The first snow that year lasted for half a month. It was getting colder day by day. Many houses had been crushed by the snow, and it was unknown just how many casualties there were. A few aristocratic families in Shangjing had opened up granaries and set up gruel stalls. Most of the aristocratic families continued to lead a dazed life as if they were drunk or in a dream.
Jiang Pengji was staying in the Feng residences for the time being. She heard that there were gruel stalls, so she went out with Feng Jin to give gruel to the people.
The snow continued to fall outside. There was already a long line of people in front of the gruel stall. Almost everyone had a withered face and wore thin clothes. Some people were wearing pretty thick clothing, but they were full of patches.
"So many people have been crushed and frozen to death in this heavy snow…"