Nanxing thought to himself, "That Lord Han exudes a frightening aura, how can I not be afraid!"
Han Zhongyu was clearly unaware that he had frightened a little girl so much that she was trembling. He was asking Xie Yushu about the recent situation in her hometown. Xie Yushu said that the villagers had all received relief grain, and the seeds had been planted in the ground. Life was basically back on track!
However, the winter weather in the north is extremely cold, and if there is heavy snow, it can easily cause snow disasters. Right now, everyone is busy repairing houses.
Han Zhongyu grew up in Kyoto and traveled to the south for his studies. His knowledge of the north came from books or what he heard from others. He had never actually spent a winter in the north. He had only heard in previous years that snow disasters of varying degrees would occur in different parts of the north during winter, and that people often died from being crushed or frozen to death!
In previous years, however, he was busy finding fault with his colleagues in the Control Yuan. When he heard about it, he would just sigh and say that he would arrest a few more corrupt officials who were exploiting the people.
This year, when he personally went to the northern region, the lives and fortunes of the entire population of the prefecture were truly on his shoulders, and he truly felt the immense weight of the burden on his shoulders!
Thinking about the silver confiscated, after deducting the portion that went into the national treasury, half of it was spent on raising relief grain and seeds. Now that winter is here, not to mention anything else, every household needs cotton-padded clothes, and that alone costs a lot of money. We also need to prepare supplies to deal with the snow disaster, which will cost another sum of money. Sigh! It's really worrying!
Thinking of this, Han Zhongyu's brows, which had finally relaxed, furrowed again, and then he unconsciously asked, "Just how cold can the North get? How much snow can weigh down a house?"
"How strong is the wind? About this strong..." Xie Yushu gestured with her hand in an exaggerated circle.
Seeing Han Zhongyu looking at her like she was a fool, she quickly continued...
"In August, the autumn wind howls fiercely, tearing away the three layers of thatch from my roof. The thatch flies across the river and scatters over the suburbs. The higher pieces get caught in the treetops, while the lower pieces drift and sink into the ponds."
"The wind is so strong!"
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