Heavy snow had fallen for seven days, leaving Su Rong utterly exasperated.
She summoned Zhang Yun and gave him an ultimatum, "Think of something. The Ministry of War must quickly develop a snow plow roller or else you'll be the one to shovel the snow and clear the paths."
Zhang Yun's mouth twitched, "Princess, ah, Your Highness, please don't fixate on your servant. The Observatory Bureau has already said that this winter would see heavy snow, a very heavy snow, a rarity in a century. This is not something your servant can predict, and in such a short time, your servant also can't make the Ministry of War produce this kind of vehicle for the purpose you mentioned."
Su Rong looked at him, "I don't care, just figure something out. As long as you create snow-clearing equipment, that will suffice."
Zhang Yun immediately said, "Isn't this a job for the Ministry of Works?"
