Chapter 384: Reflection of Snow and Moon

The snowflakes are falling from north to south.

Of course, although the snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as a mat, when they reach Zhending Prefecture, they are only the size of goose feathers. When they reach the Yellow River, they just fall to the ground and melt.

Also in early November, in the capital city of the Song Dynasty, a light snowfall that was almost like fog came unexpectedly, attracting the attention of many people.

In fact, according to common sense, or according to the chaotic situation before the army set out, this snow should have attracted greater attention or even caused riots... On that day, Emperor Zhao suddenly launched the Northern Expedition ahead of schedule because of the sudden death of Erlido, the third prince of the Jin Dynasty. The reason why it caused the riot in the Yuetai camp outside the city was, of course, that the incident happened suddenly and the army acted too hastily, but on the other hand, it was also because the Song Dynasty did not follow the weather and sent troops in winter.

There was no way around it. Since ancient times, the people in the feudal era feared nothing more than freezing and starving. Emperor Zhao's act of going against heaven would naturally cause the soldiers in the imperial camp to rush to buy cold-proof clothing and food.

However, at this moment, with the successive victories in the front-line areas, especially in the Hedong direction, a large number of prefectures and cities have been recaptured, and the fact that Emperor Zhao personally led the army to fight has somewhat reduced the panic of the people in the early stages of the war.

Just as ordinary people used to care more about hunger and cold, the current judgment of the war situation in the market is mostly based on the official bulletins that say a city will be recovered today and a state will be recovered tomorrow... For ordinary people, this is something visible and tangible, and it is more useful than anything else.

What's more, these recovered places are not unclear or unknown places.

When talking about Anyi, countless people will recall the days when Hedong salt and Jingdong salt were sold in parallel in the capital; when talking about Hedong City, there will be merchants talking about how they used to sell sheep and had seen the Stork Tower from afar, which then led some people to talk about how high the tower was, and some people even sighed how many poems there were about the tower.

Not to mention, there are already countless exiled people from Hedong in the city of Tokyo, who know the local terrain better than anyone else.

This made the city of Tokyo, after adapting to the initial chaos, fall into a strange dynamic and busy stability.

"Make way, make way! We are also doing our part for the country!"

Outside Donghua Gate, several scholars were standing at the corner of the road, talking with their hands behind their backs. They saw the palace in front of them, the Ma Xing Street behind them, the wars and battles thousands of miles away, and the rain and snow above their heads. They were really worried about their country. But just as these people surrounded one of the leading young men and said a few words, suddenly, more than a dozen wheelbarrows with flags of the Imperial Guard came speeding from south to north, with amazing momentum, and they were shouting as they came, which frightened these young men so much that they ran away in panic.

Whatever concerns about the country and family that he was about to express were instantly swallowed back.

You know, according to the wartime instructions issued by the provincial government some time ago, the original suggestion of 'pedestrians and vehicles in the capital keep to the right' has now become a wartime rule. And these delivery men, because they supply the palace and the government, have actually been given the name 'military supplies'.

In this case, if they were hit by the unicycle teams coming from the direction of the Imperial Street and walking on the right, and they made a scene in Kaifeng Prefecture, they would only be hung up and scolded by Yan Xiaozhong, the dark, thin and short King of Hell. It was also possible that a record would be left in the Imperial Academy, which would affect their further studies and the imperial examinations.

Of course, after this rush, these people wanted to gather together again. However, starting from this convoy, the delivery trucks in the direction of Yujie were intermittent and kept coming and going, just like the tiny snowflakes above their heads, as if the large group of delivery trucks that had previously delivered food to the vicinity of Yujie were turning back.

During wartime, there were far more central and local officials working in the Imperial Street than usual, and the scale of meal delivery was also much larger than usual.

Helplessly, these students could only give up their thoughts of being classmates and bowed goodbye to the young man they bumped into by chance. Most of them walked south along the palace wall back to the vicinity of the Imperial College, while the young man walked along the outside of the delivery trucks and went to Ma Xing Street.

In fact, the young man had come here specially because he was expecting the lunch delivery truck to return so that the shops on Ma Xing Street could prepare for evening delivery. However, he happened to meet a group of junior students from the Imperial Academy and was entangled because of his special status.

So, when this person arrived at Ma Xing Street, he started with Song Sao's fish soup and went to three or four shops in a row, but he only ordered a dozen vegetable soups, with some usual ginger and fermented black beans in winter, which together barely filled two tables, one large and one small.

However, even so, these big brands with extremely high consumption in the regular stores were all very respectful and serious, and in the end it was often the store owner who personally sent the young man out, and even promised that he would personally deliver the takeaway to the man's house in the evening without any mistakes... The reason was very simple, this young man was none other than the eldest son of the prime minister of the current dynasty, who was called Zhao Fen.

Master Zhao came out this time for no other reason than because the battle report from the front was sent back, indicating that the Chenguan Pass had been locked and Linfen was advancing like a tide. After the Jin army lost the Hezhong Basin in a hasty battle, they simply abandoned the Linfen Basin.

The hometown of Mr. Zhao Ding is none other than Wenxi, where Mr. Lu Yihao is recuperating now. How could he not know the topography of his hometown? Therefore, after this experience, Mr. Zhao was completely relieved, knowing that he had returned to Wenxi safely anyway.

From now on, I will no longer be considered a displaced person.

Therefore, it was inevitable that some of them, like the exiled people in Hedong, would indulge in singing and drinking at night. However, he remained calm in the capital, the secret cabinet, and the public cabinet, acting like a prime minister, but secretly he could not help but make an exception and pass a note to his son, asking him to prepare a banquet.

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