Chapter 249: Pessimism

The snowflakes drifted down, pure white like jade, as if messengers sent by God spreading blessings to the faithful.

The Parisians, confined to their homes, came out one by one and joined the children in the snow to play, enjoying this wonderful time to the fullest.

"Snow" was a rarity for the Parisians. Medici recalled that the last time it snowed in Paris was many years ago.

How many years exactly, Medici could no longer remember. To those who were starving and cold, "snow" wasn't anything good, and there was no need to specifically commemorate it.

This year was an exception, as the benefits from the Prusso-Russian War were not only enjoyed by Austria; France also reaped substantial benefits.

Against the backdrop of a booming economy, social tensions in France eased, and the most apparent indicator was the improved daily life of Parisians.

In this regard, Medici felt it the most. As the owner of a small newsstand, he had his unique way of judging.