As winter begins, heavy snow is on the grassland again.

The heaven and the earth are white, and the world is cold.

The grass lies dormant, the beast shrinks its claws, and everything becomes silent.

At the foot of Yinshan Mountain, a city that is not very majestic but has a wide area has been established.

This is the county town of the former Xiongnu tribe and now the Yinshan County of Qin.

In the past, people here were not able to build their own cities.

Later, the Qin people came.

As the soldiers arrived, supplies arrived together with the soldiers.

Thousands of people moved northward for several years, such a city that could only be said to be relatively simple in China was established.

The cost of building such a simple city is far more than a big battle.

It's not worth it according to reason.

However, the Qin people still built it.

Because the people here are now from Qin.

As for the so-called land...

There is indeed a pretty fertile land at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.

This land can theoretically be farmed.

You can also grow some spices from the Western Regions.

In the good harvest scene every year, people here have to farm for seven or eight hundred years without eating or drinking before they can get enough resources to build a city.

The Qin people were willing to spend such huge resources, and His Majesty the Qin King was willing to spend so much resources, not just for such a piece of land that was tasteless and pity to abandon.

What he wants is people!

Zamu quietly opened a gap to the door.

In the stove behind "beep", the firewood was slowly burning, emitting amazing heat. The kettle on the stove was buzzing, and the water vapor was swaying.

The room was warm, and a window in the west room opened to breathe, and my mother was stewing mutton there.

The room was too warm, making people feel uncomfortable.

Zamu opened the door and instantly felt the north wind coming into his chest from his neckline.

The slight sense of depression in the chest disappeared.

He greedily breathed the fresh and cold air outside.

The eyes were full of curiosity.

The world in front of me was covered with snow-white.

So beautiful.

Zamu wants to go out and play with snow.

Because he was too focused, he did not notice the sound of footsteps gradually approaching behind him.

Until a rough hand grabbed his ear.

"It hurts." Zamu leaned his head and tiptoed to lean towards the direction of his ear being pulled, trying to relieve the pain.

The mother's angry voice exploded: "Little Rabbit Grandson, do you want to die? Have you said it several times? You just don't listen!"

"Ah~ Mom, I was wrong..." Zamu shouted quickly, trying to call his grandfather with a very high decibel scream.

At this time, only grandpa can save himself.

"I still dare to open the door!" The mother grabbed Zhamu's ears and hugged Zhamu's knees across her waist, stretched her feet to close the door, then lifted Zhamu's pants and started hitting.

"Do you still dare to open the door?"

"I dare not." Zamu screamed.

"Say you'll listen?"

"Listen."

"Do you still want to go out and play?"

"I don't want to do it anymore."

Zamu cried.

My mother was very angry.

Grandpa was really attracted by Zamu's crying.

From the conversation between mother and son, grandfather knew very clearly why Zamu was beaten.

The old man, who was nearly forty, approached the stove and roasted his legs. Seeing that Zamu was almost beaten, he spoke: "He should remember, just spare him this time."

The daughter-in-law was still angry and looked up at the old man: "It's all you. If you don't spoil him like this, can he dare to do such a thing?"

In this place, the old man knows the most about what it is to go out in heavy snow.

Many years ago, he saw his ancestors and his parents walking into the heavy snow and becoming a part of nature. The profound and irresistible despair seems to have faded.

The world is different.

The old man smiled slightly with a pleasing smile: "Didn't he dare to go out? This time you hit him, it will give him a long memory. If he doesn't remember, there will be another time, if you don't need to do it, I will beat him hard!"

The daughter-in-law glared at the old man and rubbed Zamu's head: "Forget it, let me spare you this time!"

As she said that, she handed Zamu to the old man, checked it again, and confirmed that the door had been closed, and then she returned to the kitchen with confidence.

The old man was comforting his grandson when he suddenly heard a knock on the door outside.

"Who?"

"I, Chen Ying." The person outside the door replied: "Open the door and check your firewood."

"Hey, okay." The old man answered in an unskilled Qin language.

Then the door of the house opened.

The wind and snow hit the face.

In the heavy snow, two people holding torches stood outside the door.

"You are here." The old man smiled diligently.

"Check if your house has enough firewood." Chen Ying said straight to the old man.

"Hey, please." The old man held his grandson with one hand and showed Chen Ying the way with the other hand.

Next to Chen Ying, Cao Chi glanced at the tightly closed doors and windows next to him and reminded him: "The doors and windows should be left with gaps. At the beginning, many families in the mainland had an accident because the doors and windows did not leave gaps for breathability."

"well."

"The snow is too heavy. The canteen has not been able to open in the past ten days. Recently, people have to organize people to clean up the snow, so there is no dedicated person to check and distribute firewood for everyone, so you must get enough firewood at home!"

Chen Ying checked the stock of this family and nodded: "Okay, remember not to let the fire in the house be extinguished. Your son will fight for His Majesty, so you don't need to send people to clean up the snow. Your family will be honest and stay at home. Don't let your son worry about it."

"Hey, okay." The old man nodded properly, as if he asked unintentionally: "Where is the snow cleaning to clean up?"

"It's from the Xixi Huiziyuan in the city. We need to clear the road from the Xisi Canteen and Xiliucang."

"That's right." The old man nodded as if he suddenly realized.

"You are old, don't worry about this matter and stay at home to support your elderly care." Chen Ying lined up the shoulders of the old man before leaving.

"Okay." The old man answered.

After Chen Ying and the others left, the old man coaxed his grandson for a while. After dinner, he put on his wool coat, put on his gloves and a bag of hot water, took a shovel and a torch and went out.

He can't rest.

Moreover, he doesn't want to retire!

When this place was called the Huns, an old man who had lost most of his ability to work should have walked into the wind and snow and returned to heaven and earth.

But now King Wan Shan of Qin has obtained a house that can withstand the wind and snow and food that can be filled with food twice a day, and the old man is very satisfied.

The only thing that is not satisfied is that the Qin people are so kind.

I can’t work when I’m old, who said this?

Should you be retired when you are old?

He doesn't believe it!

He feels that he is still capable of doing things.

He wanted to do something for this collective that brought him an unthinkable wonderful life.

He has no ability to fight, but he can still clean up the snow.

On the way, I met many people like him.

Walking to the destination through the snow, many people are already working enthusiastically.

There are men and women, there are old and strong.

Say hello to someone you know and say hello to the people around you in a stiff Qin language with an accent.

The old man took a big sip of hot water and started working.
Chapter completed!