Lu Ming

Chapter 615 Night in Guangzhou

In the long winter night, the cold air is like a sword, and large flakes of snow are falling from the sky.Under the dim light of the street lamps, the snowflakes were no longer white at this moment, and disappeared into the depths of the dark night amidst the flickering.

The sound of rustling snowflakes did not disturb the humans separated by the wall.Through the large-format glass window, one can see that under the milky white LED desk lamp, a middle-aged man is concentrating on writing at his desk.

"The situation between the enemy and the enemy is complicated and there are sufficient preparations to keep out the cold. Turn passive into active to take advantage of the favorable opportunity of extreme weather. Mobilize elite troops to launch the Xijiang Campaign to open up the Guangdong-Guangxi passage to kill and catch a batch. Deter and win over the landlord class along the way."

The sound of "shuashua" notes kept flowing from the tip of the pen.As the middle-aged man worked hard to write, a murderous red-headed document was gradually completed on paper.Finally, when the nib of the pen wrote a series of department names that needed to be conveyed, this important document representing the will of the empire was declared complete.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Xia Xianze screwed on the cap of the Montblanc pen, reached out and threw the document into the basket, leaned back on the chair, and rubbed his forehead wearily.

After picking up the espresso on the table and taking a sip, he sighed: "After all, time is not forgiving." Xia Xianze, who was in the middle age, felt more and more clearly about the aging of his body at this moment.

I think back when he received friends from the Land and Resources Bureau, it was a one-stop game of eating, drinking and playing. After moving to many places to drink until dawn, the next day he could accompany friends from the Construction Bureau to fight in the rivers and lakes again. In the early morning, he was in high spirits and had to go back to the company to preside over the work.

Today, he gets dizzy after working for more than 10 hours.If you work overtime to write documents like today, you will get tired earlier.Over time, not only the cranial neuralgia, but also the lumbar and cervical spine will protest.

But it won't work if you don't work overtime!

As the powerful prime minister of the empire, Xia Xianze had to deal with endless official affairs every day, and there were very few days when he could relax.

Especially in the recent period, due to the continuous cooling of Guangdong and the snowstorm that has not been seen in a thousand years, Xia Xianze's workload has also increased significantly.Not only did he have to command various government departments to jointly fight against the disaster, but he also took time to hold meetings with the cabinet to discuss contingency matters. It can be said that he was extremely busy.

In fact, for travelers with historical records, the blizzard weather in Guangdong was already expected.

For this reason, as early as the enclosure period, various government departments have successively made preparations.Today, the various materials used by the transmigration forces to resist the cold winter can be said to be sufficient, not only to meet the needs of the "ruled" people, but also to support other areas.

And this was why Xia Xianze was so busy.There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, and with the delivery of batches of relief supplies, Xia Xianze not only has to manipulate the propaganda department to occupy the high ground of public opinion, publicize the great truth of "Master Cao is unparalleled in righteousness", but also takes the opportunity to talk to everyone Local Ming officials colluded with each other to rob and consolidate the control power of the crossing forces at the grassroots level, and compete for the hearts of the people.

The above busy state is just daily life.On this basis, Xia Xianze also listened to reports from relevant departments to discuss and promote the implementation of the Xijiang Campaign.

The Xijiang River is the main waterway from Guangdong to Guangxi, and it is also a passage in the direction of Yunnan and Guizhou.In this era without high-speed rail and expressways, Xijiang actually assumed the main channel function of bulk logistics between Guangdong and Guangxi.

Like other waterways in this era, water transport on the Xijiang River also faced long-term constraints from natural disasters and man-made disasters: the undredged waterway was fast and dangerous, there were numerous gangs of water bandits along the way, and commercial travel was restricted in many ways.

Just in time, and this time the blizzard weather gave the traveler a chance: in the case of heavy snow, not to mention the disappearance of business travel, the traditional water bandit gangs will also be greatly restricted in their ability to move.

At this time, Cao's soldiers and horses, who have the advantages of reconnaissance, night combat, melee combat, and complete cold zone combat materials, can send troops to clean up the banks of the Xijiang River at a relatively small cost, and wipe out all kinds of immobile water bandits.

This opportunity to clean up Xijiang has been around for a long time. It was posted on the forum a few years ago.Later, not only the army had a plan, but the cabinet had already heard about it.So when the heavy snow fell, Xia Xianze immediately listened to the military's report and began to make plans to promote the matter.

Tonight, with the release of Xia Xianze's document, the Xijiang Campaign has entered the formal implementation stage.

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As the coffee in his cup bottomed out, Xia Xianze's thoughts also returned to reality.He raised his wrist to look at his watch, and found that it was already 11 o'clock in the middle of the night before he knew it.The next moment, he got up and put on his woolen coat and top hat, then turned off the desk lamp, closed the door and went downstairs.

As soon as he went out, two young men, a man and a woman, stood up at the secretary's desk at the door: "My lord."

"Yeah." Xia Xianze nodded, "Clean up and get off work."

"Yes."

After dismissing the secretary, the Prime Minister continued to move forward.Soon at the stairs, there was a middle-aged man with a calm face at the duty desk on the second floor: "My lord, are you going home or going out?"

