In the eleventh year of the first emperor, there was a snowfall at the end of that year, a rare heavy snowfall. Vertex Novel Updates Fastest
The snow covered the sky and the earth, as if it had dyed everything white.
Among the vast white snow, I can't see the scenery in the distance clearly. I can only see that the flying snow has cleared up, as if Xianyang has been completely buried.
A snowflake fell on the snow on the eaves, as if it had put the last weight on it. The snow on the corner of the eaves sank, fell from the eaves, and fell into the snowdrifts on the ground.
The sound of stepping on the snow stopped in front of the door. Gu Nan stood under the eaves of Zhonglang Lingya's mansion, shook off the white snow on the cloak, and turned to look at the snowflakes falling in the air.
"Huh." It should have let out a breath, and a white mist condensed in front of the mask, and then it was blown away by the cold wind.
Turned around and walked into the Yafu.
The streets of Xianyang City are somewhat empty, with few pedestrians and no vendors.
There have been very few vendors for the rest of this month. The heavy snow almost blocked the road, making it difficult to walk on the road.
From a house by the roadside, a child opened the door and came out, looked up at the sky, stared at the heavy snow in a daze, then turned back to the house and said, "Father, it's still snowing outside."
A middle-aged man in a short shirt came out of the house, knelt down and hugged the child in front of the door. His chin touched his forehead, his eyes looked at the sky sadly, a little red.
He said heavily in his mouth: "It will stop, it will stop soon"
The snow was intermittent, and it had already fallen in February, which was supposed to be the beginning of spring, but the snow still didn't stop.
The plowed fields in the suburbs were buried by snow and it was impossible to sow seeds. If this continues, the autumn harvest will not be in time this year, and the food left over from the previous year will not be able to last for a year. I don’t know how many people will starve to death.
A thatched hut on the edge of the field shook a little, probably because it could no longer support the weight of the snow on the roof. The hut stood in the snow for a while, then let out a moan of pressure, and finally collapsed dully into the snow. .
The torches in the room were burning, but even so, the weather was still chillingly cold.
"Cough, cough, cough." There was a coughing sound from the middle of the room, and Li Si, wearing a fur coat, sat leaning over the table and wrote the matter of the administrative soldier's corvee.
He discussed this matter with Gu Nan, and originally planned to pass it on to His Majesty as a new policy this year, to stipulate that each household of young and strong soldiers will serve in the corvee for one month each year, and will be given a salary. wages.
Military service and corvee service Every young and strong household must serve for one month each year, and they can receive military pay. If they are voluntary, they can serve annual service in various places, and they can have a certain amount of money and food every month. In this way, even in places such as Chu, Yan, and Qi that have not yet been divided, the people can live better.
A gust of cold wind passed through the hall, Li Si put his hand to his mouth and coughed a few times.
He didn't hold the pen in his hand, and fell to the side, and the ink droplets splashed on his robe.
Li Si took a deep breath, frowned and looked outside the door: "Come on."
A guard came in from the door and bowed in front of Li Si: "Prime Minister."
"Let me ask you." Li Si's voice was a little weak, and he reached out to pick up the pen on the table: "Outside, is it still snowing?"
The guard's expression revealed a bit of bitterness, and he nodded: "Prime Minister, I'm still here."
The snow had no intention of stopping at all.
"Really?" Li Si's eyes lowered, he fell on the table and didn't know what he was thinking, and he waved his hands heavily.
"I see, let's go down."
"Yes." The guard bowed and retreated.
Only Li Si was left sitting alone in the hall, holding a pen in his hand.
The tip of the pen trembled slightly, but it didn't land on the bamboo slips for a long time.
He put down his pen, raised his head to look outside the hall, and asked who he was facing: "What is the sin of the common people, so that it is so?"
The world has only been set for ten years, but Baiyue has been in chaos for five years
Now that Baiyue is stable, the world is safe, and people's livelihood will be stable in a few years, but it is such a heavy snowfall that has never happened in a century.
He really didn't understand, really didn't understand, in a century of troubled times, how many people died in the world, and the Qin State was able to fix this troubled world with the blood of several generations, but it was so chaotic or disaster, people couldn't live.
He really doesn't understand why people in this world are so guilty, even God is like this.
Li Si's eyes were red and he closed them, but he punched the table and sat there powerlessly.
Is it really so difficult to seek a prosperous age
On the pavilion of Qinian Palace, Yingzheng stood with his hands behind his back. From here, he could see the scenery of Xianyang City. If it were usual, the snow scene would be very beautiful.
Yingzheng looked a little tired. There was heavy snow covering the city all over the country, and even the houses had been crushed. Now how to govern has become a big problem. Looking at the white snow falling from the sky, he held on to the railing, his hands sinking into the white snow on the railing.
Behind him sat a child in white, who was sitting at the desk and reading Jane.
He looked worriedly at his father who was standing by the railing, and sneaked up to Ying Zheng's desk, picked up a document spread there, and looked at the contents.
He hoped to help his father relieve his worries, but after he finished reading the contents of the book, he could only sit on the side with a bitter face.
There was a burst of footsteps from the side, and an eunuch walked up with his head down.
Standing beside Ying Zheng and lowering his head, he said, "Your Majesty, Zhong Lang ordered me to see you."
Ying Zheng looked back at the eunuch, paused, nodded and said, "Zhao."
"Yes." The eunuch bowed his head and withdrew, waiting for him to go down should be time for a cup of tea.
A man in a white robe walked up the pavilion.
"Your Majesty." The white robe stood beside Ying Zheng and bowed.
"Mr. Gu, excuse me."
When Gu Nan stood up, Ying Zheng asked, "What's the matter, Mr. Gu?"
"Your Majesty." Gu Nan turned his head slightly, and looked outside the railing: "What are you worried about?"
Ying Zheng turned his head to look at Gu Nan, and nodded: "Yes."
As he said that, he looked at Bai Xue who was about to bury Xianyang: "Sir, tell me, when will the snow stop?"
Gu Nan was silent for a while, she didn't know that this snow disaster came very suddenly, once it snowed, it almost never stopped.
Ying Zheng laughed suddenly and said, "Some people say it's God's fault."
"Sir, are you saying that the widow has made mistakes in his actions and made mistakes in his administration?"
As he spoke, his hands slowly clenched the railing, and the snow made his palms turn red from the cold.
"Your Majesty." Gu Nan lowered his head and said aloud, "I may have a plan to cure the snow."
In the pavilion, Ying Zheng was startled, turned around, and asked carefully after a while: "Sir, have you not lied to me?"
Gu Nan raised his head: "Your Majesty, I don't dare to speak nonsense, but you may give it a try."
"Sir, that's right." Ying Zheng looked at Gu Nan solemnly: "You can try it."