It snowed heavily for a day and a night, and the height of the snow exceeded the knees. This snow seemed to have returned the snow of the whole winter, and it was difficult to open the door from the indoors.

In such snowy days, let alone the morning court cancellation, you cannot go to the yamen on time.

Zhou Shuren is used to getting up early. When he gets up, the servants are cleaning the snow with lanterns. They go out for a walk and get up when they come back to see their wife.

"Why did you get up so early today?"

Zhulan has changed her clothes, "It gets up as she listens to the sound of shoveling snow. It's very snow outside?"

Zhou Shuren, "Well, the place I didn't cleaned during the day yesterday, I looked thicker than my knees."

Zhulan tiptoed through the glass window and saw the snow clearly through the light of the lanterns. "I don't know if it's just like the capital, or it's a large area."

Zhou Shuren began to wash his hands, "It should be a large area."

After the couple washed up, it was still not dawn. When breakfast was brought up, the sky became brighter. When they looked carefully, they found that it was still dark clouds and there seemed to be heavy snow.

After breakfast, Mr. Zhou and others came to the main courtyard. Mr. Zhou was responsible for clearing snow in the entire house and a section of roads at the gate of the mansion. Since the roads were built in the capital, the roads at the gate of the mansion in winter have been managed by various companies, increasing the efficiency of clearing snow in winter.

Today, except for some important yamen, we need to go to the yamen, other departments will rest today.

Chang Yi said, "Dad, my son will send you to the Ministry of Revenue later."

Zhou Shuren waved his hand, "No."

The guards in the palace just passed a message that he was about to enter the palace later. His guess was correct. This heavy snow was a large area.

Chang Zhi held the hand stove in his arms, "Worrying that it won't snow in winter, now it's a disaster. This is a hell of weather."

Zhou Shuren remained silent. He had a good memory. During the Little Ice River period in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, natural disasters occurred frequently, abnormal climates in the north and south, and obvious temperature drops. Unfortunately, he did not understand Xiao Ice River, but he just had an impression and did not remember the specific time.

"Dad, dad."

Zhou Shuren came back to his senses, "What did you say just now? I was distracted."

Changzhi said: "I said you wear more clothes, and it will be windy outside."

Zhou Shuren nodded with a smile, "Yes."

It doesn't matter if he doesn't remember, just vigorously support agriculture and produce more grain.

It was not too early for Zhou Shuren to enter the palace, and someone had already arrived.

The emperor noticed the snow on Zhou Shuren's cloak, "It's snowing again."

Zhou Shuren nodded, "Well, I'm not a small one."

The Emperor, "It seems that the snow disaster is a ban on the wheat. There is no problem with the capital now. The main reason is that the disaster relief in several nearby states covered with heavy snow must be in place."

Fortunately, the road has been repaired and the snow is much more convenient, so it is also convenient to transport supplies.

The emperor ordered one by one, and Zhou Shuren was responsible for paying the money. In the past two years, it was considered good weather. There was no war granary with relatively abundant grain, and the grain for disaster relief in each state was enough.

In the past, some people dared to think about the grain in the granary, such as using bad as good, adding sand and gravel to the grain, or directly using unstolen grain into the warehouse.

When the Supreme Emperor had not abdicated, Zhou Shuren vaguely mentioned to the Supreme Emperor that the granary was the bottom line, and whoever touched him would die, this scale could not be opened.

When the Emperor heard this, he started to attack and killed several chickens after he didn't make any arrangements. He finally realized that the food could not be touched.

At that time, the Supreme Emperor changed the law for this and would never tolerate the three clans.

Because of a series of actions, the result was that the granary was surplus, and the court had the confidence to have disaster.

The wind and snow outside were quite heavy, and the ministers received an order to leave the palace, and Zhou Shuren was left by the emperor.

The emperor said: "I want the prince to go to the disaster area to see it. Zhou Aiqing, I hope you will lead the team."

Many of the disaster relief issues were proposed by Zhou Shuren. Zhou Shuren made an indelible contribution to the disaster relief system that the court can gradually improve.

Zhou Shuren had other ideas about his intuition with his father, but he just didn't mention it.

So he hoped that Zhou Shuren would take the prince around to see the seriousness of the disaster, and he also hoped that Zhou Shuren would teach the prince more.

Zhou Shuren's beard twitched, and the Ministry of Revenue took out the money. Some officials of the Ministry of Revenue were just watching him. He, the Minister of State, was idle. He wanted to rest for a few more days at home, but the emperor would not let him go to rest.

The emperor continued: "The prince is different from me. When I was a child, my country was just established, and I and my father were always nervous. The prince was happier than me, so he was not as mature as me. I cannot make the court turmoil in order to cultivate the prince, and the future country does not need an ambitious crown prince. What the country needs is an emperor who can govern the country well, so teach him more, let him keep the people in his heart, and let him grow up and bear the burden of the country."

Zhou Shuren was moved inside. Whether it was the Supreme Emperor or the ambitious Emperor, both generations of them could not deny that they were good emperors to the people, "Yes."

The smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth widened, why did he hold Zhou Shuren unwilling to let go? Because his father and he knew that Zhou Shuren had many ideas in his mind. Zhou Shuren's ability may not be the best, but no one can surpass Zhou Shuren's ideas.

It was already very snowy when Zhou Shuren left the palace. There was someone holding an umbrella around him. When he left the palace, the street had cleared the road where the carriage was driving.

Zhou Shuren first went back to the Ministry of Revenue and arranged the matter. Then he called Qiu Yan and Lord Liu to look at the Ministry of Revenue. He was going to leave Beijing for some time this time.

In the afternoon, Zhulan was surprised, "Why did you come back suddenly?"

Zhou Shuren took off his hat, and the snow left on the hat fell into his neck and shrank coldly, "I will leave Beijing with the prince tomorrow. I will go here for at least ten days. Please help me pack my luggage."

Zhulan frowned, "The prince left Beijing?"

"Well, the emperor asked me to take the prince to study."

Zhulan's eyebrows still didn't let go, "It's so painful to go out in this cold weather."

"The emperor is willing to let the prince suffer."

Zhulan didn't say anything anymore, "I'll bring you more clothes, you have to take good care of yourself when you go out."

She understood the emperor's intention, but she felt sorry for her husband.

Zhou Shuren smiled, "If the prince succeeds to the throne, there will be a kind emperor who is good to the country, the people, and our family."

Zhulan sighed, "I'll pack your luggage now."

"Um."

When Changzhong heard that his father was back, he ran back from the front yard study room, "Dad, you came back so early today."

"Did you study hard at home?"

Changzhong relies on his intelligence to be smart, but after he lived with Mingrui for a while, his attitude towards studying was particularly serious, "My son is serious."

Zhou Shuren held his son's hand and could already touch the calluses on his fingertips. This was left by practicing calligraphy since childhood. He sighed in his heart that if he were in modern times, he would not have asked his son like this.

However, in ancient times, Changzhi was the youngest son, who had been young since he was a child, had to put in a lot of ability to learn from the top resources he brought, "Are you tired?"

Chang Zhong shook his head, "Not tired."
Chapter completed!