Lanyan City.
Heavy snow was falling, and winter plum blossoms were in full bloom. The imperial garden of Ze Tian Palace was filled with the rustling sound of snow falling to the ground. A group of imperial guards walked slowly through the falling snow, and palace maids were serving in the pavilion of the imperial garden with heaters in their hands. On the table was the Nuwa Zither, which was shining brightly. Qin Yin was sitting at the side, but she was not in the mood to play the zither.
Lin Muyu was dressed in a white imperial guard armor. Looking at the falling snow outside the pavilion, she couldn't help but shiver. She said, "It seems that the weather has turned cold again …"
"It's not that the weather has turned cold, but that we have become weaker," Qin Yin said with a faint smile, "Someone, bring a robe for Brother Yu."
"Yes, Your Highness." A palace maid turned and left.
Tang Xiaoxi sat on the railing of the pavilion, and the power of the law of flames was circulating in her palm. She blinked her bright eyes and said, "In just one day, I have lost another 10% of my divine power. I'm afraid that my cultivation will become that of a mortal in seven days."
Lin Muyu walked forward and reached out to brush the falling snow off her shoulder. She said, "Me too. My power is disappearing like a gushing river. This is the punishment of the gods by the heavens …"
Qin Yin said, "Once we become mortals, I'm afraid that the attack of the Celestial Pole Land will come."
"Don't worry. We will deal with it when it comes. Our defense along the coastline can be said to be impregnable." Lin Muyu took a deep breath. "Yesterday, I have already ordered Torch Dragon to bring 30,000 naval troops to the East Sea to ambush and wait for my orders. In this battle, we will only fight with Yangshang on the sea. We must eliminate more than half of Yangshang's military forces in one battle!"
"Yes."
Qin Yin smiled sweetly. "With Brother Yu around, I don't have to worry too much …"
…
"Rustle, rustle …"
Amidst the sound of footsteps, Feng Jixing, dressed in a white robe, came treading on the snow. He knelt down respectfully. "Greetings, Your Highness!"
"General Feng, please rise. What's the matter?"
"Yes."
Feng Jixing said in a low voice, "The snow has been falling intermittently for nearly a month. All the major provinces have sent letters requesting for help. In some areas, the snow is as deep as three meters, enough to drown anyone, making it impossible to travel. Many of the poor people's cotton-padded clothes are unable to withstand this rare cold, and they have frozen to death at home. Currently … there are poor people frozen to death in all the provinces. At least thousands, at most tens of thousands."
Qin Yin's shoulders couldn't help but shiver. She mumbled, "Ask Aunt Lian to draft an imperial edict, ordering the governors of the major provinces to oversee the rescue work. They can use the local armies to assist in the rescue. In the imperial edict, state clearly that the governors who slack in the rescue work will be beheaded without exception."
"Yes!"
Feng Jixing cupped his fists and said, "Then this subordinate will go and do it now?"
Lin Muyu asked, "Brother Feng, is there anyone who froze to death in Lanyan City?"
"Yes …" Feng Jixing said with some difficulty, "According to the statistics from four hours ago, more than three hundred people froze to death in Lanyan City. Most of them were wanderers, and some of them were commoners who couldn't afford charcoal to keep out the cold."
Lin Muyu sighed, "Use the national treasury's resources to save the commoners."
"But …" Feng Jixing frowned, "The national treasury's resources are used for war. Are we really going to use it to save the commoners?"
"Yes."
Lin Muyu looked up at the falling snow in the sky and said, "Why is the heavens angry? I think it's because we never care about the commoners' lives. We only covet for hegemony. Whether we win this war or not, we can't let the common people down."
"Yes, I understand."
Feng Jixing nodded and said, "Yu, have you tried using divine power to change the temperature and abnormal weather?"
"It's useless. Divine power can't change the weather of Tianfa. I've tried."
"Sigh, then I'll go and do something."
"I'll go with you."
"Okay!"
…
In the evening, on Lanyan City's Tongtian Street, a group of imperial soldiers swept the snow on the road with brooms. Lin Muyu and Feng Jixing walked side by side in front of the group. Behind them were carts filled with charcoal. Ze Tian Palace took out their reserves and distributed charcoal and all kinds of living necessities to the commoners on Tongtian Street.
As they walked, there was a sudden "boom". Not far away, a wooden house collapsed, followed by heart-wrenching cries.
The snow was so thick that many houses collapsed under the weight of it.
Lin Muyu took a big stride forward and used her divine power to lift up the collapsed house. She saw a mother and son curled up in the corner of the house, shivering.
"Come out quickly," Lin Muyu said.
The mother was shocked and ran out with her son in her arms. Then she knelt on the ground and kowtowed. "Thank you, my lady … thank you for saving our lives …"
"You're welcome." Lin Muyu helped them up. Seeing that the house was no longer livable, she looked at Feng Jixing. "Brother Feng, is there an emergency refugee camp?"
"There is, but it's already full of refugees." Feng Jixing was helpless. "Forget it. Someone, send this mother and son to the imperial army's camp. Order the brothers to take out spare tents and build a few refugee camps in the imperial army's camp. Provide them with food every day."
"Yes, commander!" Guan Xing was dressed in a white robe. He cupped his fists and said, "Commander, how many refugees do we need? I'll make the arrangements. "
"How many tents do we have? How much can we afford?"
