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Luo Lan felt the wind was biting when she lived in the palace. Such a cold winter was very rare, especially for the south.

It is almost certain that it will snow this winter.

Listening to the howling cold wind outside the window, Luo Lan felt a little more worried. His worries were naturally the progress of the transportation of north coal in the south.

Now the policy of transporting coal from north to south has been implemented, and the first ship of smokeless coal has moved south from the port of Bujicheng. It should have arrived at the ferry in the central area now.

There are also ships going south on the other side of the Bouji River, passing through the vast plains in the central and southern regions and reaching the foot of the mountains in the south.

Everything looked smooth, with the dual channel enough to cover most of the Bouji Island. As long as the Wofeng coal is transported to the southern market, it can be sold.

But Luo Lan is still worried, he is worried about the agricultural market.

Charles went south for only two or three months, and local governments generally had no funds or people, so it was difficult to build an agricultural market.

In other words, the current agricultural market has not yet taken shape and coal has been transported south, which will cause coal to not enter trade normally.

Farmers generally stay at home to keep warm in winter. In addition, the roads are not smooth and the news is not working. Luo Lan even feels that most farmers do not know the existence of the agricultural market.

Therefore, it is impossible for them to go to the market to buy wofeng coal.

Luo Lan smiled bitterly. He was used to considering big policies and often ignored small details, while farmers did not buy coal.

"It would be great if there was an internet connection." Luo Lan sighed and then went to the fireplace to roast for a while.

The coals in the fireplace were burning, and the powerful heat made Luo Lan blush quickly.

Luo Lan stared at the red fireplace and immersed himself in his mind. He was considering the issue of farmers spending the winter. Transportation of coal from north to south is a good policy, but the distance cannot quench the near thirst, and it is difficult for coal to enter the homes of ordinary people.

While thinking, the door was pushed open, and Ellie, who was air conditioning, rushed in like a rabbit.

"It's so cold that it's so cold that it's so windy outside." Ellie ran over, and Xiao was about to reach into the fireplace.

Luo Lan pulled her so that she would not get burned.

"Did the residents in the city use the coal?" Luo Lan asked. He asked Ellie to do this before.

Ellie smiled proudly: "Of course, I don't see who made the move. The coal in the city has been sold out, and those merchants have made a lot of money."

In the small Buji City, every family basically uses coke coal for heating, and they are the first beneficiaries.

However, the real business is in the countryside, and the real difficulty is also in the countryside.

Luo Lan's body became warm. He walked to the window and opened it slightly to see what was going on outside. But a strong wind blew, which made him tremble. It was so cold.

"Don't open the window. Isn't the Wofeng coal free of toxic gas? Just have a vent to breathe." Ellie complained, taking off her cold boots and her white and pink feet stretched to the fireplace.

"You really don't have the ladylike style." Luo Lan teased, grabbed the wool coat on the shelf and put it on.

Ellie was stunned when she saw him dressed: "You are going out?"

"I'm going south."

"What?" Ariel, who was barefoot, jumped over in shock, "You are stupid. When is it still going south? You want to freeze to death!"

Of course, His Highness the Prince will not be frozen to death, but he will probably have frostbite or something, and no matter how thick the clothes are, they cannot stop them.

"I'm not at ease. This winter is very critical and cruel. I have to go to the south to see the situation so as not to have any accidents."

Luo Lan explained that he was very serious. As a person who was afraid of the cold, Luo Lan certainly did not want to leave the palace, but he was really worried that some things could not be controlled remotely, especially in an era without the Internet.

Ellie wanted to speak but stopped. Looking at this stupid prince, she really didn't know whether to be angry or admired.

"Tell Gandalf, see if he is willing to let you go south."

Finally, Ellie moved out of Gandalf.

Luo Lan pinched her little face: "I'll leave it to you by Buji City."

Ellie opened it and gave her hips to scold her: "Don't pinch me, you're so stupid!"

Luo Lan left the palace.

He led a horse, brought some dry food and clothes, and a team of city guards out of the city to go south. Luo Lan did not look for Gandalf, he knew that Gandalf would definitely not let him go south.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I left the city, I met Gandalf.

