As night falls and the lanterns are turned on, even though it is far away in the wilderness, the royal capital is the royal capital and still has a bustling and lively atmosphere that most cities cannot match.
Just as Jing Ci expected, it snowed...
The sparse snowflakes, illuminated by lanterns, reflected subtle light and fell on the streets of the royal capital paved with bluestone slabs.
The subjects living at the feet of the emperor responded to that poem.
Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, the singing and dancing of the West Lake are closed. The warm breeze makes the tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou.
Countless people poured into the streets to welcome the first snow of the year.
The children were running around wildly, laughing and yelling, all full of joy.
They did not realize at all what miserable situation the people outside the royal capital would face. How many lives would this snow take away?
Jing Ci was wrapped in a warm fur coat, and accompanied by his escort, he walked along the lively street to the Wang family mansion where the wine tasting conference was held.
The Wang family is just an ordinary wealthy businessman in the royal capital. The reason why Jing Ci takes a fancy to him is because the house in his family is very large, which can be used to cook wine and have parties.
For this, everyone in the Wang family is grateful.
Although they live in the royal capital, they occasionally meet celebrities and dignitaries, but the chance of face-to-face contact with dignitaries is almost zero. Therefore, the Wang family attaches great importance to this gathering, mobilizing young and old, setting up and purchasing, and striving to satisfy Her Royal Highness the Princess. .
As everyone knows, ever since Jing Ci left the palace, she has always been frowning.
The laughter coming from all directions was so harsh.
Especially when he saw those young men and women standing in the middle of the street, raising their hands above their heads, continuously catching cold snowflakes, looking happy and romantic, Jing Ci felt particularly heartbroken.
A first snowfall, two different lives.
Presumably, the wealthy residents of the main cities everywhere, like the royal capital, would welcome the first snowfall and write a poem out of elegance.
But……
Those ordinary people who live outside the city and really support Dadi have to huddle in cold and damp bedding, shivering, and can only spend the long and miserable night wailing in their hungry stomachs.
Not to mention drinking a bowl of hot soup to ward off the cold, ordinary people may not even be able to afford firewood...
Just then, a familiar voice came.
"This year's snow came at the right time, but for the people, it was fatal."
"I don't know if the people in Sangzhou have stored enough firewood to survive the winter."
"Ask Jin Yiwei to send a message to Sangzhou to ask. If any people freeze to death, ask the soldiers to help. Anyway, it is idle."
Qin Feng also put on winter clothes, dressed in black, which looked extremely eye-catching compared with the gradually whitening street scene.
Qin Feng also felt a little heavy. After all, he planned to incorporate Sangzhou into his own territory. In this way, the people of Sangzhou would naturally become his subjects.
The people are not doing well, and he, the boss, is not much better off either.
After all, wool comes from sheep, and the people have no spending power. Even if Qin Feng has many high-quality goods, who will he sell them to?
As far as Qin Feng knows, in this era, firewood seems to be the most indispensable resource, so you can pick it up casually.
But in fact, this is not the case, unless it is the people who live in the mountains, relying on the mountains to eat, just chopping and cutting is enough.
The people living in the plains are unable to meet even the most basic supplies such as firewood.
How much can you pick up just by going out and “picking”? After two or three days of heat, I will eventually fall back into the ice cave.
Large households burn charcoal, while ordinary people buy firewood at the market or individually.
It's just snowing heavily and it's freezing cold, so there's nowhere to pick it up and nowhere to buy it.
It is not easy for ordinary people to survive.
Listening to the conversation between Qin Feng and Ning Hu, Jing Ci couldn't help but feel complicated. Unexpectedly, at this time, the person who cared most about the life and death of the people in Beidi was Qin Feng, the... scourge.
And from the conversation between Qin Feng and Ning Hu, we can feel that Qin Feng is not just acting on occasion, but has long been accustomed to thinking about the people.
Based on personal emotions, Jing Ci even had an extremely ridiculous idea in his mind.
At least this winter, it may not be a bad thing for Sangzhou to be occupied by Qin Feng. At least the people of Sangzhou can barely survive this winter.
Thinking of this, Jing Ci couldn't help but startled herself.
"This... what a ridiculous idea."
"Sangzhou is my territory of Dadi. Every inch of mountains and rivers and every inch of blood, how can I hand it over to others?"
Jing Ci quickly shook her head and put this undignified thought behind her. She took a deep breath, calmed down her mood, and said hello to Qin Feng pretending to be relaxed.
"Qin Hou, what a coincidence, you just came here too?"
Qin Feng, who was studying with Ning Hu on how to help the people of Sangzhou survive the winter, heard a familiar voice and subconsciously turned around to find Jing Ci coming with a smile on his face. He wisely stopped the topic.
Qin Feng pretended to bow his hands and said, "Greetings to Your Highness the Princess."
"Haha, Your Highness has just arrived, too?"
Jing Ci smiled and nodded, pointed to the mansion in the distance, and said softly: "The Wang family is ahead. It's getting late, let's go there."
Qin Feng and Jing Ci walked together towards the Wang family mansion.
Although the people on the street cast strange glances at the two from time to time, no one stopped them face to face or made trouble.
First of all, it has been some time since Qin Feng arrived in the capital of Beidi, and the people in the capital have more or less adapted.
Secondly, after Qin Feng arrived in the royal capital, he kept to himself and never caused trouble.
Even if some easily fooled young people want to trouble Qin Feng, they have no chance to contact Qin Feng because Qin Feng is hiding in the post house.
Of course, the most important point is the announcement of the negotiation agreement. After reading the announcement, the people found that these agreements did not seem so difficult to accept.
As for the matter of Sangzhou, it was not mentioned at all in the notice. It is estimated that the King of Beidi was also worried about provoking a popular uprising, so he prioritized maintaining stability.
Jing Ci huddled his hands in his warm sleeves and peeked at Qin Feng from time to time.
After struggling for a moment, Jing Ci could not help but be curious and asked tentatively: "You just said that you asked the soldiers to help the people of Sangzhou prepare firewood for the winter. Is it true?"
Jing Ci still couldn't believe it.
After all, with Qin Feng's status, it's not so much that he doesn't care, but whether he can pay attention to such "trivial" things.
Which of the courtiers is not ambitious and has the world at heart?
Every gesture is made, and everything is eloquent.
This was at least the first time in Jing Ci's life that a person in power like Qin Feng could notice even trivial matters such as firewood for the common people during the winter.
Faced with Jing Ci's question, Qin Feng didn't think much and shrugged disapprovingly: "How can such a trivial thing be false?"