Xia Xianze didn't stop walking when he heard the words, and waved his hands at the same time: "No need to call a car, I'll just go out and take a walk."

"Yes." The middle-aged man waved his hand to the air while obeying.So when the lord went downstairs, he quietly followed behind him two sturdy, vigorous-looking security guards with pistol holsters on their waists.And when the adults went down to the door on the first floor, two more guards opened the door for him.

Xia Xianze, who had long been used to being surrounded by bodyguards, faced the heavy snow outside the door at this moment, took a deep breath, and then walked out.

Due to the flaws in the original design and the lack of building materials, this humble building known as the "Prime Minister's Mansion" is actually the same as the mansion in the old world. It is only suitable for the prime minister to work, not for living.

In this way, after Xia Xianze got off work every day, as long as time allowed, most of the time he would take a walk home - through the years, everyone, including Xia Xianze, had married a native Ming girl and started a family.

In the courtyard of the prime minister's official residence, a thick layer of snow has accumulated, and there is a "creaking" sound when stepping on it.

Xia Xianze, who was walking in the courtyard, felt the snowflakes blowing on his face, and felt inexplicably relieved: "I haven't seen snow for several years now."

Over the past few years, most of the people have stayed in the warm south, so they really haven't seen snow for a long time.

After walking around the courtyard twice with his head lowered, Xia Xianze walked out of the Iron Art Gate stepping on the thick snow, exhaling white breath.

The sentry at the door, wearing a military overcoat with snow on his shoulders, immediately stood up with a gun and saluted when he saw the lord going out.

Xia Xianze nodded and stood at the gate thinking for a while.At the entrance is the dim and silent long street, with flying snowflakes, and it is impossible to see anything 20 meters away.

At the moment, on his right, are a series of small courtyards of government departments.Going further, you will come to a community where the crossing people live, and Xia Xianze's home is also there.

Opposite him, across an asphalt road, is also a row of government departments, and they are key departments such as finance and internal affairs.

And on his left hand is a "dead end road".Lying at the end of the road is the palace commonly known as the "big supermarket".

A short section of the road brings together all the key departments of the crossing regime.This area, after get off work in the evening, will be blocked by surveillance, and ordinary people cannot approach it at all.So at the moment, the long street is empty, only the small buildings on both sides are still lit with dots of light, which means that some workaholics are still working hard all night.

Xia Xianze seems to have something on his mind today.After standing in front of the official residence and looking left and right, he did not turn right to go home as usual, but turned left and walked towards the palace.

The palace is very close, two to 300 meters away.A few minutes later, Xia Xianze walked through the same wrought iron gate and stepped into the palace with a snowflake in his body.

Although the owner of this building is often elusive, at least tonight, the palace is not lonely.

Before reaching the second floor, the Prime Minister heard the roar from the high-fidelity speaker.The girl's high-pitched voice and familiar melody made the Prime Minister trance for a while - what was played on the stereo was an ancient dance song "Wow" from the old world.

When the prime minister went up to the second floor, what he saw was a lively scene.

Under the bright lights, a large group of time travelers seem to be having a party.They held wine glasses in their hands, which exuded the aroma of champagne, Moutai and Wuliangye.

No doubt the gang had been drinking for quite some time.They gathered under the wrought-iron LED lights in the middle of the hall, all with red faces and open collars, twisting their buttocks and roaring in a circle.

Surrounded by the drunks was Li Dazui, the boss of Haojingao who was performing a hot dance, and the spokesperson of the entertainment industry.This gentleman has obviously drunk already, with his bare upper body showing white flesh, he is gaiting, putting his little finger across his mouth to COSPLAY Li Zhenxian, rubbing his pectoralis major muscles from time to time, the scene is unsightly.

After Xia Xianze went upstairs, seeing this scene, he shook his head helplessly and quietly walked around the group of drunks.

Since it is a supermarket layout, there is naturally a room behind the hall.The next moment, as expected, the Prime Minister saw tonight's target in a room at the back—His Majesty the Emperor Cao Chuan, who was smoking a cigar and talking about the mountains with a few cross-travelers.

Obviously, His Majesty the Emperor is a bit special today.

Before that, the emperor spent most of his time disappearing, and rarely communicated with the people who traveled through time.Usually, if there was something to explain, he would just say a few words to Xia Xianze in a hurry.The scene of "having fun with the people" like today has only happened two or three times since crossing.

So Xia Xianze was a little surprised.In fact, he received a call in the afternoon, knowing that Cao Chuan was back.Unexpectedly, the emperor unexpectedly held a party in the palace unexpectedly.

Looking down at the Cohiba cigar box on the coffee table, Xia Xianze frowned unnaturally.He knew that all the enjoyment of these drunks today, including those Moutai champagne and Wuliangye Cuban cigars, must be old world luxury goods brought by His Majesty the emperor personally - these things must occupy the quota!
Xia Xianze, who usually distributed quotas to various departments until his hair turned gray, was a little upset at this moment.

At the same time, Emperor Cao, who saw Xia Xianze entering the door, did not realize that the other party was in a bad mood, but laughed and said, "Ha, the Prime Minister is here! Hurry up, pour champagne for President Xia, and cut the cigar!"

(End of this chapter)