Ye Fu returned home and drank a large glass of ice water to suppress the heat in his body.
As long as she closed her eyes, she would see the man's hot body, like cooked meat.
There are thousands of ways to die in this world. How painful and torturous is it to die if your internal organs are cooked?
Ye Fu sighed, sat directly on the ground, and turned on the tower fan to blow on his back.
Jiang Run came back from chopping bamboo. When he saw Ye Fu, his eyes turned around her.
"Are you out?"
"There was a man suffering from heat stroke. I went over to take a look, but before I could save him, he was gone."
Jiang Run soaked the bamboo in the water, shook off the sand and soil on his body, and walked over slowly.
"It's too hot outside. If you can't stand it, don't go out."
"I know, Jiang Run, do you eat durian?"
Jiang Run looked at her with interest, but when Ye Fu took out the durian, he immediately retreated to the door.
"What's this?"
"Durian, it's delicious, Jiang Run, give it a try."
Jiang Run's face was full of resistance, and Ye Fu saw a trace of fear in his eyes, as if to say: Are you sure you can eat this?
Ye Fu opened the durian, and in an instant, the smell of durian filled every corner of the wooden house. Jiang Run, who was always expressionless, broke down at this moment. He seemed to be in great pain.
Ye Fu snickered to himself, deliberately teasing him.
"Jiang Run, let me feed you."
"No, Ye Fu, I'll chop some more bamboo and you can eat it yourself, but are you sure it's really fruit?"
Ye Fu...what is it if it's not a fruit?
"Are you sure you don't want to try it?"
"I'm sure." After saying that, Jiang Run closed the door as quickly as possible and left. Ye Fu didn't know whether to laugh or be angry.
After taking out the pulp, Ye Fu took out some ice and froze the durian for a while before taking it out to eat.
She thought it was delicious, glutinous and sweet.
However, Ye Fu didn't eat too much. The weather was too hot. Durian is a fruit with high calories. Eating too much may cause nosebleeds.
Half an hour later, Jiang Run came back. After smelling outside for a long time, he couldn't smell the smell of durian before he walked into the wooden house.
Ye Fu lay on the rocking chair and looked at him with a faint smile, "I thought you would never come back."
Jiang Run touched his ears and said, "Ye Fu, did you really eat it?"
"Come here." Ye Fu waved to him, Jiang Run slowly walked towards her, then squatted down and looked at her.
"Do you smell it? I smell like durian."
Jiang Jun nodded and shook his head, "I smell it, but you don't smell like this."
Ye Fu couldn't explain to him, but fortunately he closed his eyes and ignored him. The tower fan was still blowing cold wind, and Ye Fu lay there without any image.
In the next few days, there were several more cases of heat stroke. Only one child was saved and the others died.
Wan Tao was again banging on the stainless steel in the safe area in the middle of the night, loudly urging everyone not to go out during the day.
After a small storm, the temperature still rose from forty-eight degrees to forty-nine degrees.
The sun was so hot during the day that Jiang Run rarely went out. Ye Fu used photovoltaic panels to charge the battery. It used to take two days to fully charge, but now it can be fully charged in half a day.
After the temperature reaches more than 40 degrees, the growth of plants also slows down. The seeds that are sown are directly ripened by the sun, and even the trees in the safe zone are wilting.
The water tank in the space was quite empty, and Ye Fulu filled it up one after another. At night, she cut some honeysuckle and sent it to Qi Yuan and the others, and told them to store more water. Now every house has a cellar, and there is water.
Be sure to store water when the temperature is high. If the high temperature continues unabated, the pond will dry up sooner or later.
"Jiang Run, come quickly." Ye Fu opened the shed and saw that the chickens and ducks were all wilting, so he knew something was wrong.
"What's wrong?"
"These chickens and ducks probably won't be able to bear it anymore."
"Don't worry, I'll divert the water from the front yard and dig a puddle here."
Ye Fu went to see the goat again. The goat was in good condition, but the rabbit was really in danger. Rabbits are inherently fragile animals. Looking at more than a hundred big rabbits, Ye Fu didn't know how many of them he could save.
Wearing masks and gloves, the two began to dig a puddle. As soon as the water was brought over, the chickens and ducks all jumped into the puddle.
The two worked all night and finally rescued the chickens, ducks and goats.
Rabbits began to die one after another, and Ye Fu could only kill them all. If they were desert rabbits, they could withstand high temperatures, but it was a pity that these were just ordinary hares.
Other residents also experienced similar situations. Under the high temperature, humans, animals, and plants were all unable to bear it.
When the high temperature exceeded 50 degrees, Ye Fu felt that it was a little difficult to breathe. He always felt that the oxygen was thin.
It was not so painful even when it was more than 30 degrees below zero. Ye Fu tossed and turned, groaning in discomfort.
Jiang Run opened the bedroom door, looked at her for a long time, then came over and touched Ye Fu's forehead.
"I'm not sick or have a fever, I'm just hot."
Several tower fans were blowing around her, but it was still hot, and the wind was still hot.
Jiang Run suddenly stood up and lay down next to her, then hugged her tightly. Ye Fu felt very uncomfortable and wanted to push him away, but when he touched his body that was as cold as ice, Ye Fu pressed directly against him.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Um."
"Then go to sleep." He patted her shoulder as if coaxing a child.
Ye Fu fell asleep without realizing it. Every day after that, Ye Fu relied on Jiang Run, the human air conditioner, to cool her down.
A few more old people died in the safe zone. Everyone's heart was heavy. Everyone thought of themselves. Maybe they would die quietly one night.
The pain of high temperature is the same as the pain of hunger. It makes people flustered, irritable, and want to vent, but there is no way to do so.
The high temperature is scorching from the inside out, as if being locked in a steamer.
Hunger is like having a thousand needles piercing your stomach and twisting it tightly with a hemp rope.
"Jiang Run, do you think the temperature will rise again?"
Jiang Run was silent for a long time, "Yes."
Ye Fu didn't expect Jiang Run's crow's mouth to be so clever. The next day, the temperature rose to fifty-two degrees, breaking the historical record.
Even though a shed was built, the water outside the yard began to heat up, and the fish in the water died one after another.
There was no more bird in the sky. Ye Fu was sitting in front of the window, wearing a suspender belt and looking out blankly. She was too hot. If she was the only one at home, she would choose to be naked.
That night, Ye Fu poured some Huoxiang Zhengqi water into the bottle and asked Jiang Run to take it to Officer Song and others, mainly Wenwen, An An, and Chengcheng. The children must have suffered.
When Jiang Run came back, Ye Fu looked at him with eager eyes.
"I gave it to them, and they are all doing well. Every family has a lot of water stored, and there is a lot of food in the cellar."
Ye Fu nodded, "Come here quickly, my air conditioner, I can't sleep without you."
Jiang Run looked at her funny, but his body was honest and he walked towards her without hesitation.
This chapter has been completed!