For a Prosperous World

In the eleventh year of the first emperor, a snow fell at the end of that year, a rare heavy snowfall.

The snow filled the heavens and the earth, as if everything had been dyed white.

Between the vast white snow, I can't see the scenery in the distance, I just hope that the snow is scattered, as if buried in Xianyang.

A snowflake fell on the snow on the eaves, as if it weighed on the last bit of weight. A corner of the eaves covered with snow, fell from the eaves, and fell into the snow pile on the ground.

The sound of stepping on the snow stopped in front of the door. Gu Nan stood under the eaves of Zhonglang Lingfu House, shaking off the white snow on the cloak, and turned to look at the snow falling in the air.

"Bee." It should be out of breath, a white mist spit out before the face armor, and was then scattered by the cold wind.

Turned into the palace.

The streets of Xianyang City are empty, there are few pedestrians, and there are no street vendors.

There have been few street vendors in the rest of the month. The heavy snow almost closed the road, and the road was difficult to travel.

A child in a house by the road pushed out the door and looked up to the sky, staring at the heavy snow, and then turned back to the house and said, "Daddy, it's still snowing outside."

A middle-aged man in a short shirt came out of the room, squatting down and hugging the child in front of the door. His chin reached his forehead, and his eyes looked sad at the sky with some redness.

With a heavy mouth, he said, "It will stop, it will stop soon ..."

The snow was intermittent, and it was already February. It was supposed to be the spring season, and the snow still didn't stop.

The farmland in the suburbs was buried in snow and could not be sown at all. If it continued like this, it would not be able to catch up with the autumn harvest this year, and it would be impossible to eat the remaining grain of the previous year for a year. I do n’t know how many people would starve to death.

A cottage on the edge of the field was shaking, it was the weight that could not support the snow on the roof. The house stood in the snow for a while, and made a moan of pressure, and finally fell dullly in the snow. .

The torches were burning in the room. Even so, the weather was still cold.

"Cough cough." There was a coughing voice in the room, and Li Si, leaning on a piece of fur, sat down at the table and wrote about the administrative soldiers.

He had discussed this with Gu Nan. He wanted to upload his Majesty as a new deal this year, and set aside one month for each young soldier, and give it to him. If he wishes, he can serve in the army for another year. Gong.

Military and military service Each young and strong family must serve for one month each year, and can receive workers and military personnel. If they can volunteer for annual service in various places, they can have a certain amount of money each month. In this way, even in Chu Di, Yan Di, Qi Di, where the land has not been divided, the people can be better.

A cold wind passed through the hall, and Liss' hand pressed against his mouth and coughed a few times.

The pen in his hand did not hold it, and fell to the side, the ink beads splashed on his robe.

Li Si took a deep breath and frowned, looking out the door: "Come."

A guard came in from the door, and bowed in front of Liz: "Prince."

"I ask you." Li Si's voice was weak, and he reached for the pen on the desk case: "Is it still snowing outside?"

The guard's expression showed a bit of distress, and he nodded: "Prince, still down."

This snow doesn't mean to stop at all.

"Really?" Li Si's eyes dropped, and he fell on the desk case, not knowing what he was thinking, and gave a heavy hand.

"I see. Go on."

"Yes." The guard saluted.

Only Li Si was sitting alone in the hall, holding the pen in his hand.

The nib trembled a little and did not fall on the bamboo slips.

He put down his pen and looked up outside the hall, not knowing who he was asking, "What is wrong with Cang, so why?"

The world is initially set for ten years, and Baiyue's chaos is five years.

Now that Baiyue is settled, Xiao'an in the world can settle the people's livelihood in just a few years, but it is such a snow-capped country that has never been encountered in a lifetime.

He really didn't understand it. He really didn't understand how many people had died in the world for a century of chaos. Qin Guo was the blood of several generations to determine the chaos, but it was such chaos and disasters that people could not live.

He really didn't understand why this world is so guilty.

Li Sidi's eyes were red, and he closed his eyes, but hit him with a punch on the desk case, sitting weakly there.

Is it really so difficult to find a prosperous world?

On the pavilion of the Lei Nian Palace, Zheng Zheng stood on the pavilion with his hands on his back. From here, you can see the scenery in Xianyang City. If usual, this snow scene is very beautiful.

Xun Zheng's appearance looked a little tired, there were snow-covered cities all over the middle of the country, and even the houses had been crushed. How to govern today has become a big problem. Watching the white snow falling from the air, he leaned on the railing, his hands fell into the white snow on the railing.

Behind him was a child in white, sitting at the desk reading a Jane.

He looked anxiously at his father who was standing by the railing, sneaked up to the table of Xun Zheng, picked up a book spread there, and looked at the content above.

He hoped to help his father, but after he read the contents of the text, he could only sit on the side with a bitter face.

A footstep came from one side, an **** came down with his head down.

Standing beside Yan Zheng, bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty, Zhonglang Ling asks for your opinion."

Xunzheng looked back at the eunuch, paused, and nodded, "Zhao."

"Yes." The **** bowed his head and pulled away, it was time for a tea to wait for him to go down.

A man in a white robe went up to the attic.

"Your Majesty." The white robe will stand next to Xun Zheng and worship.

"Mr. Gu is free."

When Gu Nan stood up, Wu Zheng asked: "Is there anything wrong with Mr. Gu?"

"Your Majesty." Gu Nan tilted her head slightly and looked out of the railing. "But are you worried about snow?"

Xu Zheng looked back at Gu Nan and nodded his head: "Yes."

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Gu Nan was silent for a moment, and she didn't know that the snowstorm came very suddenly. After a snowfall, she almost never stopped.

Sui Zheng laughed suddenly: "Some people say this is the responsibility of God."

"Sir, you said that there was something wrong with the widowhood and that the government was wrong?"

As he said, his hands clenched slowly against the railing, and the snow turned his palms red.

"Your Majesty," Gu Nan bowed her head, and said in a loud voice, "the minister may have a strategy for managing snow."

In the pavilion, Zhengzheng froze, turned around, and after a while, carefully asked: "Sir, haven't you deceived the lonely?"

Gu Nan looked up: "Your Majesty, the minister is afraid to speak rashly, but he may try."

"Mr. bluntly." Zheng Zheng solemnly looked at Gu Nan: "Widows can try."