My Promotion Story Through Time Travel

Chapter 173 Minor Cold

Lin Ziping lived at the junction of the east and north of the city, while Fuchunlou was located in the southwest.

Having eaten too much, Lin Ziping decided to take a stroll. Curfew begins at 8 PM, so a walk around would take him home.

It was cold, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the street.

Keep it simple, keep your way of speaking simple.

Please omit the progressive emotions.

You're not an actor.

Don't design those plots

I have no objections, I just want to see how you'll explain this.

Your sadness is too superficial.

Like an actor without talent

The audience can see it at a glance

I should cooperate with you in the performance, but I will turn a blind eye

Forcing the person who loves you most to perform an impromptu act

When did we start to lower our standards?

Adapting to the changing times and watching those clumsy performances

......"

A cold wind blew, and Lin Ziping felt dizzy again, and he couldn't help but start howling at the top of his lungs.

Perhaps the singing was so bad that it caused a chorus of barking dogs.

Lin Ziping picked up a stone and threw it into the house.

"Who's so heartless as to throw stones into someone's house?"

Soon after, cursing came from inside the house.

Upon seeing this, Lin Ziping covered his mouth and ran forward.

When he reached the corner and saw that no one was chasing him, he couldn't help but laugh while panting heavily.

The last time I did something so despicable was... the last time.

I haven't felt this good in a long time.

However, this run had led him off the main street and onto a side path. Lin Ziping didn't want to turn back, so he continued walking slowly forward.

Suddenly, Lin Ziping noticed two people acting suspiciously ahead, and he didn't know what they were doing.

The two men were guarding the street in the dark; they clearly weren't up to any good.

Lin Ziping's more than six months of service as a constable was not in vain; his professional skills were top-notch, and he had plenty of experience.

In the blink of an eye, he found a corner to hide in.

Although it was dark, it was still possible to see things vaguely.

Lin Ziping habitually squinted and stood in the shadows with his hands tucked in.

A horse-drawn carriage soon arrived with a clatter.

"You've finally arrived." A man who had been waiting there rubbed his hands together and stepped forward to take the horse. "Has the journey been alright?"

The person in the carriage said nonchalantly, "This isn't the first time."

"Be careful." A middle-aged man walked to the carriage and lifted the tarpaulin covering it to check.

"Don't worry, Uncle Liang, they personally took me to move it," the person in the car replied.

Lin Ziping was standing in a position where he could see the corner of the tarpaulin that Uncle Liang had lifted.

Upon seeing what was inside, Lin Ziping was startled, and his drunkenness subsided.

The bags on the carriage were exactly the same as the grain bags used by the county government.

The three people's voices gradually faded, and Lin Ziping could no longer hear them.

However, his attention was completely drawn to the things on the carriage.

Judging from the shape and the direction they came from, could this be grain from the county government's granary?

Lin Ziping shrank back, trying to minimize his presence.

Before long, the other two also boarded the carriage.

The three drove away in the carriage.

As the sound of horses' hooves faded into the distance, Lin Ziping emerged from the corner and chased after the carriage in the direction it had gone.

In the quiet night, the crisp sound of horses' hooves carried far.

Lin Ziping followed the sound of the horses' hooves, maintaining a safe distance.

The journey went relatively smoothly; they didn't encounter anyone else, nor were they discovered by the three people ahead of them.

But the sound of horses' hooves disappeared at a corner, at an intersection.

Did you lose them?

Lin Ziping couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

After calming his heart, which was pounding from running, Lin Ziping still refused to give up.

Undeterred, I searched back and forth in several directions.

Unfortunately, they still came up empty-handed.

Lin Ziping hid in a secluded spot at the crossroads for a while longer, but the sound of horses' hooves that had disappeared still did not reappear.

Helpless, they had no choice but to return dejectedly.

The next day, upon arriving at the county government office, Lin Ziping immediately went to the warehouse.

As expected, it was completely empty.

"Officer Qi, where is the grain in the granary?" Lin Ziping ran to the guardhouse and found Officer Qi.

Officer Qi picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and nodded: "They moved out last night, what's wrong?"

"Did they all move out?" Lin Ziping asked, leaning on the table with both hands.

"Yes, we've counted everyone in the household register," said Officer Qi, setting down his teacup. "Any problems?"

Lin Ziping shook his head, comforting himself that everything last night might have been a coincidence.

Once the seed of doubt is planted, it will quickly take root and sprout without watering.

At that moment, he suddenly longed to go home.

I used to think that when the protagonists in novels traveled through time, they were always able to handle conspiracies with ease. I thought if I traveled through time, I would definitely be just like them.

But now, Lin Ziping realizes he was too naive.

This is a complete industry chain, and he has no idea who the next link in the chain is.

He might say he would tell others about it, but Lin Ziping is only speculating and has no concrete evidence.

And who else should we tell?

Are these other people stakeholders?

Don't drag yourself into trouble before the problem is even resolved.

Lin Ziping didn't know what to do, so he chose to remain silent.

Days passed by, and the weather grew colder. Many winter clothes, charcoal, and some grain were sent from Qingyang.

In this era, there were no greenhouses, and as winter approached, there were fewer and fewer green leaves. Lin Ziping mostly ate pickled vegetables, and he couldn't even think about eating fruit.

Fortunately, after so many years, Lin Ziping has gotten used to it.

But who knew Fuchun would be so cold? It's only 200 miles away from Qingyang, the difference is too great.

The twelfth month is a time when the cold is still mild at the beginning of the month, hence the saying that it becomes severe by the middle of the month. [1]

Before the Minor Cold arrived, snowflakes began to fall in Fuchun. It continued to snow for more than ten days until the Minor Cold, and the accumulated snow could not be swept away.

Lin Ziping was originally from the south and had never been to the north in his life. He had seen heavy snow when he was in Qingyang, but never this heavy.

The snow had not been cleared. In this era, there was no reinforced concrete; most houses were thatched huts, wooden houses, or tiled houses. After several days of snow accumulation, many houses had collapsed.

This isn't even the worst of it.

Lin Ziping has been carrying out disaster relief work in various parts of the county for the past two days and has discovered that some people have run out of food and have started selling their children, especially in the west of the city.

Food prices in the city have skyrocketed, but demand still exceeds supply.

The county government did not express any opinion on this situation, basically acquiescing to it.

Learning from his previous experience, Lin Ziping dared not step forward recklessly this time.

I go outside every day, but the weather is so cold that my body is numb from the cold.

The snow was too thick to go outside the city, and besides, everyone was too busy with things in the city, so everyone stayed in the county town.

In the midst of our busy lives, half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and the Great Cold arrived in no time.

It was so cold that the county government gave everyone a day off and they took turns on duty.

Lin Ziping slept at home until noon, then got up and moved around to warm up. He swept the snow in the yard and piled it up before going out to buy some pork.

Meat prices also skyrocketed, with lean meat, which was previously difficult to sell, rising from ten coins per pound to fifty coins per pound.

There was no way around it; eating cured meat every day was too much for him. It caused him to get a sore throat, and Lin Ziping had already developed several blisters on the corners of his mouth.

I had just stepped out with my vegetable basket when I heard someone shout, "The city gates are surrounded! The city gates are surrounded!"

People on the street were running around in a panic.