It was strange. In Wu City, with temperatures at fifty degrees below zero, nobody got frostbite. Yet, in the slightly-above-zero southern temperatures, many did. Some areas oozed pus, others scabbed over, and on some, fresh wounds developed before the old ones had healed, yellowish fluid soaking their bodies.
This phenomenon was especially common among the huge migration troops that had just crossed the Sichuan border, affecting not just the ordinary people; even the permanent staff couldn't find a solution.
Those who could afford it wore hats to cover their ears and soaked their feet in hot water every day.
It only cost one Virtual Coin to boil a kettle of water.
So, the boiler and hot water trailer became the busiest place each day. People waiting in line would chat idly, gossip about recent events, and compare whose work benefits were better.
