The domestic guard is a little sweet

The heavy snow fell as thick as hair, and the sky and the earth were white, like mist, and the sky was gloomy, even in the daytime, it was gray, heavy and oppressive, almost suffocating.

After a while in the yard, there was a thick layer of snow, and the servants and maids took a broom to clean it up in the time of a cup of tea.

An Shier looked at his master standing by the window and looking out again, standing behind him, carefully putting on a cloak for Zhao Jin.

"My lord, the coal you brought from Shanxi has already arrived in the warehouse. I asked Sun He to send someone to count and distribute it."

Zhao Jin nodded, turned back and held An Shier's palm, drawing strength.

"Near Donglin, the guards and government servants will regularly go to the houses of the people to help clear the snow, but the snow is falling so fast, I am afraid that many cattle and sheep on the grassland will suffer. I am worried that there will be changes in the barbarians in the north."

Although Donglin City is not on the border, it is close to the north. If the Manchus in the north disturb the border, I am afraid they will be implicated. At that time, how will the countless people in Donglin City face foreign enemies in the heavy snow.

An Shier stepped forward and hugged Zhao Jin gently, a cold light flashed in his dark eyes.

"When you come, hit them hard. They are ambitious, and they can only survive if they are hurt and scared."

Zhao Jin nodded, and firmly grasped the man's hand in his palm, interlocking his fingers.

"I hope the snow will stop sooner rather than later."

The heavy snow fell for a full day and night, and Zhao Jin's brows were furrowed until the sky cleared slightly in the distance, and he was relieved, but the problems he faced next might be even more difficult.

Putting aside the complicated thoughts in his head, Zhao Jin quickly sent people to the nearby houses to help clear the snow, in case the snow was too thick and crushed the houses.

Zhao Jin also sent yamen servants and small officials to various villages near Donglin to investigate the damage caused by the snow disaster, so as to transport charcoal and coal to each village in time to help the people resist the severe cold.

Fortunately, the harvest near Donglin City is good this year, and the granaries in the people's homes are thick, and the sugar factory and textile factory have brought a lot of income to the nearby people this year. When winter comes, the people can also add more thick clothes to keep out the cold.

After solving the livelihood problem, what Zhao Jin was most concerned about was the situation in the north. He had a detailed discussion with the generals of the local garrison and strengthened the security around Donglin City.

As early as the beginning of this year, the firearms developed by the imperial court had matured and were mass-produced. The imperial court established an army dedicated to firearms for the Shenwu Camp. It is said that they are extremely brave and invincible.

And Zhao Jin also has a group of elites who are proficient in various martial arts and firearms. They are usually scattered in other courtyards and various farms, just like ordinary people.

If necessary, these people will quickly arm themselves and become a sharpest knife to stab the enemy.

In the past two years, Zhao Jin has been operating in Donglincheng for a long time, and specially set up signal points in the villages near Donglincheng, which are updated regularly.Materials so that when foreign enemies come, the beacon can be quickly lit to warn the town.

As the saying goes, snow is not cold and snow is cold.

After the heavy snowfall, the snow on the main road and houses was cleared, and the weather gradually cooled down when the snow condensed.

Zhao Jin specially ordered human-made fur gloves and hats to be distributed to other people's guards, servants and maidservants to whisper the cold.

The magistrate of Donglin was also very pleasantly surprised to see these warm things for the servants in the other courtyard. With these things to protect the head and hands, it is convenient to work in winter.

Zhao Jin is not a stingy person, but the servants in the magistrate's yamen are all under the account of the imperial court, so there is no reason to give them away for nothing.

Zhao Jin asked the steward of the textile factory to negotiate a suitable price with the payment, and rushed to produce a batch of hats and gloves to distribute to the guards and servants of the yamen.

Although Zhao Jin said that after practicing the health-preserving exercises, his body has become much stronger, but his slender and well-proportioned body, coupled with his previous frail illness, made everyone think that he was still very weak.

As soon as winter came, Manager Liu asked the embroidered lady in others to heal thick cotton, a fur cloak and leather boots early.

After a set of winter protection equipment, he was also armed to the teeth. When he went out, Zhao Jin felt as clumsy as a big bear.

It was getting colder and colder in winter, so Zhao Jin lazily warmed the fire and drank tea in the other courtyard, played chess with Dark Twelve, watched his martial arts, and lazily didn't want to go out.

When he had nothing to do, Zhao Jin looked at the courtesy report from Beijing. Recently, the first prince and the second prince have been fighting like black-eyed chickens, and the officials of both sides have also hurt each other.

And the emperor at the upper hand seemed to see through everything, conniving the two sons under him to be each other's sharpening stones.

Under the connivance of the emperor, the two factions of the first prince and the second prince formed a rivalry, and the officials in the court wanted to win, and those who took it easy stood in line early.

Although Zhao Jin is now in Donglin, he is far away from the power in the capital, but he is the only prince in this dynasty after all, and he is quite important.

The eldest prince sent people several times to send various New Year gifts, in the intention of freely currying favor.

Zhao Jin didn't have any thoughts about these big battles, and he didn't bother to get involved in such right and wrong. If the gift from the eldest prince was in compliance with the regulations, he would keep it and return the gift, and if it was not in compliance with the regulations, he would find a reason to return it.

As for the second prince, he and Zhao Jin had several quarrels, and in the past two years, Donglin City's political performance was quite good, and the whole court had heard about it. Now, Donglin City is prosperous and peaceful, and it can be regarded as a piece of fat.

The second prince has long intended to have his officials stationed in Donglin City as parents' officials, wanting to eat this big cake.

Zhao Jin is very satisfied with the current prefect of Donglin. When the third term expires next year, the prefect will be promoted, but Zhao Jin doesn't like the officials under the second prince. Knowing that the other party wants to pick peaches, Zhao Jin is heartbroken. With a sneer, he wrote a letter and returned to the capital, and handed over the paper to the emperor. I don't know what the supreme king sitting at the top thought, and the matter quietly dissipated.

Since then, the second prince never dared to mention sending people to Donglin.

Seeing that it was almost Laba, Zhao Jin wanted to drink eight-treasure porridge, so he prepared eight-treasure porridge early, set up two large pots in the courtyard, and directed the back kitchen to cook eight-treasure porridge, sweet and fragrant eight-treasure porridge. Salivating, Zhao Jin drank two more bowls happily, and distributed all the remaining eight-treasure porridge to the servants and maidservants in the other courtyard, and everyone cheered happily.

Zhao Jin slept deeply that night, suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps from outside approaching the door, An Shier, who was lying next to Zhao Jin, opened his eyes in a blink of an eye, turned over, and subconsciously held onto the bed side long sword.

"who?"