As for papermaking, he himself is only a little bit of the surface he saw on the Internet in his previous life, and he roughly understands a little basic principle, as for the rest, it is very little.

There was hardly any guidance, so Mo could only dig a dozen pits in another grange adjacent to the New Army camp, and put different materials such as bark, hemp, rags, old fishing nets, and even bamboo that he had heard in his previous life in different pits according to different proportions, so that people could record them in detail and observe them carefully.

It's a very boring job, and it's a very loyal.

But if there is a trace of slackness, or a trace of negligence, he may not be able to obtain reliable data, so he deliberately transferred the careful and clever Mo.

He explained to Mo carefully, mainly telling him some data that needed to be observed and recorded, and then told him.

"The manpower you use this time must be loyal and reliable, and without my permission, you must not go out, nor can you leak any information to the outside world......

Mo nodded vigorously.

"Don't worry, little boy, it's all with the manpower of our own house......"

……

Xianyang in October finally ushered in its first snow.

Although there is no hurry, but the ocean is sprinkled, and soon the buildings and halls of Xianyang, ordinary alleys, will be covered with a thin layer of snow, making the night in all directions look much brighter.

Although it is not yet the time of curfew, the cold is pressing, and there are hardly many pedestrians on the streets, and many people have already closed their doors and gone to bed.

Only in the houses of some nobles, the courtyard at the entrance is still dotted with a little light.

Under the orange light, Zhao Gao, as usual, was holding a volume of Legalist classics, but today he was obviously a little out of shape, frowning from time to time, raising his head, and looking at the snow in the courtyard that was becoming more and more obvious.

"The head of the Qiqi family, there is someone outside the door who claims to be a guest of the Eighteenth Prince's Mansion, and he is visiting in the snow——"

When Zhao Gao heard this, he instantly felt a spirit, and subconsciously touched the long sword on his waist, but hesitated, put it down again, and nodded slightly.

"Let him in—"

The north wind swept and the snow flew.

Zhang Liang's hair crown and robe have some crystal fine snowflakes on them, but he is slender and walks calmly, and these snowflakes add a bit of detachment to him.

"Liang has seen the CRRC government order-"

Zhang Liang's face was as pale as jade, and he didn't see Zhao Gao's rudeness, and he saluted Zhao Gaoshen. Then, without waiting for Zhao Gao to greet him, he stood up with a smile.

"There are guests coming in the snow, and the CRRC government is stingy with a cup of hot tea......"

"Serve tea—"

Zhao Gao glanced at this young man with an extraordinary bearing, and ordered with a cold face, Zhang Liang didn't think it was angry, so he waited happily.

Soon, a cup of steaming hot tea with oily ginger foam was sent up by the next person, Zhang Liang said thank you, reached out to take it, and took a sip with a comfortable face, which was a gentle sigh of relief.

Zhao Gao waved his hand lightly at the people beside him, the people understood, bowed down, and when he went out, he turned around and gently closed the door, and the atmosphere in the study was a little weird and dull for a while.

"This is what you call foolproof......"

Zhao Gao looked at him coldly and glanced at this young man named Zhang Liang, and his tone was a little responsible.

"Little Boy Ying, it didn't take much effort to see through your methods-"

Zhang Liang was stunned, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"That little boy has such knowledge?"

After this sentence was asked, Zhang Liang shook his head with a smile.

"It's a bit surprising, but so what, has our plan been a lot more successful?"

Zhao Gao was stunned.

Zhang Liang slowly picked up the hot tea in front of him and held it in his hand.

"I thought that the eldest son had already set off in the starry night and was on his way to Xianyang—"

Speaking of this, a look of determination flashed in Zhang Liang's eyes.

"What is the purpose of his return to Xianyang, it is already like a pattern in the palm of his hand, and he is about to come out, how can His Majesty not know? Therefore, the success or failure of the prophecy is no longer of great importance to us, and a political dispute between the eldest son, who came with a heavy public opinion, and His Majesty is inevitable——"

Speaking of this, Zhang Liang put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Zhao Gao with a gentle smile who had slowly released the hilt of his sword.

"CRRC Decree, do you think we failed this time......

Zhao Gao's eyes flashed, and he looked at this confident young man noncommittally.

"......Why did you come this time?"

"Naturally, I am asking for an order from the CRRC government to help the eldest son, otherwise, I am worried that the eldest prince may not be able to meet His Majesty himself on this trip......"

Zhao Gao couldn't help but take a deep look at this Zhang Liang, who had a little smile on his face when he talked about such conspiracy and trickery, and finally had a serious look in his eyes.

"You are too worried, the eldest son is the eldest son after all, even if he makes His Majesty unhappy and wants to see His Majesty, no one dares to stand in his way......"

