During the long winter night, the air was as cold as a sword, and large flakes of snow fell from the sky. Under the dim light of the street lamp, the snowflakes became no longer white at this moment, disappearing into the depths of the dark night amid uncertainty.

The sound of rustling snowflakes did not disturb the humans across the wall. Through the large-format glass window, you could see that under the milky white LED desk lamp, a middle-aged man was concentrating on writing at his desk.

“The tenacious situation between the enemy and ourselves is complex... We have sufficient preparations to withstand the cold... We turn passivity into initiative... We take advantage of favorable opportunities in extreme weather... We mobilize elite troops to launch the Xijiang Campaign.

.....opening up the Guangdong-Guangxi channel...killing a group of people and arresting a group...shocking and winning over the landlords along the way..."

The sound of "swish" notes kept flowing out from the tip of the pen. As the middle-aged man wrote hard, a murderous red-headed document was gradually completed on the paper. Finally, when the tip of the pen wrote a series of department names that needed to be conveyed,

This important document representing the will of the empire was declared completed.

"Huh..." Xia Xianze took a deep breath, screwed on the cap of his Montblanc pen, reached out and threw the documents into the basket, leaned back on the chair, and rubbed his forehead tiredly.

After picking up the strong coffee on the table and taking a sip, he sighed: "After all, time is not forgiving." Xia Xianze, who was past middle age, felt the aging of his body more and more clearly at this moment.

I remember when he received friends from the Bureau of Land and Resources, it was a one-stop service of eating, drinking and playing. When he moved to other places, he drank in many places until dawn, and the next day he could accompany his friends from the Bureau of Construction to fight again...playing mahjong all night long, and the whole process was accurate.

After losing money, I will be in high spirits early in the morning and have to go back to the company to take charge of the work.

Nowadays, he will feel dizzy when he works for more than 10 hours. If he works overtime and writes documents like today, the fatigue will come earlier. Over time, not only the brain nerve pain, but also the lumbar and cervical vertebrae will protest.

But it’s impossible without working overtime!

As the powerful prime minister of the empire, Xia Xianze had to deal with endless official matters every day, and he rarely had a day of leisure.

Especially in recent times, due to the continuous cooling of Guangdong and the unprecedented blizzard weather in a thousand years, Xia Xianze's workload has also increased significantly. He not only has to direct various government departments to jointly fight against disasters, but also takes time to meet with the cabinet to discuss contingency matters.

It can be said that I am extremely busy.

In fact, for travelers with historical records, the blizzard weather in Guangdong was already expected.

For this reason, as early as the enclosure period, various government departments have successively made preparations. Today, the various materials used by the time-traveling forces to resist the cold winter can be said to be in sufficient quantity, not only to satisfy the people "under the rule"

If necessary, we can also provide support to other regions.

And this is why Xia Xianze is busy. There is no such thing as a free lunch. With the arrival of batches of disaster relief materials, Xia Xianze not only wants to control the propaganda department to occupy the high point of public opinion, but also spreads the word "Master Cao has unparalleled benevolence and righteousness".

In order to clarify the truth, we must also take the opportunity to blend with local officials, rob, and consolidate the control of the transnational forces at the grassroots level to compete for the hearts and minds of the people.

The above busy state is just daily. On this basis, Xia Xianze also needs to listen to reports from relevant departments, discuss and promote the implementation of the Xijiang Campaign.

Xijiang is the main waterway from Guangdong to Guangxi, and also the passage in the direction of Yunnan and Guizhou. In this era without high-speed rail and expressways, Xijiang actually assumes the main channel function for bulk logistics between Guangdong and Guangxi.

Like other waterways of this era, Xijiang water transportation also faced long-term constraints caused by natural and man-made disasters: the undredged waterway was fast and dangerous, there were numerous water bandit gangs along the way, and business travel was restricted in many aspects.

It just so happens that this time's blizzard weather has given travelers an opportunity: in the heavy snow, business travel has become extinct, and the movement capabilities of traditional water bandit gangs will also be greatly restricted.

At this time, Cao's soldiers and horses, who have the advantages of reconnaissance, night combat, close combat and complete cold zone combat materials, can use a relatively small cost to send troops to clean up the coast of the Xijiang River and catch all the immobile water bandits.

This opportunity to clean up Xijiang has been around for a long time. It was posted on the forum a few years ago. Later, not only the army had a plan, but also the cabinet had heard about it. So when the heavy snow fell, Xia Xianze immediately

After listening to the military report, we began to formulate plans to promote this matter.

Tonight, as Xia Xianze issued this document, the Xijiang Campaign entered the formal implementation stage.

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As the coffee in the cup bottomed out, Xia Xianze's thoughts returned to reality. He raised his wrist to look at his watch and found that it was already 11 o'clock in the night. The next moment, he stood up, put on his woolen coat, put on his hat, and then

Turn off the lamp, close the door and go downstairs.

As soon as they went out, two young men and a woman stood up at the secretary desk at the door: "Sir."

"Yeah." Xia Xianze nodded: "You guys can get off work after cleaning up."

"yes."

