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The Kyoto area is not small. The eastern district where Luofu is located is almost full of aristocratic families, and the shops are also set up in the eastern district. Most of the roofs of the houses are mostly tiled, but for ordinary people living in the western district, tiles are obviously too expensive, and thatched roofs are the most expensive. their choice.

In modern times, living in a thatched hut to enjoy the snow is called detachment. In ancient times, living in a thatched hut in winter is called shivering.

Having someone drive a carriage, Luo Xi and Yang Yan went to the western district of Kyoto in person.The guards guarded their surroundings vigilantly, guarding against someone rushing over.

Rows of houses, a few roofs have been crushed, and many people are wearing sackcloth, shivering from the cold, while desperately shoveling the snow off the roofs.The howling cold wind rolled up part of the thatch, and the old man chased the thatch, not even caring about wrestling, patted the snow on his body and continued to catch up.

Some people saw Luo Xi and the others who were out of place here, but most of them glanced indifferently and then looked away.

Occasionally, someone wailed and cursed the damn snow, but it disappeared after a few wailings, because the weather was too cold, and the tears that fell would only turn into biting cold.

The snowflakes are not affected by human emotions, they are still falling from the sky one after another, and it seems that there will be no way to stop for a while.

Yang Yan didn't pay much attention to these things at first, but when he saw the group of people in front of him, he was silent for a moment.He tugged at Luo Xi's sleeve, "How about we help them?"

"Let's go back and discuss it." Luo Xi frowned.

It is actually not very useful to count them alone. What he should think about is how to solve this problem.

This time without Luo Xi's persuasion, Yang Yan took the initiative to get into the carriage and said, "Let's write a note to His Majesty first, and report the things here."

"Qin Tianjian just doesn't do anything?" Luo Xi had nothing to say, "At any rate, they are also responsible for observing the sky and recording the weather conditions. Now that it's snowing so heavily, why don't they care about the lives of the people?"

Yang Yan coughed lightly, "I can explain this. When I entered the palace a few days ago, His Majesty said that he was entrusted with a dream by an immortal recently, and wanted to find a good time to sacrifice to the immortal and then open the furnace to make alchemy. As for the time and place, Qin Tianjian handed over several plans, but His Majesty was not satisfied, saying that it was too late in the coming year, and it would be best to sacrifice at the end of December."

Luo Xi: "..."

For the first time, Luo Xi felt that Yue Qingling's idea of ​​seizing the heir was not so unreliable.

It might be better to change the emperor.

First, I met with Luo Shangshu. Luo Shangshu was stunned, "No one in the court has mentioned this matter, but although the snow is heavy now, it is not a snow disaster. We need to wait and see for a few days. If you are interested, you can make some preparations." , the staff of the Luo family are at your command."

Back in the study, Luo Xi held his breath, Yang Yan took the initiative to skip this question, and the two began to discuss what preparations needed to be made.

The news from outside came in one by one, and Yang Yan clicked his tongue lightly, "Food prices have started to rise, among other things, the merchants really put their heart into it, and they can react immediately when something happens outside."

"Get through the winter first," Luo Xi began to record, "Use the newspaper first, open up a separate section, put some small knowledge, and you can add the forecast of tomorrow's weather."

If they had known that there would be such a heavy snowfall earlier, they could have prepared earlier.

Yang Yan helped grind the ink, "There are also many people with frostbite, and wind and cold are difficult to treat. First find a group of doctors and buy some related medicinal materials."

"Those whose houses have collapsed should also be given a place to live." Luo Xi thought, how could anyone bear to stay in the ice and snow for one night?

Handing over the details to Luo Xi, Yang Yan took the hastily written memorial and planned to go directly to the palace to meet the emperor, or to give it a try.

Luo Xi pondered for a moment, and wrote down the recruitment information in the first column of the newspaper, recruiting hundreds of prostitute workers and women to sew winter clothes, and pay by the piece; in addition, recruit hundreds of workers, settle wages every day, and distribute winter clothes, Great strength is required.

Luo Xi calculated that there should not be many people whose house collapsed, some of the women could just come to Luo's house to sew winter clothes, and the newspaper project could also take advantage of the opportunity to expand, requiring more temporary manpower, but there would be a small loss , is also within the tolerable range.

After finishing writing, Luo Xi specially asked Luo Guogong to get her carrier pigeon, and let it fly to Cheng Chunbo.

Yang Yan hurried to the palace, and within an hour, he returned to Luo's house with a cold face.

"Your Majesty said that these are nothing but trivial matters. It snows heavily every year, even if dozens of people freeze to death, that's normal." Yang Yan poured himself a sip of hot tea, with a grim expression on his face.

For the emperor, no matter how heavy the snow was, the palace people would clean it up. The charcoal fire in the palace made it very warm. As for the wind, snow and cold outside, it had nothing to do with him.

Yang Yandao, "Your Majesty is still muttering that these state affairs are irrelevant, but the sacrificial offering cannot be delayed any longer, and he plans to build a fairy platform."

Luo Xi's face turned cold, "Then let's ignore the palace, let's do it ourselves."

When Yang Yan entered the palace, Yue Qingling was also in the palace and heard the news.

When Yang Yan was about to leave in disappointment, Yue Qingling asked him for a memorial, and Yang Yan handed it to him directly.

Yue Qingling handed this memorial to Lu Xia again, and Yue Qingling looked at him calmly, "Prince, if it were you, what would you do?"

"Porridge?" Lu Xia asked tentatively.

Lu Xia wasn't sure how serious the incident was, so she could only try to imagine the situation outside.

Lu Xia didn't know much about the porridge in the disaster year. After all, he grew up only in the palace, and he didn't even have the chance to leave the palace.

