interior was very spacious, with silver-white walls and ceilings gleaming softly under the pale white overhead lights. The light was not glaring, but it illuminated the entire room. There was a faint, indescribable sense of cleanliness in the air.

Countless clothes were piled up in the middle, each package neatly folded.

The soldiers filed in and silently removed their armor.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the clanging of the cold, heavy armor being removed and placed on the ground, and the sound of soldiers letting out a long sigh of relief after unloading their burdens.

They then picked up the clothes wrapped in a transparent material from the ground. The material made a soft rustling sound when touched, and they didn't know what it was made of.

The soldiers fumbled and unpacked the clothes, revealing soft, dry tracksuits inside. They were all dark-colored, with simple designs and no unnecessary decorations. The fabric felt soft to the touch, like touching a dry cloud against their rough palms.

Although it was their first time wearing them, the garments were not complicated in design. Tianmu had seen Lord Lin and his men wear similar ones before, so the soldiers were generally able to figure out how to put them on. A few who didn't quite understand were able to put them on with the help of their companions.

The life jackets and raincoats were packaged with illustrations and instructions. The literate soldiers roughly recognized them, and although they didn't recognize many of the simplified Chinese characters, they could basically understand what they were for by guessing and with the help of the illustrations.

The moment the dry fabric touched my skin, a warmth seeped in, like a warm river flowing slowly from my chest to my limbs, gradually dispelling the chill that had been lingering in my bones.

Some soldiers buried their faces in their clothes, took a deep breath, and their eyes welled up with tears.

They have suffered before; in the past in the North, they had to travel for days on end and patrol the border on snowy nights... none of these were as difficult as they are today.

But no one had ever prepared dry clothes, rain boots, and these amazing life jackets and raincoats that they had never seen before, like Lord Lin.

After reading the diagrams and descriptions, they already knew that these were to prevent them from sinking in the water and to be worn to protect them from the rain.

Lord Lin has considered everything for them in every aspect.

A young soldier's fingers were trembling as he zipped up his jacket. An older soldier next to him couldn't bear to watch, so he reached out and helped him straighten his clothes, saying in a hoarse voice, "Don't dawdle, Lord Lin is still waiting outside."

The old soldier's hands were rough, but his movements were gentle. He straightened the young soldier's collar and patted him on the shoulder. The young soldier nodded, then lowered his head, tears falling to the ground and mingling with the remaining rainwater, indistinguishable from each other.

Everyone dressed silently, piece by piece, their movements becoming increasingly practiced. The air was filled with the unique scent of dry fabric, warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the damp chill outside.

They didn't know what these clothes were called, how the life jackets kept them from sinking, or what the raincoats were made of.

But they know that with these, not only is their life more secure, but they can also move around much more easily and comfortably.

Listening to the rain outside now, it's still noisy, but it feels like there's a warm barrier between us, and I don't feel cold anymore.

Liu Dabiao and the others couldn't see what Lin Ye was doing on his phone. They only saw squads of soldiers entering the silver-white houses, and after a while, no one came out.

"They're changing their equipment? What equipment? Aren't they wearing armor...?" A trembling voice came from behind Liu Dabiao.

No one answered, because they didn't know either.

The group huddled behind the door, even their breathing became soft, feeling as if the silence was a rope tightening, making their chests feel suffocated.

All they saw were the eight enormous buildings standing quietly in the center of the drill ground, while the eight thousand soldiers who remained were walking in one group after another.

The doors of the houses opened and closed, letting in a bright white light, making them look like fairy grottoes in the gloomy, rainy weather.