After dismissing the secretary, the Prime Minister continued to walk forward. Soon he reached the stairwell. At the duty desk on the second floor, there was a middle-aged man with a calm face: "Sir, are you going home or going out?"

When Xia Xianze heard this, he kept walking and waved his hands: "No need to call a taxi, I'm going to go for a walk."

"Yes." The middle-aged man responded and waved his hand in the air. So when the adult went downstairs, two strong men with strong looks and holsters on their waists followed quietly behind him.

Security personnel. When the adult went down to the door on the first floor, two more guards opened the door for him.

Xia Xianze, who had long been accustomed to being surrounded by bodyguards, faced the heavy snow outside the door. He took a deep breath and walked out.

Due to flaws in the original design and the lack of building materials, this simple building known as the "Prime Minister's Official Residence" is actually the same as the official residence in the old world. It is only suitable for the Prime Minister's office and not for living.

As a result, after get off work every day, Xia Xianze would walk home most of the time as long as time allowed. Over the years, everyone, including Xia Xianze, had married an indigenous Ming girl and started a family.

A thick layer of white snow has accumulated in the courtyard of the Prime Minister's official residence, and there is a "squeaking" sound when you step on it.

Xia Xianze, who was walking in the courtyard, felt the snowflakes blowing on his face, and felt inexplicably relaxed: "I haven't seen snow in several years."

In the past few years, most people have stayed in the warm south, so they haven't seen snow for a long time.

After wandering around the courtyard for two times with his head lowered, Xia Xianze stepped out of the wrought iron gate through the thick snow while breathing in white air.

The sentry at the door, wearing a military coat and with snow on his shoulders, saw the adult going out and immediately stood up with a gun and saluted.

Xia Xianze nodded and stood at the gate and thought for a while. What he entered was a dim and silent long street, snowflakes were flying, and he couldn't see anything clearly from twenty meters away.

At this moment, on his right side, there are a series of small courtyards of government departments. If you walk further, you will come to a community where many people live, and Xia Xianze's home is also there.

Opposite him, separated by an asphalt road, is a row of government departments, including finance, internal affairs and other key departments.

On his left hand, there is a "dead-end road". Lying at the end of the road is the palace, commonly known as the "big supermarket".

This short stretch of road gathers all the key departments of the cross-regional regime. This area will be cordoned off every evening after get off work, making it inaccessible to ordinary people. Therefore, there is no one on the long street at this moment, with only small buildings on both sides. There are also dots of lights inside, which means that some workaholics are still working hard all night.

Xia Xianze seemed to be a little worried today. After standing in front of the official residence and looking around, he did not turn right to go home as usual, but turned left towards the palace.

The palace was very close, two to three hundred meters away. A few minutes later, Xia Xianze passed through the same wrought iron gate and stepped into the palace covered in snowflakes.

Although the owner of this building often disappears, at least tonight, the palace is not lonely.

Before reaching the second floor, the Prime Minister heard the roar coming from the high-fidelity speakers. The girl's high-pitched voice and the familiar melody made the Prime Minister feel trance for a while - what was playing in the speakers was a song from the old world.

An ancient dance song "Wow".

When the Prime Minister went up to the second floor, he saw a lively scene.

Under the bright lights, a large group of passers-by seemed to be having a party. They were holding wine glasses, which exuded the aroma of champagne, Maotai and Wuliangye.

There is no doubt that this group of people have been drinking for a long time. They gathered under the wrought iron LED light branches in the middle of the hall, all with red faces and open collars, swaying their buttocks in a circle and roaring.

Surrounded by the drunkards was Li Dazui, the general prostitute of Haojing Ao who was performing a hot dance and the spokesperson of the entertainment industry. This man was obviously drunk, and his upper body was naked, revealing a white body.

He cosplayed with Li Zhenxian with his mouth hanging from his mouth, and he even rubbed his pectoralis major muscles from time to time. The scene was unsightly.

After Xia Xianze went upstairs and saw this scene, he shook his head helplessly and quietly walked around the group of drunkards.

Since it is a supermarket layout, there is naturally a room at the back of the hall. The next moment, as expected, the Prime Minister saw tonight's target in a room at the back - who was smoking cigars and chatting with several time travellers.

His Majesty the Imperial Emperor Cao Chuan.

Obviously, His Majesty the Emperor today is a little special.

Before that, the emperor had been elusive most of the time and rarely communicated with the people. Usually if he had something to explain, he would just tell Xia Xianze in a few words. Like today, "having fun with the people"

The scene has only happened two or three times since time travel.

So Xia Xianze was a little surprised. In fact, he received a call in the afternoon and knew that Cao Chuan was back. Unexpectedly, the emperor unexpectedly went out of his way and held a party in the palace.

Glancing down at the wooden box of Cohiba cigars placed on the coffee table, Xia Xianze frowned unnaturally. He knew that all the enjoyment enjoyed by these drunkards today, including those Maotai Champagne Wuliangye Cuban cigars, must have been His Majesty's private property.

Old world luxuries brought over – these things are subject to quota!

Xia Xianze, who usually allocates quotas to various departments until his hair turns gray, felt a little unhappy at this moment.
Chapter completed!