Since Qinggang City lay in a tropical monsoon climate and had never had to deal with severe cold, there were barely any Cold Resistance Supplies in the Qinggang Shelter's Resource Warehouse.
The few supplies they did have had suffered some damage during their long storage and were basically unusable.
That said.
For residents living underground, the current low temperatures were not as severe as one might imagine.
Although the surface temperature was plummeting, the underground area naturally retained heat through the soil, so the temperature remained between fifteen and twenty degrees Celsius. Even heating assistance was unnecessary.
The only ones suffering were the wanderers who had joined the shelter earlier, along with some residents working in the new city.
They were directly affected by the temperature drop.
The biting cold wind poured straight through the gaps in their thin autumn clothes, scraping harshly across their skin like a Steel Blade.
The drifting cold rain seemed to strike only the surfaces of the buildings, but the chill that seeped through rushed straight inside.
Those with barely adequate constitutions could stay in their rooms and tough it out, but those in poorer health had already fallen ill in bed.
After several days, fevers had begun spreading throughout the new city.
Tang En had arranged for the medical department to urgently deliver some medicine, in case a large-scale plague broke out.
But he knew perfectly well that this was merely treating the symptoms, not the root cause.
As long as the temperature did not recover, and as long as the cooling showed no sign of stopping, the tens of thousands of wanderers and residents working on the surface would urgently need a batch of supplies to survive the winter.
Of course, given the Qinggang Shelter's foundation.
Under normal circumstances, producing supplies for nearly