Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

Among the crowd under the window.

Just as Xu Miaojin's initial knee-jerk reaction was—coal for burning? Isn't this actually harming people? If the poison doesn't kill them, they'll be choked to death by the smoke. Do they really think the people of Yingtian Prefecture are all stupid? At this moment, all the people of Yingtian Prefecture gathered here were already seething with excitement.

"I really shouldn't have any expectations for the current imperial court! I thought it was some kind of solution, but it turns out it's a way to get us killed!"

"Exactly! Back when the tyrannical Yuan Dynasty forced the Han people of the Central Plains into a corner, with nothing to turn to, and nothing to turn to, we saw someone digging these coal blocks out of the mountains and burning them. As a result, a whole house of people died!"

"How can this be called compensation? This is an attempt to kill us!"

"What did we say before? Last time they stole our things, this time they might even take our lives. He was damn right!"

"Not even a dog would use this kind of poison!"

"What kind of bullshit press conference is this? We shouldn't have come here!"

"..."

Most people have been holding a lot of resentment in their hearts in recent times, and now the fire has been fanned by the words one after another. Everyone is excited and pointing at Ma Sanbao on the podium, spitting.

If the Imperial Guards had not been arranged earlier to maintain order and the Embroidered Uniform Guards had not secretly checked some people, it is possible that these people would have risen up in rebellion regardless of their lives.

At this moment, someone in the crowd shouted, "Look! Snow! It's snowing!"

Then someone raised his head and looked up at the sky.

In the gloomy sky, tiny snowflakes were blown by the cold winter wind, falling crookedly and fluttering down, landing on many dry and thin faces, with a little coldness.

At this time, the noisy sounds in the crowd faded away a lot. Everyone raised their heads and looked at the sky, staring blankly at the tiny snowflakes floating down.

"Yes……"

"Snowing……"

"It's going to cool down completely..."

The original excitement and noise turned into a feeling of dejection at this moment. The whole scene was like a deflated ball, shriveled and depressed.

The look that appeared on their faces... was despair!

The weight of life and death.

There is nothing else like it.

In the eyes of many people, life and death from now on are left to God. This is a fact that they cannot change no matter what. No matter how much they make a fuss or curse, what can they change?

Thinking this way, I naturally feel depressed.

The snowflakes falling from the sky seemed endless. At first they were just small snowflakes, but later they gradually grew bigger, as if someone had crushed a piece of white cloth and thrown it down from above.

The falling snow brings more coldness.

So...

This atmosphere was like a huge rock falling into the water, stirring up a thousand waves. Despair spread across almost everyone's face...

On the high platform.

Ma Sanbao also subconsciously looked up at the sky, but his expression was filled with joy. He thought to himself, "This year's snow has arrived just in time. It's perfect for it to fall at this time!"

Because he knew that the darkest moment was when a person would be most touched when he saw the light.

From now on, the people will always remember the kindness of their master!

"Your Majesty is indeed the one with the most destiny! Even God is on Your Majesty's side!" Ma Sanbao said excitedly in his heart, and then retracted his gaze, looked at the desperate faces under the platform, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He took a deep breath.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone had relaxed their breath and the silence had deepened, he slowly spoke, "Your Majesty is such a wise and intelligent monarch! You are so benevolent and compassionate, benefiting the people of the world. Everyone knows that burning ordinary coal produces thick, toxic smoke that can kill people. How could Your Majesty not know this?"