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Lin Feng gazed at the swirling snowflakes filling the sky and slowly spoke, "Rui Xue, a year of abundant harvests!" His eyes were captivated by the pristine beauty of the snow, yet he was acutely aware that behind this seemingly lovely scene often lay endless disasters.
At this moment, far away on the northern grasslands, fierce winds whipped the snow into a frenzy, producing sharp howling sounds. This year had been particularly calamitous for the Jing Kingdom. The war with the Liang Kingdom had not brought the anticipated benefits; instead, it had plunged the nation's economy into turmoil. Now, this rare heavy snowfall was adding insult to injury, leaving the Jing Emperor in a terrible mood.
Originally, the Jing Emperor had planned to launch a series of raids before winter set in to seize various necessary supplies, hoping to ensure that his people could celebrate a relatively stable New Year. However, fate did not favor him; the overwhelming snowfall severely affected the soldiers' combat effectiveness and military mobility. Reluctantly, all military operations had to be postponed until spring.
In contrast, the situation in Wu Kingdom initially seemed quite different. When the first snowflakes fell, people were filled with joy, believing that this snow heralded a bountiful year ahead. However, as time passed and the snowfall intensified, the weather grew increasingly bitterly cold. Many people's optimistic spirits were gradually crushed by reality; the joy they had felt turned into deep concern for the impending disaster.
In Jiangcheng, a city located near Wu City, life was notably quieter and more remote compared to the bustling metropolis. This winter brought unprecedented calamities to this area. The snowfall here far exceeded that of other regions; thick flakes fell like goose feathers and soon piled up to heights resembling small mountains. Rough estimates indicated that the snow depth reached several feet—over a meter thick in modern measurements.
Such depth was undoubtedly catastrophic for ordinary citizens. Most families lived in poverty and lacked the financial means to purchase expensive coal for heating. Their only reliance was on a meager supply of firewood they had managed to store. In such frigid weather, this scant warmth was hardly sufficient to fend off the biting cold winds and icy snowflakes.
This cold winter felt like a heartless demon, trampling mercilessly on the lives of Jiangcheng's people. In the first couple of days, they could barely endure the chill; however, as time went on, conditions worsened significantly. More and more citizens lost their homes—those humble thatched cottages collapsed under the weight of thick snow.
Even the relatively affluent merchant families in the city felt powerless and unable to cope with such harsh weather conditions. The homeless citizens were plunged into extreme panic, frantically digging through the ruins of their homes in a desperate search for the scarce food supplies. Each grain of rice, each piece of dry ration became a glimmer of hope for their survival.
Some, however, were not so fortunate; they remained forever trapped beneath the collapsed buildings, unable to escape until their last breath.
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