Chapter 1548 Return

Zhou Shuren pinched his fingertips. It was snowing heavily in the south due to the snow disaster. He had a premonition that there would be a lot of snow this winter, and now the premonition has come true.

The emperor felt heavy in his heart. He thought this year would be a good year, but it snowed heavily in the south. Urgent letters were sent to Beijing, and places that had not snowed in previous years now snowed.

Your Majesty, "My dear ministers, do you have any good ideas?"

Lord Qi stepped forward and said, "The court has a comprehensive strategy for dealing with the snow disaster. We should focus on disaster relief first."

Mr. Liu stepped forward and said, "Is this a snowstorm in the south? It's snowing heavily in states that have never snowed before. How can these states have a strategy to deal with it?"

Another adult stepped forward and said, "Send someone to give instructions."

Zhou Shuren rolled his eyes in his heart, "Distant water cannot quench nearby thirst."

Don't you see which states are written on the folder? The temperature has dropped significantly. If the river is blocked, it will take who knows when the capital will be able to send people there.

Rong Chuan stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, each state has a garrison. You can mobilize the garrison to cooperate with the government officers and soldiers in clearing snow and providing rescue."

Zhou Shuren nodded secretly. It was his son-in-law who reacted quickly. He glanced at what was just said and sneered in his heart. It’s not that they don’t have a way, they just don’t want to say it. They all said it in a very conventional way!

Now that the King of Qin had spoken, the old guys all shut up, as if they were not the ones who had spoken just now.

Zhou Shuren continued, "We also need to organize the people to save themselves. The whole village needs to clear the snow and organize firewood cutting. Finally, we will conduct an evaluation, and the top three will receive rewards such as medicine, cotton, and food."

The prince has already sat down and taken notes, expanding his thoughts as he writes.

Elder Wen also spoke up at this time, "There are also various merchants who need to be utilized. Depending on the amount of contribution, the most they can get is a partial tax reduction next year."

Zhou Shuren did not continue to speak, so it can be said that everyone has brains, but just does not want to be the first to take the credit. If they come up with a good idea, they don't want him to take all the credit.

In Qizhou, Mrs. Dong stood in the yard dressed in a serious manner, looking up at the sky. "It has been snowing for seven days now."

The old woman was so frightened that she couldn't stand it. "Yeah, what's going on? I heard from the locals in Qizhou that the snow in Qizhou last year was very strange, and this year it's even scarier."

The servants in the yard cleared the snow that was almost half a person's height. This, this is not enough to let people survive.

Mrs. Dong and her husband looked through the history of Qizhou. It had snowed in Qizhou in history, but never this heavily, so no one took it seriously last year. But this year it became a snow disaster.

Seeing that the old woman's face had turned blue with frostbite, Mrs. Dong turned around and went back to the house. "There is cotton sent from the capital in the warehouse. Please ask the housekeeper to come and give you some of the cotton so that you can make a thick cotton-padded jacket."

She was not a mistreat to her servants, and she was touched by the attentiveness of the lady, so she sent a lot of cotton and leather.

The old woman thanked her and went out happily. The servants also had cotton-padded clothes, which were not too thick. Now the temperature had dropped sharply, and the cotton-padded clothes were no longer warm.

At the government office, the prefect feels that he has bad luck and has been unlucky in the past few years. "There is not enough cotton. No one on the street has any. Everyone is staying at home. The officers and soldiers also need thicker cotton clothes. Hey, do you have any ideas?"

Chang Lian had no idea what to do. The heavy snow in Qizhou was too sudden, and no one expected it to reach the level of a snowstorm. Not to mention the prefect, he was also exhausted physically and mentally. "The letter has been sent to Beijing urgently. Clear the snow first and prepare herbs for colds. The temperature has dropped sharply and it is easy to get sick."

The prefect rubbed his frozen face and said, "This is all we can do for now."

