The winter of Longqing's fourth year was bitterly cold.
The heavy snow that had fallen last night still had not stopped by noon the next day. Yet there was not much snow to be seen on Jingcheng's roads.
Jingcheng had a highly developed sanitation system. Groups of elderly people living alone, as well as disabled veterans, came out to clear the snow before dawn.
Afterward, they would meet up with their workmates at breakfast stalls along the street. They drank bowls of steaming mutton soup, ate some dry provisions, and had a cup of warm wine.
They ate and drank, gathered together to shoot the breeze, and by then another layer of snow had fallen. Then they would leisurely go back to clearing it. After working for a while, they would gather again to chat.
Nor did they have to suffer from the cold. Every street had an open space where temporary greenhouses made of wood and glass had been set up. Sanitation workers could rest there, and people too tired to keep walking could stop and catch their breath.
Overall, under Wang Yan's governance, the city's operations and supporting infrastructure had already become quite modern. The only issue was that the technology itself remained rather rudimentary, but there was always someone to handle and solve any problem...
As the new-generation heavyweight king of Great Ming, bearing the responsibility for the empire's two capitals and thirteen provinces... Oh, no. Because of the campaign to manage Liaodong, the Nurgan Regional Military Commission had been abolished and replaced with Jilin Province. Its territory remained that of the former Nurgan Regional Military Commission, but under a different name, with migration, integration, and direct administration now underway.
The name Jilin came from the Manchu language and meant "city by the river." Wang Yan could