In the study, Yang Mingzhi poured tea for Yang Zhengshan, while Yang Zhengshan held both hands beside the brazier to warm them.
Chongshan Town was especially cold this year, and the heavy snow had been especially frequent as well.
Since the start of winter, three heavy snowfalls had already come down in succession at Chongshan Pass, each one a foot deep.
And today's weather was still gloomy and overcast. In roughly another two hours, another heavy snow would fall, and this one would last two days and two nights.
"Dad!"
Yang Mingzhi placed the tea in front of Yang Zhengshan.
Yang Zhengshan picked up the tea and took a small sip, then asked, "How is the situation in Fuzhou City?"
"Terrible!" Yang Mingzhi said.
Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly. This was within his expectations.
Ji Feiyu had rebelled, and Hou Yao had brought the North Route Reinforcement Battalion's twenty thousand soldiers to Chongshan Pass. After one great battle, those twenty thousand soldiers had suffered grievous casualties, and even those who survived were guilty men.
One must know that those over twenty thousand soldiers all came from Fuzhou's military households and commoner families.
And most of Fuzhou's military households and commoners were refugees who had only migrated there over these years.
Fuzhou's foundation had been shallow to begin with, and now it had lost so many soldiers besides. This made Fuzhou even poorer.
Moreover, quite a few of Fuzhou's commoners and military households might harbor hatred toward the current Chongshan Town because of the Battle of Chongshan Pass.
"Stabilize the situation first. If anyone causes trouble, there is no need to have any scruples," Yang Zhengshan said calmly.
"This child understands. This child isn't worried about anyone causing trouble. It's just that the people of Fuzhou live in poverty and hardship, and