Chang Lian looked at the yamen runners outside who were stamping their feet in fear of the cold. If even the yamen runners were like this, let alone the poor common people. What he was more worried about was the illness, as the elderly and children had the hardest time.

Chang Lian also rubbed his face. Ever since he was transferred to Qizhou, he has been donating things continuously. This time he couldn't keep the herbs sent by the lady, and there was also cotton and so on.

At the Zhou family, Liu Jia's mother, Ma, came to visit her daughter. Since her husband left Beijing, Ma seldom went out. If her daughter had not been pregnant, she would not have come.

Zhulan saw the worry on Ma's face and said, "I won't keep you any longer. Go see Liu Jia."

Ma was also not confident enough, who told her daughter to only like spicy food, "I won't bother the old lady anymore."

Zhulan nodded, and after Ma left, she said to Zhao, "There is no leader in this family. Ma is very cautious in what she says."

Zhao, "Mom, I'm not confident because Liu Jiahuai might be pregnant with a girl."

Zhulan, "I treat girls and boys the same here, but your uncle doesn't think so."

"So aristocratic families are not good either. Yu Lu inherited her mother's ability to bear children."

"Yu Shuang has also given birth to two sons. Fortunately, Yu Shuang is in Zhangzhou. I don't know that Yu Shuang has given birth to a second son. Otherwise, our girl would be famous again."

Zhao said, "Yu Shuang hid away, and they were staring at Yu Lu's belly."

The apple in Zhulan's hand no longer tasted sweet. "I am really torn. I hope Yulu can have both a son and a daughter, but I also hope Yulu can have two sons first."

If this baby is also a son, Yu Lu's position in the Wang family will be unshakable. Not to mention the five-year agreement, Yu Lu will have to be provided for in the future, and there will be no mention of taking a concubine.

Mrs. Zhao truly felt that her daughter had a good marriage, that her mother-in-law was easy to get along with, that her son-in-law was ambitious and loved her, and that her daughter lived a very comfortable life without any pressure at all.

While her niece Yu Lu was staring at her belly, the eldest sister-in-law secretly prayed to Buddha and hoped that this baby would be a son. Even if Yu Lu didn't say it, she could feel that Yu Lu wanted a son.

In the evening, Zhou Shuren came back very late. Zhulan asked, "Why did you come back so late?"

As soon as Zhou Shuren came back, the maids in the house would go down. Zhou Shuren lowered his voice and told them about the snow disaster, "I was arranging supplies, so I came back a little late."

Zhulan, "There was no snowstorm in the capital. I thought there would be no major disaster this year. It turns out it's in the south."

"I've been paying attention to this and I've already guessed it."

"If there are not enough people, we can ask Linzhou, which was not affected by the disaster, to help."

Zhou Shuren, "I have already mentioned it, but each state has its own selfish interests, so I don't know how much help I can provide."

"Oh, in ancient times, people were too selfish. The noble families in control of each state only cared about their own interests. It was a strict class system, and the lives of the people were worthless in their eyes."

Zhou Shuren patted his wife's hand and said, "Don't be angry, it will get better slowly."

"Only change can make things better."

Zhou Shuren changed his clothes. "The Emperor had a nightmare and told me his fortune. The four words 'stabilize the country and bring peace to the nation' made me busier, but my ideas have a deeper impact on the Emperor. Some good policies will be implemented slowly. When I die, I will leave a handwritten letter to the Crown Prince."

He believed that things would change slowly, that seeds would be planted one by one and would eventually grow into towering trees.

In the middle of the night, there was a knock on the door of Zhou Hou Mansion. Qingxue heard the news. Zhulan got up and saw that the candles in the room were already lit. "What happened?"

Qingxue saw that the Marquis had also stood up, and lowered her head and said, "Someone from the Jiang family came to ask for the doctor, saying that Master Jiang Ping had returned."

Zhulan hurried to get out of bed, "Jiang Ping is back? Why do we need to call a doctor?"