In the eleventh year of the First Emperor, there was a snow at the end of that year, a rare heavy snowfall.

Snow spread all over the heavens and the earth, as if everything was dyed white.

Between the vast white snow, I can't see the scenery in the distance, and I can only see that the snow is gone, as if Xianyang is buried.

A snowflake fell on the snow on the eaves, as if to weigh on the last bit of weight, and a corner of the eaves sank, fell from the eaves, and fell into the snowdrift on the ground.

A 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 snow on his cloak, and turned his head to look at the snow flakes falling in the air.

"Whew." It should have taken a breath, and a burst of white mist condensed in front of the mask, and then dispersed by the cold wind.

He 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 more than a month. Heavy snow almost blocked the roads, making it difficult to walk on the roads.

A child in a house on the side of the road pushed the door and walked out, looked up at the sky, stared at the snow in a daze, 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 house, squatted down and hugged the child in front of the door into his arms. His chin rested against his forehead, and his eyes looked at the sky sadly, a little red.

He said in a deep voice: "It will stop, it will stop soon······"

The snow was intermittent, it had fallen into February, and it was supposed to be the beginning of spring, but the snow still did not stop.

If the fields on the outskirts are buried with snow and cannot be sown, this year's autumn harvest will not be able to catch up, and the remaining grain from the previous year will not be able to eat for a year, and I don't know how many people will starve to death.

One of the thatched huts at the edge of the field was a little shaky, and it could no longer hold the weight of the snow on the roof, and it stood in the snow for a while, let out a crushing groan, and finally collapsed in the snow in a dull state.

The torches in the room were burning, and even so, the weather was still chilling.

"Ahem, ahem." There was a coughing sound in the middle of the room, and Lees sat down at the desk with a fur over it, writing about the administrative soldiers.

He discussed this matter with Gu Nan, and originally wanted to upload it to His Majesty this year as a new policy, and set each household of young and strong soldiers to serve for one month each year, and give a salary.

Military service and conscription are required for one month of service per year, and they can receive a salary for workers, and if they are voluntary, they can serve in various places for annual service, and they can have a certain amount of money and food every month. In this way, even in the places where the fields have not yet been divided, such as Chudi, Yandi, and Qidi, the people can be better.

A gust of cold wind passed through the hall, and Li Si's hand pressed to his mouth and coughed a few times.

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

Li Si took a deep breath and looked out the door with a frown: "Someone." ”

A guard walked in from outside the door and bowed down in front of Li Si: "Prime Minister." ”

"I ask you." Li Si's voice was a little weak, and he reached out and picked up the pen on the table: "Outside, is it still snowing?" ”

The guard's expression showed a hint of bitterness, and he nodded: "Prime Minister, it's still down." ”

The snow has no intention of stopping.

"Really?" Li Si's gaze drooped, and he fell on the table, not knowing what he was thinking, and waved his hand heavily.

"I see, let's go down."

"Yes." The guards saluted and retreated.

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

The tip of the pen trembled slightly, and it did not fall on the bamboo slip for a long time.

He put down his pen, raised his head and looked out of the hall, not knowing who to ask, "What is the sin of the common people, so that it is like this?" ”

The world was initially set for only ten years, and Baiyue was in chaos for five years

Now that Baiyue has been determined, the world is small, and the people's livelihood can be stabilized in just a few years, but it is such a once-in-a-century heavy snow covering the country.

He really doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand, in a hundred years of troubled times, how many people have died in the world, and the Qin State has been determined by the blood of several generations in this troubled world, but it is such a chaos or disaster, so that people cannot live.

He really didn't understand what sins there were in this world, even in God.

Li Sidi's eyes were red, and he closed his eyes, but he slammed his fist on the table and sat there weakly.

Is it really so difficult to ask for a prosperous world?

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On the pavilion of the Qi Nian Palace, Ying Zheng stands on the pavilion with his hands behind his back, from here you can see the scenery in Xianyang City, if it is usual, this snow scene is very beautiful.

Ying Zheng looked a little tired, and there was heavy snow covering the city all over the country, and even the houses had been crushed. Nowadays, how to govern has become a big problem. Looking at the snow falling from the sky, he held on to the railing and sank his hands into the snow on the railing.

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

He looked worriedly at his father who was standing by the railing, and secretly walked to Yingzheng's table, picked up a book spread there, and looked at the contents on it.

He hoped to help his father share his worries, but after he finished reading the content of the book, he could only sit aside with a bitter face.

There was a burst of footsteps from the side, and a eunuch walked up with his head down.

Standing beside Ying Zheng, he bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty, Zhonglang Ling asks to see you." ”

Ying Zheng turned his head to look at the eunuch, paused, nodded and said, "Summon." ”

"Yes." The eunuch bowed his head and withdrew, waiting for him to go down should be a cup of tea.

A man in a white robe walked up to the pavilion.

"Your Majesty." The white-robed man will stand beside Yingzheng and bow.

"Mr. Gu, excuse me."

When Gu Nan stood up, Ying Zheng asked, "Is there something wrong with Mr. Gu?" ”

"Your Majesty." Gu Nan turned his head slightly and looked out of the railing: "But what are you worried about?" ”

Ying Zheng turned his head to look at Gu Nan and nodded: "Yes." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the white snow that was about to bury Xianyang: "Sir, you say, when will this snow stop?" ”

Gu Nan was silent for a while, she didn't know that this snow disaster came very suddenly, and it almost never stopped after a snowfall.

Ying Zheng suddenly laughed and said: "Some people say that this is the responsibility of God." ”

"Sir, you said that the widow has made a mistake in his behavior and made a mistake in politics?"

As he spoke, his hand slowly clenched the railing, and the snow froze his palms red.

"Your Majesty." Gu Nan lowered his head and said loudly: "The minister may have a strategy to control the snow." ”

In the pavilion, Ying Zheng was stunned, turned around, and after a while, asked carefully: "Sir, have you deceived the widow?" ”

Gu Nan raised his head: "Your Majesty, the minister doesn't dare to say anything, but maybe you can give it a try." ”

"Sir, that's it." Ying Zheng looked at Gu Nan solemnly: "The widow can try." ”