Chapter 320：

The British Isles has a temperate maritime climate, mild and rainy throughout the year.

Merlin also told him that in previous years, the British Isles were like spring all year round and were mild and humid.

But this winter, it was so cold, so cold.

It was so cold that the teardrops in his eyes would fall into icy slag.

Looking at the frozen ground in his hands, and then at the crops that have been frozen to death.

Shirou's heart collapsed.

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this.

How come these seeds, these crops, were frozen to death?

If these crops were frozen to death, what would he do to feed people?

Lift your head and look up at the sky.

It was a gray, icy sky.

"What to do? What to do?"

"It's all frozen to death! What should I do? How can I live this winter?"

The farmers around were crying, and everyone was wiping their tears, with a sad look on their faces.

They had never encountered such a cold day.

But no matter how cold the body is, it is not as cold as the heart.

What to do?

The crops are all dead.

How to live?

Shi Lang stared at the gray sky blankly, his thoughts were already broken.

He collapsed.

Why?

Why is this happening?

Don't you give me a little bit of survival?

"Wang...what should we do? What should we do?"

"Yeah, Wang... Talk to you. What shall we do next?"

"Wang..."

...

The whispering sound in my ears is full of desire and inquiries.

——How do I know!

Shirou wanted to say this, but in the end he didn't say it.

He wiped away the tears, so that no one could see the marks around his eyes.

He turned around and looked at the collapsed people, his hands under his sleeves clenched tightly.

Everyone collapsed.

But he alone—can't.

He said: "It doesn't matter, it freezes to death, just plant it again. We still have food, and we can survive the planting period."

Although people were frightened, they settled down at the moment.

Wang's face was calm, as if it was not a major event.

This makes people feel at ease.

Wang said that there was still food, and they could survive.

"Lucan." Shilang called to Lucan and said, "You immediately send people to pull out all the frozen crops, which can be made into bread, and do it quickly. The grain in the warehouse is temporarily out of service. Eat what you can eat right now. Then send people to build sheds for the land!"

"Building a shed?" Lucan was stunned for a moment.

"Don't ask, do it quickly," Shi Lang said.

"Yes--!"

Shi Lang walked back to the palace.

His pace is slow, and everyone can see the flatness on his face.

It was plain, as if nothing was a problem.

This icy day, the frozen crops, is not a problem.

People feel relieved.

Shiro returned to the palace.

It was dark, and the candlelight on the wall could hardly disperse the darkness.

No one.

Shirou's heart was affected by the great cold.

The face was grim and painful.

Tears kept streaming down.

However, it was silent.

He was afraid of being heard.

He is afraid of being seen.

But...

How should I feed these people?