Zhang Liang smiled, noncommittal, and got up leisurely.

"In this way, Liang retired from ......"

Looking at the back of Zhang Liang leaving, Zhao Gao's eyes were deep and silent.

……

Ganquan Palace.

Although the snow is fluttering outside, and the ground is already crystal white, the inside of the dormitory is as warm as spring. Because Zhao Ying saw through the truth of the prophecy, and let go of a piece of heart disease, the First Emperor felt that his body was a little lighter.

Just now, he has summoned the Shaofu Ling Shi Lu and Zhi Su Neishi overnight, asking them to prepare for disaster relief after the snow in advance and minimize the casualties caused by the cold.

At this time, he was wearing a loose robe, lying on a rocking chair, looking at a bamboo slip in his hand with a leisurely expression, and receiving Hei, who had been waiting for a long time.

"Your Majesty, I have sent someone to check it repeatedly, and the words on the bluestone slab and the words on the letter, judging from the handwriting, are very similar——"

The words of the black made the first emperor on the rocking chair unable to stagnate, and for the first time, his eyes were withdrawn from the bamboo slips, and he looked at the black who was standing respectfully not far away with his hands down.

"Do you suspect that the letter was written by Ying'er?"

The First Emperor frowned slightly, and there was a hint of incredulity in his tone.

"Without His Majesty's will, our people didn't dare to look at the other handwriting in the little boy's study, but if there is no accident, the letter should be written by the little boy—or the little boy himself wrote it......"

The First Emperor couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, pressed the armrest, and stood up from the rocking chair.

"This stinky boy, even my eldest father dares to lie-"

As soon as he thought that Zhao Ying, a dog, was pretending to be nothing in front of him, the First Emperor couldn't help but scold with some annoyance.

However, although he was scolding, between his eyebrows and eyes, he couldn't hide his smile.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty, I have another unicorn under my knees - I don't know how wonderful the expression on the face of Mr. Chun Yuyue, who is dedicated to the person who wrote the letter as his teacher, knows that the letter is from the hand of the emperor's eldest grandson......"

When the First Emperor heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

"Tomorrow morning, you might as well go with me to see that stinky boy......"

……

Eighteen Princes' Mansion.

Looking at the snowflakes falling bigger and bigger in the night, Hu Hai couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

It's finally snowing!

It's finally time for me to show off my talents!

He almost couldn't wait to rush to the palace and tell his own Ah Weng, I, Hu Hai have a way to solve the problem of burning a fire in Xianyang and Qianshou to keep warm!

He could almost predict the satisfied smile on his own Aweng's face.

However, there is no hurry.

It is necessary to be stable, so as to conform to the bearing of his eighteenth son.

That night, Hu Hai was so excited that he didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and from time to time he asked the people around him to go outside to see how much the snow had fallen.

Until the second half of the night, I also fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, the heavy snow fell, crushing countless houses, and in Xianyang City, countless people were shivering from the cold, and their own Ah Weng was frowning.

Then, with a wave of his hand, countless briquettes flowed into Xianyang, shocking the government and the opposition.

Even when he was asleep, he couldn't hide his smile on his face.

……

Fusu Prince's Mansion.

Looking at the snowflakes falling bigger and bigger outside the window, Zhao Ying couldn't help frowning.

This year's winter came too early, according to the memory of previous years, such cold weather is generally postponed for more than a month, almost until mid to late November, such weather will be encountered.

"Ahh

He couldn't help but sigh.

The longer he travels, the more he knows the hardships of the people in this era. As soon as this heavy snow comes, the lives of the common people may be even more difficult.

After all, in this era, there are no padded jackets, no woolen sweaters, and no down jackets.

Those rich aristocrats, when it is cold, can burn good charcoal at home, hold a warm hand stove, and wear extremely warm silk and fur to resist the cold, ordinary people are not so happy.

Coarse linen clothes are as cold as iron.

Those who have more money can burn some firewood to keep warm, and those with poorer families can only stuff a few handfuls of withered grass and catkins in their arms, gritting their teeth and boiling hard.

I don't know how many people will not be able to survive this heavy snowfall.

It's a pity that I am currently powerless, even if I know some means to keep out the cold in the future, there is nothing I can do.

Can't get through the Hexi Corridor, can't pacify the Western Regions, can't solve the Huns, cotton jackets and woolen sweaters can't be talked about, even if the people of Daqin are not picky, don't dislike the smell of those untreated feathers, and want to wear down jackets, there is nothing to do for a while.

Even people can't eat enough, where is the surplus food to feed some chickens, ducks and geese?

In this era, talking about large-scale farming is simply a joke, basically relying on ordinary farmers to raise some, which does not play a role at all.

Not to mention making down jackets, eggs are not available.

