Dressed as a beautiful, strong and miserable master in the text of master and apprentice

Chapter 45 The Emperor of the World (18)

After the new year, Yun Yihuan's teachings to Sima Yan became more and more severe. It is not so easy to catch up with the content of more than ten years in just one or two years.

The papers written by Sima Yan can be piled up into mountains, and the writing brushes alone have been replaced by a dozen or so. He gets up at [-] o'clock every day, first practice martial arts for an hour, spend a quarter of an hour with breakfast, and then rush to the master Reading and studying in the courtyard of Yun Yi Huan. Every day, I go through yesterday’s content every day. I am teaching a new lesson. I have lunch for a quarter of an hour in the middle of the day. Learned content, until the end of the unitary hour.

Every time Sima Yan went back to his yard, the sun was already setting and the sun was setting. After dinner, Sima Yan still had to finish the homework assigned for the day. After the day's homework was finished, it was Haishi and it was time to go to bed.

Zuo Zhu stood aside every night grinding ink for Sima Yan. He grew up with Sima Yan since he was a child. Although the relationship between master and servant, he has long been in love with brothers.

"Master, you are too lucky every day." Zuo Zhu couldn't help complaining, "I get up early every day, and I don't have to rest at night. The young master didn't like to write in the past, but now he writes every day and stays up late. If you go on like this It's all over."

After Sima Yan finished writing a page, he looked up at him with indescribably serious eyes, "Zuo Zhu, don't say that, reading and writing are also good for me."

"Yes." Zuo Zhu was silent for a moment, then apologized, "Master, I know I was wrong."

"There won't be another time." After Sima Yan warned, he lowered his head and studied hard.

Spring is coming, autumn is coming, and winter is coming again.

This year is only September, and the weather is already extremely cold. Everyone put on winter padded jackets and used charcoal fires early.

"Sir, this winter is really cold!" Sima Xuan, wearing a padded jacket and holding a heater in his arms, sighed as he watched the north wind howling in the courtyard.

"This is just the beginning." Yun Yihuan stretched out her hand to feel the strong wind, "It will get colder and colder in the future."

"The cold time will probably be delayed to April and May next year."

"It's been so long, and it's so cold." Sima Xuan sighed, "When the cold snap comes, I don't know how many people will die outside."

He thought how could the current imperial court have the money to deal with the snow disaster?
"Sir, I have prepared all the things you asked me to prepare. Coal, cloth, bedding, and tents have all been bought early. Some are much cheaper because they are purchased in summer."

"Is there enough stuff? But is there still something lacking?"

"enough!"

"Brothers of Wuyin Mountain, I divided half of them and hid them in another courtyard in my city."

"Okay." Yun Yihuan nodded, "There are enough food and grass for soldiers and horses, we just wait for the right time."

Wrapped in a fox fur cloak and holding a hand warmer in his hand, Wang Zhi looked at the cold wind whistling outside the door, his brows tightened, the weather was really strange.

There may be a snow disaster this year, and once the snow disaster occurs, there will be countless victims, and there may be chaos again at that time.

It's better for him to wrap up the money and run away quickly, but he heard that another county magistrate in another city was beheaded by bandits.

"Housekeeper Mo, go to the accountant, I have something to ask him."

"Grandpa, why do you want to see the accountant all of a sudden?"

Wang Zhi sighed leisurely, "Butler Mo, it's getting more and more difficult to be an official. I, it's better to retreat early."

Housekeeper Mo was shocked, "Master is leaving?"

Wang Zhi didn't hide from him, and said, "I'm leaving, you can leave here with me when the time comes."

Wang Zhi is still very optimistic about Steward Mo's ability, and he will save a lot of effort if he can have Steward Mo follow him.

"Butler Mo, I won't hide it from you. Look at the weather. It's only September and it's so cold. There will be snowstorms this year. When the disaster happens, I don't know how many rebels will be there. It's not peaceful here."

A gleam flashed in Mo Butler's eyes, and a smile appeared on his face, "Grandpa, this is a great blessing."

"Grandpa, you are lucky."

Wang Zhi was puzzled, "What kind of luck?"

"My lord, why didn't you think of it? Whenever there is a disaster, the money and food used to relieve the victims will be distributed from above."

"At that time..." Butler Mo chuckled twice, "Won't all these things fall into the hands of the adults?"

The land of Suzhou has always been prosperous, and there has been no disaster in the past few years since he took office, and he has never been greedy for this money.

However, he has been an official for many years, so he naturally knows that the money and food for disaster relief are very rich, so it is good to make a fortune.

"But..." Wang Zhi still hesitated, "But, now that the imperial court is empty of finances inside and outside, and there are bandits everywhere, can the imperial court still give us relief?"

"My lord, why don't you understand this? The court is in trouble, and the belt has been tightened, and this relief silver has to be distributed."

"The government forces the people to rebel. With so many disaster victims, if the court just sits idly by, won't it force them to rebel?"

Wang Zhi struggled for a moment, and felt that what Butler Mo said was reasonable, but he thought of those officials who were killed and was afraid.

In the end, money blinded his eyes, and he finally decided to take the risk and take a gamble.

"Alright, Housekeeper Mo, then I'll make a fortune!"

Butler Mo nodded in agreement, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Why don't you just write the envelope and hand it over now? Don't say anything else, just say that the weather in Jiangsu is different now, but it's already very cold in September. The people above knew that there was going to be a snow disaster at a glance."

Wang Zhi nodded repeatedly and said yes, "You are right, hand over my brochure earlier."

He couldn't help laughing, "It's better to let the people above prepare the money earlier."

"Butler Mo, this money needs to be made, and our retreat must be handled well."

As he spoke, he took out a letter, "You instruct someone to mail this letter, and I have written the address on it."

Wang Zhi took it and answered, "Yes."

"Okay, hurry up, don't delay, I'm going to write a booklet too."

"Yes." After Butler Mo stepped back, Wang Zhi walked towards the study alone humming a little tune.

With this sum of money, he is finally safe for the rest of his life.

At that time, there will be someone there to pick him up, and he will be able to take care of himself for the rest of his life.

In the cold beginning of September, the people near Jiangling City can still spend the day, go out to work and earn some hard money.

But at the end of September, it snowed heavily all night, and the next day, the mountains were covered by heavy snow, the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the rivers were also covered with ice, making it difficult for poor people to even go out.

In order to keep warm, they used up all the firewood in the house.

In the first month covered by heavy snow, countless people died quietly. Some died of freezing to death on the side of the road, some died of poisoning while warming at home, and some died of freezing to death at home.

Life in the city is not easy either. Coal has already become a sky-high price. How can the poor afford it?Food has also become scarce, and prices have continued to rise.

(End of this chapter)