Yin: 35!
Outside the meridian Gate, the cold wind whistled.
The officials of the capital arrived in carriages one after another. They arrived at the palace and then walked to the meridian Gate.
The whistling cold wind was like a bone-scraping steel knife, swaying the lanterns hanging on the city gate tower and the stone lamps on the roadside. The torches in the guards 'hands shook violently.
The officials were all wrapped in thick cloaks and wearing Windproof Hats. A careful person would notice that no matter how high or low their rank was, or how much power they held, everyone was dressed very simply.
The cloak was made of wool, and the hat was made of rat skin.
Even the wealthier families in the capital could afford to wear this outfit.
The attitude of the capital's officials was very clear. Everyone was poor, and they had enough to feed themselves. Where would they get the silver to donate?
