The mountains are far away at dusk, the sky is cold, the houses are poor, the woods are barking, and people return home on the wind and snow. The nights in the northeast are cold, and the lights of thousands of households are lit up in Chenyang City, and many vendors start to close their stalls.

Life is hard and life is not easy. No one comes out to go shopping at night. Instead of being cold and hard on the street, it is better to go home early to roast the fire and have a hot meal.

After all, Chenyang City is a newly built city. No matter how large the population is, it still cannot become prosperous at night. There is no reason. This city lacks a foundation accumulated over the years.

The people in the city are newly migrant residents, and they don’t have much money in their pockets. They work hard during the day and most of them stay at home and don’t go out at night. They eat and make people. There are no curfew on the streets.

Zixia helped the old woman clean up a stack of bowls and chopsticks, glanced slightly on the cold street, and said softly: "Auntie, it's already dark. Everyone is closing the stalls, I'll help you collect them too!"

The old woman looked at the big pot of porridge, smiled happily, her face full of teeth, and her mouth almost couldn't close. She nodded repeatedly and said, "I'm going to close the stall, I'm going to close the stall. Today's business is really good. A big pot of meat porridge has been sold out. My daughter, this is your weight. But we can't do business like this. Let's go back and sew a cone hat covering your face, and take it with you when you set up the stall tomorrow, so as not to be peeked by others..."

Zixia's pretty face turned slightly red and she whispered: "Thank you aunt. I'm still thinking about what to do tomorrow. My husband hasn't married me yet. I can't always show up in public. He will definitely be unhappy if he finds out."

"Yes, yes!" The old woman nodded repeatedly and praised: "You are very impressed by your wife's manners."

Zixia smiled at her and the two women began to close their stalls.

It was just nightfall, and the weather was not particularly cold, but a wetness suddenly came from the air, and snowflakes fell down.

"It's snowing?" Zixia raised her head slightly and reached out to take a snowflake.

Her eyes were full of light, which was even more crystal clear than snowflakes. "The frost is cold and the snow is cold, and it's long night. I wonder if he will miss me tonight..."

The girlish feelings were like a girl, and she felt moved when she saw everything, but the old woman was busy cleaning up the stall. She put a few stacks of big bowls under the table, then covered the table with a thick cloth, and then extinguished the charcoal fire under the big pot. Then she hammered her waist with both hands and said, "Okay, let's go home."

Zixia was stunned and said with some concern: "Auntie, are these pots and pans just thrown on the street and not taking them home?"

"It's so tiring to take it home. Just put it on the street. Tomorrow morning, just carry the food and you can open a stall to make porridge immediately."

The old woman smiled kindly and sighed: "Don't worry about the stolen family in Shenyang City. Our Marquis said that he would build a city where he would not close his doors at night, without curfew at night, and not driving people during the day. Any street can allow the people to do business."

She suddenly stopped and pointed to the street not far away and smiled, "Daughter, the Wuhou who patrolled the street has started to work. The marquis has established hundreds of Wuhou teams, with a total of thousands of people. They will patrol the city all night. If these people help us see the stalls, no one dares to steal them."

Zixia stared at the group of Wuhou and said with a slight silence: "Supplying thousands of Wuhous, the expenses must be very high! The burden on him is very heavy..."

But what is the purpose?

It is just to protect the people's stalls. If you look at it from the perspective of those in power, the investment and profit of this move are completely unequal.

This is how women are. Once they have a man in their hearts, even if they have not married yet, they will start to think about everything for the man.

"Although the people have benefited from this kind of benevolent policy, he doesn't know how much money he will waste!"

The old woman could not have imagined that it was so far-reaching, and said proudly: "Our marquis is rich, especially rich. Not to mention supporting thousands of marquises of Wu, he can raise a million troops."

Zixia smiled sweetly, but she did not refute the old woman's words.

The people are mediocre and ignorant, and they will only guess at a loss. If the old woman knew how much it would cost to support a million troops, she would probably faint in an instant.

Understanding less is sometimes a kind of happiness.

At this moment, the street suddenly shone brightly, and the sky was covered with snow and white everywhere.

The old woman seemed very happy and pointed to a tall pole beside her and smiled, "Daughter, this is called a street light, is it light up?"

"Light, really bright!"

"I tell you that this street lamp does not use kerosene but electricity. I heard from the boys in the research institute that electricity is thunder, and it is a power that only gods can use."

"I know, I know..." Zixia murmured to herself, thinking deeply, and Han Yue's face appeared in her mind again.

That day, he led the Minfu to build a dam by the river.

That day, she came in a gentle manner in monk's robe.

She asked him why he didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but the most divine young man in the world laughed proudly and pointed at the sky and said: "I build a dam to block rivers, generate electricity and use the people. This is the art of controlling thunder, and the gods are nothing more than this!"

"He really did..." Zixia said slowly, looking at the bright lights of the city, and countless street lights lit up one after another, illuminating the city into the most brilliant pearl on the northeast land.

A team of Wuhou walked slowly on the street. When passing through the stall, one of them laughed loudly: "Auntie, hurry up and go home after collecting the stall. The weather outside is so cold, so you must not be frozen."

"Just go back, go back!" The old woman nodded repeatedly, suddenly discovered something strange, and couldn't help but say, "I closed the stall every day, and found that your street patrol team only has ten people at a time. How can I increase the number of people today?"

The Marquis of Wu smiled and explained: "Tonight the Grand Governor's Office will hold a banquet. Our Marquis allows the people to go to the banquet. He is afraid that the people will encounter accidents when going out at night, so he ordered the Marquis of Wu to send more people to ensure the safety of the people back and forth..."

"The Marquis wants to invite someone to a banquet?"

"Yes, the Marquis adopted an adopted daughter, so he had to hold a banquet to celebrate. I guess this point is about to begin."

The old woman slapped her thigh and said anxiously: "Oh, I have been kind to the Marquis, and I have been thinking about repaying her all day long. Today, the Marquis adopted her adopted daughter, and the Marquis said that she would give her a heart to her. Is it too late to go now, and the Grand Governor's Office still allowed her to enter..."

The Marquis of Wu thought about it and smiled, "It's not too late, look at the streets over there, and there are people who have just gone out to rush there!"

He turned around and pointed, and the old woman looked in the direction he pointed, and indeed saw a group of people walking in pairs, many of whom were carrying small gifts in their hands.

Zixia also looked up and looked at it, and suddenly her eyes became cold and her pretty face was a little cold.

Her internal strength is extremely powerful, her eyes are far superior to that of the old woman, and she can see an acquaintance among the people at a glance.

"It's Zhao Lingyun, and he is going to Han Yue's mansion, too?"

Zixia's heart moved, and suddenly turned to the old woman and said, "Auntie, the little woman has fled all the way here. When she entered the city, she received the favor of the Marquis. I also want to go to the Grand Governor's Office to give the Marquis a gift to the Marquis' adopted daughter..."
Chapter completed!