"Big brother, big brother, it's snowing, it's snowing-"

Just when he was a little distracted, Zhao Qi's excited shout suddenly sounded in the courtyard, he came back to his senses, and when he looked up, Zhao Qi, who was wearing a fluffy mink fur, had already broken into his door in a hurry.

When I came in, I stamped my feet and excitedly pointed to the heavy snow outside.

"Big brother, this year's heavy snow fell a lot earlier than last year, and it should be freezing outside tomorrow - big brother, you still take us out to hunt this year, don't you ......"

When it snows, the prey outside is better caught. Some hares and pheasants will inevitably leave some traces on the ground, and as long as you follow these traces, you will always be able to gain something.

At this time in previous years, Zhao Ying would happily bring people and his younger brother, like the children of ordinary aristocratic families, to the fields, or go to the forest garden to have some fun, but that was the predecessor, and now he is really not interested.

It's not just that it's compassionate, but it's changed for you, knowing that you're one step closer to Ga, and I guess I don't have much to think about.

"I'm going to study and practice martial arts tomorrow, you can go by yourself-"

When Zhao Qi heard this, he lowered his head in some frustration.

Since Ah Weng left, this big brother seems to have changed, not only has he become somewhat similar to Ah Weng, he constantly forces himself to study, he can't even see anyone on weekdays, and now, he doesn't even want to play with himself anymore.

Zhao Ying shook his head and reached out to help Zhao Qi dust the snowflakes on his head.

"Do you like snow?"

Hearing Zhao Ying suddenly ask this, Zhao Qi looked at his eldest brother with some puzzlement and nodded.

"I like it, it's snowing, how beautiful it is outside, and Ruixue is a good year, with these heavy snows, in the coming year, the Qianshou can have a bumper harvest year again......"

Listening to Zhao Qi's answer, Zhao Ying raised his eyebrows in some surprise.

This younger brother didn't read so many books in vain, and he even knew how to care about ordinary people. A little approvingly, she patted him on the shoulder.

"Yes, it's nice for you to have these insights, but you know, there are many people in the world who don't like this heavy snowfall......"

Seeing Zhao Qi looking at him with a puzzled expression, Zhao Ying sighed inexplicably.

"We are in the eldest prince's mansion, almost the best food and clothing, naturally we don't have any feelings about this heavy snow, but in the eyes of some Qianshou, this may be a disaster that can't be avoided, I don't know how many people will not survive this winter......"

Zhao Qi nodded as if he didn't understand, only to feel that Zhao Ying at this time seemed to be more and more similar to his own Ah Weng.

Seeing that Zhao Qi was still confused, Zhao Ying couldn't help but shake his head, he said this to an eleven or twelve-year-old child, what did he do when he was at this age in his previous life, he only knew how to roll in the snow, where to understand these human sufferings.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ying smiled.

"Come, today Big Brother will teach you a new poem-"

Zhao Ying said, touched the brush on the side, pulled over a blank bamboo slip on the side, dipped it in ink, and carefully wrote a small poem that was widely circulated in the previous life.

"As far as the harvest year goes, what happens in the harvest year. There are poor people in Chang'an, and it is not appropriate to have more for Rui. ”

……

Day 2.

Zhao Ying, as always, got up early and went to the small martial arts arena in the back garden to boil his body, practice riding and archery, and the martial arts of battlefield fighting.

Lessons learned, whether it is practicing Changge or archery, he usually rides on a horse.

After all, on the battlefield, riding a war horse, condescending, the advantage is very obvious. It's just that what makes him a little embarrassed is that these current war horses are a bit chicken for him.

Even if it was the Dawan horse rewarded by the First Emperor, his footsteps could no longer keep up with his footsteps.

The 3,000-meter rapid obstacle run, he is now approaching the five-minute mark, and the speed that starts in an instant is difficult to reach. What made him even more helpless was that the strength of these war horses seemed to be a little unable to keep up.

He didn't know how much strength he had now, but the two-hundred-pound stone lock that he had specially built, one in his own hand, and he danced, he already felt a little unlucky.

It's too light!

But even with such a stone lock, when he held two swings, the war horse under his crotch was obviously a little difficult, after all, his height had also broken through one meter nine this month!

The weight is also close to two hundred pounds.

This is not just six hundred catties, because with the blessing of his strength, the impact power that can be achieved in an instant is already extremely terrifying, even a rare BMW horse like Dawan Ma is a little unable to keep up with his pace.

"It seems that only the legendary Red Rabbit Horse, or Li Yuanba's Thousands of Miles of Smoke and Cloud Dragon Pony Horse, can barely match my heroic appearance......"

Zhao Ying can only laugh at herself, there is no good way.

When he finished exercising and washing, when he returned to the study, he was surprised to find that there were two more people in his study.

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