The woman had picturesque eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth. Her dark eyebrows, thick eyelashes and black hair were all stained with pure white snowflakes. She looked like a cold and gorgeous fairy in the snow, breathtakingly beautiful and captivating.

Those starry eyes were filled with strong love. Ying Zheng stared at them infatuatedly, his heart suddenly burning hot. He bent down and held the girl's face, their noses touching and their lips touching.

He murmured softly, his voice full of tenderness and endless affection.

"We are destined to be together forever, why should we grow old together in the snow?"

There is no need for romantic words, a burning heart is touching enough.

Chu Yuening's thick eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and her cheeks, which were chilled by the cold wind, instantly warmed up. The scent of cedar lingered at the tip of her nose and also at the tip of her heart.

She stood on tiptoe, put her arms around the man's neck, tilted her little face up and offered her red lips to him.

Ying Zheng pressed the back of the woman's head and kissed her back fiercely, fiercely capturing her own fragrance. Her half-lidded eyes concealed a deep, veiled beauty, and their snow-stained silver hair intertwined in an ambiguous way...

In the vast sky and earth, everything is covered in silver and pure white, with only a pair of lovers hugging and kissing each other tightly.

Oh, and there is also a round snowball.

Ying Zhao was pinching snowballs with great interest. His satin jacket was covered with snowflakes, and his chubby little face was flushed with two blushes, making him look like a doll in a New Year picture.

After playing for a long time, Ying Zhao finally realized why his voice was the only one he could hear.

The little guy's grinning mouth froze. Would his parents abandon him?

Ying Zhao turned around in panic and saw his father and mother hugging each other, with the tall figure almost completely covering the other petite figure.

"Mother! Father!"

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to play in the snow?"

Although the tender little voice was not loud, it was clear enough in the silent snow.

Chu Yuening was startled awake from her gentle embrace. She shyly pushed the man away, and her cheeks became increasingly flushed.

Seeing the woman's resistance, Ying Zheng had no choice but to loosen the shackles, resting his chin on her hair and breathing softly, which was sexy and seductive. Chu Yuening was so embarrassed that she buried her head in his neck to hide.

After a moment, Ying Zheng's breath calmed down, but the burning and lust in his eyes had not faded. He turned his head slightly and glanced at the disruptive little guy.

"You can play by yourself. Mother has other important things to do."

"Oh... okay."

The little dumpling hung his head in disappointment, but looking at the unfinished cute snowman, he became full of fighting spirit again.

Hehe, I didn't expect that he is not only good at drawing, but also so good at making snowmen. Teacher Xiao is right, he is really a smart baby~

The white snow fell sparsely, and the eaves, streets, treetops... were all covered with a thick layer of snow.

In previous years, the streets were always empty and deserted. Everyone stayed at home to keep warm, and no one would be so desperate as to go out and suffer the cold.

However, this year the laughter of children can be heard, bringing vitality and energy to the lonely world.

"Hey! I hit you!"

"Ermao, why did you hit me? I wasn't the one who threw the snowball just now."

"Hahaha, if you have the guts, throw it at me, lululu~"

"Tiedan, you've gone too far! Ermao, don't be afraid, we'll help you throw him away."

“…”

The sounds of children playing and fighting echoed in the residential area. The people who heard it did not find it noisy. Instead, they smiled sincerely.

How wonderful! They would no longer have to see piles of frozen bones next spring, and they wouldn't have to worry about becoming one of them.

The production efficiency of the Xianyang factory is getting higher and higher.

Chu Yuening generously doubled her annual leave and also increased her welfare bonuses significantly.

When the factory managers announced this good news, all the workers were ecstatic and worked even harder.

However, the 200,000 people who had just entered the factory were stunned and dazed, thinking that they had not yet woken up.

annual leave?

What! You don’t work and you still get paid?

Year-end bonus?

What! There are extra rewards and benefits at the end of the year?

They originally thought that a job that paid a few hundred dollars a month and provided three meals a day was a good job that they would never find even with a lantern.

Unexpectedly, there are even better benefits. This huge pie hit everyone and made them dizzy.

Ma Cheng was one of them. He was originally a servant of a nobleman of the State of Chu and had to do all the heavy, tiring and dirty work.

His parents were slaves for generations, so he was born to be a slave. When he was young, he knew nothing, but as he grew up, he was despised and bullied, but he could not resist at all.

Under the long-term depression and repression, Ma Cheng felt a strong sense of unwillingness in his heart. Why were some people born noble, while he was born humble?

Sometimes, when he looked at the people on the street, he would feel envious. Although they were poor, at least they had dignity and freedom.

Ma Cheng originally thought that he would spend his life in despair, but he didn't expect that one day, fate would take a new path.

He didn't know where the dark fork in the road led to, but he resolutely set foot on it, determined to risk his humble life...

Fortunately, God blessed him and he made the right bet.

Ma Cheng stood in front of the stove. Thinking of what the factory director said today, a look of joy appeared on his face, sweeping away his previous numbness.

However, once people start thinking about things, they can't help but become absent-minded.

He was originally using tongs to hold the pig iron plate and move it left and right, but in a moment of distraction, the pig iron plate almost slipped out of the tongs.

In a flash, Ma Cheng broke out in a cold sweat, and all the chaotic thoughts in his mind disappeared. He worked seriously with lingering fear in his heart.

No matter how good the factory benefits are, you must first keep this job, otherwise everything will disappear.

It was not until the gong sounded at noon that Ma Cheng's tense heartstrings finally relaxed.

He took off his gloves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, then immediately picked up his lunch box and rushed to the cafeteria.

If you go too late, there will only be leftovers, and their steel plant is far away.

When the industrial park was first built, Chu Yuening planned a reasonable layout.

The entire southern suburbs are divided into the north and south districts. Sweet potato factories, flour mills, cotton mills, sanitary factories, etc. are placed in the north district, while coal plants, steel plants, cement plants and other heavily polluting factories are placed in the south district.

In Zhangtai Palace, Ying Zheng finished handling government affairs, pinched his aching brows, and thought about how to resettle 200,000 people.

Living in the palaces of the six kingdoms is not a long-term solution. They still need to be allowed to settle down completely in Xianyang City, but building a large number of houses will not be a one-day job.

"What's troubling you, A Zheng? Do you need help from your advisor?"

Noticing the man's furrowed brows, Chu Yuening's eyes flickered, and she walked lightly behind him, leaning on his shoulder and asking in a playful manner.

The woman's melodious and pleasant voice eased some of the irritability. Ying Zheng leaned over to hold her little face, and stared into her eyes with a smile.

"You need my first counselor."

"So what is Ah Zheng worried about?"

"It's about the housing of 200,000 people."

Hearing this, Chu Yuening pursed her lips and thought for a moment, then a light flashed in her eyes and she uttered a familiar word.

"A Zheng, I have a plan."

"But I still need the help of the Shaofu."