"If the imperial army's rations are reduced by 30% every day, we can save about 20,000 refugees. There should be enough tents."
"Then go and do it." Feng Jixing waved his hand and said, "Saving people is more important. Go and do it immediately."
"Yes!"
Guan Xing spurred his horse and left.
Lin Muyu nodded. Looking at the thickening snow on the ground, she said in a low voice, "Wei Chou."
"Lin General, I'm here. Please give me your orders!"
"Like the imperial army, Longdan Army Camp should also take out our spare supplies and build refugee camps on the empty land in the south and north of the city. Remember, send people to clean every day. We can't let the refugee camps collapse."
"Yes, I'll do it right now!"
Wei Chou carried the Houyi Bow and got on his horse.
"Yu, Longdan Army Camp is the empire's main force in the future war against the Celestial Pole Continent. Are you going to reduce the rations of the Longdan Army Camp?" Feng Jixing asked with a smile.
Lin Muyu smiled bitterly and shrugged. "What can I do? Just like what you said, saving people is more important. We will no longer be gods. Since we are mortals, we should put our conscience first."
"Say, what is the meaning of heavenly punishment? Why do bad gods and good gods lose their power?" Feng Jixing looked up at the sky and said, "I don't think I've done anything that goes against my conscience other than war. However, my strength is also rapidly depleting. It's going to be difficult to even kill a chicken soon. What's going on?"
"I don't know either. Perhaps … heavenly punishment is to punish all gods."
"Let's go and continue to send charcoal and clothes."
"Yes."
…
Further ahead, there were corpses lying on the snowy ground. Some of the corpses were wearing very thin clothes. They were frozen to death, and their skin was covered with a layer of frost.
Even when they died, the place where their corpses were placed occupied the streets.
In the distance, a group of homeless people ran over. They frantically stripped the clothes of the dead and put them on themselves. All of them were shivering in the cold.
"Damn it, they're even robbing the clothes of the dead?!"
Zhang Wei shouted angrily. His palm was already on the hilt of his saber.
Lin Muyu hurriedly raised her hand. "Old Zhang, don't do it. They have no choice. If they don't rob the clothes of the dead, they will be the next corpse. Someone, give each of these homeless people a coat. "
"Yes, Lin General!"
Intimidated by the dignity of a soldier, the homeless people obediently took a coat and disappeared into the street corner.
"Yu, do you know how much a coat like this can sell for?" Feng Jixing asked.
"I don't know."
"Three Jinyin coins."
"Oh my god, so expensive?!"
"Yes."
Feng Jixing said meaningfully, "If I'm not wrong, these tramps will sell their cotton-padded clothes. Who knows which tavern they'll be drinking hard liquor and cuddling with girls tonight. Actually, letting these people freeze to death might not be a bad thing."
Lin Muyu couldn't help but laugh. "Damn, you have this kind of thinking. The heavenly punishment will punish you first. No wonder your power is depleting faster than mine!"
Feng Jixing laughed. "I'm not happy when you say that. My way of thinking has nothing to do with kindness. I'm just more rational. I can't be a goody two shoes."
"No matter what, it's a life. As long as they don't harm the heavens, we can't decide their fate."
"Brat, you seem to have improved!"
"Of course."
"But I'm still punished by the heavenly punishment. When you return to the Holy Heaven State, I'll fight it out with you! Hahaha … "
"Damn!"
Suddenly, Feng Jixing bumped his shoulder and pointed ahead. "Look, we're at the Spiritual Medicine Department. Isn't that Yao?"
"Oh?"
Lin Muyu looked over, and sure enough, there were dozens of tents set up in front of the Spirit Medicine Department, as well as a special tent for treating injuries. The staff of the Spirit Medicine Department were busy delivering food and drink, and one of the beautiful figures taking the pulse was Chu Yao.
…
"Big Sister Chu Yao!"
Lin Muyu called from afar with a bright smile.
Chu Yao's entire body trembled. She turned around and saw that it was Lin Muyu. She immediately lifted her skirt and walked over in a few steps. She opened her arms and hugged him, smiling extremely sweetly: "Stinking brat, you're finally back!"
"Yes, I've been busy all day and didn't come to see you. I can't believe we met here. It's really fate!"
Chu Yao glared at him. "You heartless brat. You won't come to see me even if I don't come to see you? Are you guys … delivering supplies? "
"Yes, we're transferring some military supplies from the national treasury for emergency purposes."
"That's right! Those stingy fellows in the Ministry of Revenue can't even bear to take out supplies to help the victims. I'm thinking of reporting them to Xiao Yin! "
"No need to report them. We'll deal with them later!"
"Good, good, good! How long will you be back at Shattered Cauldron Realm? "
"I'm afraid it will be a long time. There's going to be a war soon."
"Ah, another war?" Chu Yao was a little unhappy. As the Great Deacon of the Spiritual Medicine Department, she was responsible for saving lives and healing the wounded. Naturally, she didn't want to see a war.
"There's no other way. If we don't fight, others will come and fight us. We can only fight to stop the war."
Lin Muyu pulled Chu Yao's hand and said with a smile, "Come back to Ze Tian Palace with me after you're done. Let's have a meal together as a family. There's still wine and meat in Ze Tian Palace."
"Yes!"
Chu Yao's heart warmed, and her smile became even sweeter. It was as if her wait hadn't been in vain.
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