Night fell.
Suddenly, fine, scattered snowflakes began to drift down again.
At this moment, Jiang Ning walked along the road, treading on the soft accumulated snow. There was not a single person around.
In weather this vile, even in the Inner City, few were willing to go out.
"This winter, the Outer City will probably have people freezing to death again!"
Thinking of the Outer City, Jiang Ning could not help sighing inwardly.
In his previous life, when he had lived in the north, every winter he could always see stray cats frozen to death in deserted corners.
Surviving the winter!
In an era with underdeveloped productivity, it had always been something that could take lives.
So Jiang Ning knew very well that in this era, with this year also happening to be a year of great drought, even if the common people around Luoshui County could draw water from the Luo River to irrigate their fields, the harvest would not be good.
Without a good harvest, surviving the winter would once again become an extremely difficult matter.
And this was still the common people of Luoshui County, which neighbored the Luo River.
If it were farther away, and they encountered such a year of great drought without a water source to irrigate their fields, then it would be a true natural disaster, a natural disaster that could leave the common people displaced and wandering.
Along the way, Jiang Ning thought of many things.
A long while later, he shook his head and scattered the distracting thoughts in his mind.
He knew this matter had nothing to do with him.
Nor could he manage it.
Let alone him—even that person who received the court bows of the hundred officials could not manage this matter.
Before natural disaster, human strength was