"Other than that?" Yue Qingling continued to ask, but a hint of helplessness arose in his heart.

When Lu Xia saw the eunuch sweeping not far away, he had a flash of inspiration, "Organize them to clean the snow from the roof, or buy some tiles, and build a brick house instead of a thatched house, so that the house will not collapse easily."

Yue Qingling sighed, "Eldest Prince, you are an emperor and nobleman, with countless servants around you, and never lacking in clothes and food. But for ordinary people, a family may only have a few thick clothes to keep out the cold, and there is no way for everyone to go out to sweep the snow. Most of the people are poor, where can I get the silver to buy tiles?"

Lu Xia was slightly stunned, and bowed to Yue Qingling, admitting his own shortcomings, "I still have a lot to learn about everything, please help me, sir."

Yue Qingling reluctantly agreed.

At least compared to the emperor, the eldest prince can listen to advice, which is an improvement anyway.

Mrs. Wang approached Luo Chang many times. Luo Chang could lie about going out the first few times, but later he could only take the initiative to visit him.

Wang took Luo Chang's hand and sat down, and gave him a Tang Pozi, "My son, why are your hands so cold?"

Luo Chang was helpless, and replied, "I was patrolling outside just now, and the wind blew a little."

The concern in Wang's eyes was real, and Luo Chang felt a little uncomfortable.

Wang suddenly asked, "How is your father treating you? He tosses and turns these nights, and he may have something on his mind."

Luo Chang blinked, without changing his expression, "It's probably because of the matter between Ah Zhi and Second Uncle. Ah Zhi is busy outside these days, and when he gets busy, he forgets about Second Uncle."

Wang's brows were a little sad, "I thought it was something that happened back then..."

"Don't worry, I told my second uncle that the letter was lost by the carrier pigeon," Luo Chang comforted, "Second uncle also believed it, these days I just want to make up for Ah Zhi, and my father is also worried that the two will quarrel again, so I am very worried .”

Carrier pigeons can't come back halfway through the flight, in fact, there are.

Wang believed this reason and breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Chang was a little restless, "Mother, Ah Zhi wants to help those common people these days, can you—"

Wang smiled, "Don't worry, I'm thinking about this matter."

Luo Chang and Wang chatted for a long time, seeing that Wang let go of his knot, Luo Chang left.

Luo Xi was busy with applying for the newspaper. For this issue of the newspaper, Luo Xi simply asked people to set up several signboards in the West District, and posted the newspaper on them to spread the matter everywhere.

The storyteller Dadongong raised his voice, and read the two contents of the recruitment over and over again. At first, only women or children leaned over to listen, but when they knew the relevant contents, their eyes lit up instantly.

"Is what it says true? Where do you want someone?"

"Can we go now, or do we have to wait a few more days?"

"How will this salary be calculated?"

The storyteller was grabbed by the sleeves, and one question after another was thrown out. The storyteller explained one by one, and soon there were new questions.

Although most of the people are illiterate, rumors can still spread extremely fast.A circle of people suddenly surrounded the crowd, you and I crowded forward one by one, and immediately pushed the storyteller to the side.

The storyteller's face turned black, "Who squeezed my shoes out!"

Most of the people who came here at first were women. After all, most of the women were able to sew clothes. It's just that some of them were extraordinarily delicate and some were poor.

Naturally, it is impossible for these people to stay in Luo Mansion. Yang Yan also has houses in other places in the capital, but the layout is much rougher, and they are usually used for storing things, but they can be used at this time.

Prepare a small amount of charcoal fire in a room, and let people watch them sew, arrange the order internally, report and supervise each other, and get promoted to the next level if they do well, and pay more.

Mrs. Wang couldn't be more familiar with these things, and she pulled out everyone who wanted to steal and play tricks, and beat them one by one.In order to set an example, Wang took off the hairpins and jewelry, sewed a dress by herself, and directed the people in the house to start work.

With Mrs. Wang taking over the woman's side, Luo Xi turned to work on newspaper recruitment.

In the thatched hut, the young man and the middle-aged man shivered under the quilt.

"It's snowing too much this year, Dad, I'm so cold."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, "I'll go to the work place to see, you wait for me at home."

The boy was startled, "Father, you are working outside in the winter, what if you get frozen?"

The middle-aged man wiped his face cruelly, put on his clothes and got up, "There is an air leak in the house, it's too cold to spend the winter in the house, I'm afraid there will be snow coming, why don't I go and have a look first."

With tears in his eyes, the young man watched the middle-aged man walk away. He also wanted to follow, but he didn't have any thick clothes.

In the evening, the middle-aged man came back out of breath, still holding a piece of clothing in his arms, "Come on, you will go to work with me tomorrow, it will be in the house, it will be very warm, and you will be in charge, and you can have pancakes to eat at night. "

The middle-aged man looked pleasantly surprised. It was a tile-roofed house, and there was no wind in the room. There was a charcoal fire to warm his body. come out.

I heard from the steward that the owner is kind. If someone’s house collapses, you can come to register with him. It is said that they will be arranged in a place called a "dormitory", but more than a dozen people need to squeeze into a room.

With thick clothes, you will not be afraid of the cold.

The boy stroked the sackcloth in surprise, the stitches were not fine, and even extraordinarily rough, but it was also a rare piece of clothing.

Things on the newspaper side are basically in the process, and the women's side is going to be a little faster, and several clothes have been made that day.Luo Xi was in the room, watching Wang's directing the woman's work, and sighed slightly.

People are complicated. Mrs. Wang is a good mother and the daughter-in-law of the Luo family. At least she can take on such responsibilities.