Gandalf went to inspect the coal workshop and was returning to the city with joy, but he saw His Highness wrapping his coat and leading his soldiers out of the city.

"Your Highness, where are you going?" Gandalf stopped the team, feeling unusual.

The workers who came and went between the two workshops and the city also surrounded them, not understanding where the cold prince was going.

"I'm bored, go for a walk on the West Coast." Luo Lan responded with a smile, Gandalf breathed a sigh of relief and gave up the road.

Luo Lan whipped the horse's butt with a horse: "Go!"

The fast horse ran towards the terrible road in the south, and the city guards behind him were stunned for a moment and quickly followed.

Gandalf shouted, "Your Highness, are you going south? Stop it!"

The cold wind and the rising dust intertwined, and Luo Lan left.

Gandalf stomped his feet in a hurry, and the workers looked at each other.

Half a day later, Luo Lan and his group stopped in a village. This village was right next to the road and could become an important transportation hub.

However, the village was dead, and it was already evening, but there was no smoke from cooking, let alone the figures of farmers.

Luo Lan's heart was shocked. He thought of something bad. Could it be that all the people in this village were frozen to death?

Fortunately, the accompanying city guards told Luo Lan: "Your Highness, if it is too cold in winter, everyone will bake wheat bread early and crouch in the house to make a living. They usually don't go out or cook. The harvest this year is good, and everyone's wheat bread should be enough to eat."

Is this how?

This kind of life is no different from animals that need to hibernate. When winter comes, farmers can hardly work.

"Will people in other places be like this? For example, the people from Nanyuan."

Luo Lan asked, a city guard who had been to Nanyuan Territory and laughed dryly: "Your Highness, Nanyuan Territory won't do this. We do this mainly because we don't have clothes to keep warm. In addition, this year it's very cold and we don't have to work for the nobles, so we naturally crouched at home."

This principle is actually very simple. Luo Lan doesn't know because he has never been involved.

"This won't work. I can't survive the snowy days when I crouched at home. They only had wheat buns. The farmland also needs people to take care of, otherwise the wheat would be blown off."

Wheat is not afraid of snow, but snow forms a thermal insulation cover. However, the howling wind cannot be stopped by the wheat and must be cared for by farmers.

"Your Highness, there is nothing we can do about it. Everyone doesn't even have cotton clothes. When they go out, they are naked. If you don't forgive others in winter, many people will probably freeze to death this year."

The experienced city guards sighed that they felt cold in cotton coats and armor, not to mention the poor farmers.

Luo Lan said nothing and rode his horse directly into the village.

The sound of horse hooves, the window opened, and some trembling heads stretched out, and their faces were red from the cold.

The charcoal in the room could not stop the cold wind blowing in.

"This is His Highness Prince Luo Lan, let your village chief come out."

The city guards shouted, and more farmers poked their heads out, and a look of surprise flashed across their faces.

Luo Lan has a good reputation on the island, and the farmers think that Luo Lan's arrival must be a good thing.

After a while, a middle-aged man ran out of a dilapidated stone house.

This man deliberately left long hair to cover his entire face, probably to keep the cold.

Luo Lan examined him and found that his shoes were actually wrapped in some linen, and they would fall off at any time when they walked.

Looking at his clothes again, they were as if they were covered with a thin layer of ice, so hard that they couldn't even stick to the flesh.

He ran to the front of the horse and was already shaking with coldness. He would probably have frostbite if he stayed for two more minutes.

Luo Lan quickly dismounted and took out a spare cotton coat from the package and wrapped it with the village chief.

"Get into the house and say." Luo Lan pulled the village chief into the house, and many villagers came over braved the cold.

In the simple stone house, Luo Lan saw a few cages of charcoal fires. They were charcoal cages woven by bamboo, and put charcoal into it to make the fire to keep warm.

However, farmers lack charcoal and will use up all the charcoal in a few days. At that time, they can only burn wood, but where can they burn wood in the house?
Chapter completed!