"Thank you for your tolerance, Your Majesty, I am so ashamed!"

Lin Qingshu bowed and the group slowly stood up.

Zhou Jian let out a breath of turbid air.

At this time, a sudden gust of wind blew, and he couldn't help but tighten his clothes.

He frowned and said in a deep voice: "It's getting colder and colder. More than half a month has passed and winter is coming. I have to think of a way. It's not okay to let the people go on like this."

"They won't be able to survive until spring next year. How can they plant, raise livestock, and work?"

Hearing this, everyone also fell into distress.

The low level of national power cannot be solved with a lump sum of money. The people must be mobilized.

Lin Qingshu stepped forward and comforted him: "Your Majesty, don't worry too much. The situation is not particularly bad. There is extravagant spending. There are only a few people who rely on the court, but most of them still keep their supplies for the winter."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions relaxed a little.

But when Zhou Jian saw a man in the crowd below who was hesitant to speak and sighed, he couldn't laugh, and he also had a bad premonition.

When did this guy come?

That person was none other than Yang Wei, who had disappeared for a long time. He had been recruited, but rarely showed up. It was said that he was writing a Taoist book about astronomy.

Specifically used to speculate on natural and man-made disasters in the Great Zhou Dynasty, they are actually the earliest astronomy and geography books.

"Yang Wei, what do you have to say?" Zhou Jian was the first to speak and suddenly asked.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then looked back one after another.

Yang Wei had a mustache and a sly smile.

He came out and cupped his hands and said, "Sure enough, I can't hide anything from Your Majesty."

"Wei Chen does have something to report."

"And...it's a bad thing!" He showed an embarrassed smile, but his eyes were extremely solemn.

Although Yang Wei is a little unreliable, like a swindler who cheats people out of food and drinks, he never messes around in important matters.

So for a moment, Zhou Jian's heart skipped a beat.

"Could it be related to what we just discussed?"

Everyone was stunned, having heard more or less about Yang Wei's deeds.

Yang Wei was surprised. Could it be that His Majesty installed an eye on Pindao? Is this possible?

"Your Majesty...this is indeed relevant."

"A few days ago, Weichen noticed that this year's winter came very quickly, and the temperature was very abnormal, so for seven consecutive days, Weichen watched the sky at night, walked around, supported his speculations, and finally came to a bold conclusion.

"

As he spoke, he took a deep breath.

His eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he said with a hint of fear: "This year's Great Week, I'm afraid we're going to have a big snowstorm that's rare in fifty years!"

During the heavy snowstorm, these four words fell like a bolt from the blue!

After a few seconds of dead silence, the entire court trembled.

"What?!" someone screamed, looking horrified.

"Big snowstorm?"

"Master Yang, are you sure?"

"You can't talk nonsense!" Horn and other extremely experienced ministers all lost their composure and rushed forward with horrified expressions on their faces, surrounding Yang Wei.

You know, a big storm and snowstorm will be a terrible natural disaster thousands of years from now, let alone the current Great Zhou, which is a level that only happens once in fifty years!

This is simply more appalling than famine or plague.

Zhou Jian's heart sank in an instant.

Wow!

He was also anxious, and almost turned into a gust of wind and rushed towards the dragon ladder, pushing aside the clouds. The extremely flustered ministers came to Yang Wei's side and grabbed him by the collar.

"Are you sure?!"

Yang Wei trembled, his legs were weak, and his heart was pounding with fear.

His Majesty came back from a battle, and his aura became more and more terrifying, almost making him unable to lift his head.

"Your Majesty, I don't dare to joke about this kind of thing."

"Wei Chen can even be sure that a snowstorm will definitely come to the Central Plains this winter. It's just a matter of big or small." He said seriously.

Hearing this, everyone's heart sank completely.

Lin Qingshu gritted his teeth, and there were veins on his forehead: "Who did I provoke in the Great Zhou Dynasty? There have been droughts for years and the people are in dire straits. Now we have finally overthrown the Family Alliance. We are a little better off, but suddenly there is a snowstorm!"

"God is jealous of me, Da Zhou!!" He roared and beat his chest and feet.

The anger infected everyone present.
Chapter completed!