Han’s Son is Not a Slave

A blizzard turned the entire capital into a white world.

This year's snow is bigger than in previous years. People in Sijiucheng say that it has grown so big, and they have never seen such heavy snow in the capital.

Under the heavy snow, Shuntianfu's corpse carts went back and forth in and out of the city gate. In the car, there were beggars who were frozen to death, there were also poor people who came to Beijing to complain to the imperial court but had no way to go, and they used up all their troubles. The group of people who transported the corpses also saw a lot of corpses. It was no surprise that they drove the carriage out of the city complaining all the way, and then threw the corpses to the mass grave, regardless of whether there were wild dogs who would come to eat the corpses. Get back to the car. There's no way, it's freezing cold and the yamen don't give much money. Who would be willing to dig a hole for these unlucky ghosts who died of freezing and let them bury them in the ground. If it's too late to go back, it's impossible to say that the gang in the yamen will deduct their money again.

It was freezing cold outside the house, and the people were either lying in bed or roasting charcoal fires, and no one wanted to go out and suffer. Occasionally, the neighbors who stop by will also joke that they have just urinated outside, but the urine is frozen before it hits the ground. This, of course, is a joke, and no one will believe it.

Speaking of which, the most unlucky people in Beijing are not the beggars who were frozen to death, nor the people who transported the corpses, but the guards who were responsible for collecting the excrement of various houses and sweeping the streets. It was too cold this day, and the dung of each family was better collected. The horse dung and cow dung on the street were frozen like an iron mound, and no matter how much shoveled it could not be shoveled. After a day's work, the guards were so cold that they lost consciousness from the neck to the feet, their hands were frozen like ice cubes, and their ears were already gone.

If it weren't for the baby at home, who would be willing to do such a terrifying errand? Some older people think about the Ming Dynasty. At that time, the sewers in Beijing city were in all directions. The government sent people to repair and dredge them regularly. , where do you need it now, carrying Jingtong and others every day to collect it. The cattle and carriages on the streets are also strictly controlled, not as unruly as they are now. One day when the carriages and horses came down, a good street became a dung street, and it stinks. It's okay if it's colder, it's going to be dry this day, and then the wind blows, and Sijiucheng becomes a stinky city. Which house next to the street is not painted with feces on the wall, it is not good to say it.

In the snowstorm, a few shivering guards who wrapped themselves tightly but were still frozen were shovel after shovel throwing the frozen mounds of cow and horse dung onto the car. Not far away, dozens of health workers were cleaning the snow on the streets with various tools. The snow was really heavy, and just after the front was swept, another layer fell from the back.

"I said Lao Zhao, according to what you said, won't Master Chongzhen have nothing to do with us?"

"Why don't we have anything to do with it? But it's easier than now, and it's not so dirty. At least you don't have to worry about stepping on **** when you go out."

"How many years has it been? It's only sixteen years in total. How could the capital be like this?"

"This underground pipeline, the yamen can't send someone to go through it. It doesn't work like this, it's at the feet of the emperor anyway."

"Tongtong? Now the people in the yamen don't know much about the Ming Dynasty. The pipes below are blocked. It's not a trivial matter to clear it up. Who are the gentlemen above who are willing to do this, and who understand it? . . ..Alas, speaking of which, in the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, there will be a great plague in the capital, and hundreds of thousands of people will die, and the city of Beijing will never be clean."

"Do you know that the Manchurians used urine to wash their faces when they were outside the gates in the early years, and their virtues have entered the flowery rivers and mountains of the Han people, so how can they be clean?" "Remember that Manchus wash their faces with urine, not a fiction.)

"That's right, the dirtiest place in this capital is where the bannermen live. Anyway, I won't go to clean them if I kill them. Not to mention being dirty, I'm still being scolded all the time. Those bannermen have long eyes. In the sky, it seems that we Han people are born to beat and scold them. Damn, the **** pulled out by these gangsters stinks more than our Han people."

"Okay, don't say a few words, and quickly clear the snow and cow and horse dung, or the master above will say that we are lazy again."

The foreman who led the shift saw that this group of people was getting more and more outrageous, and stopped them aloud. One of them didn't have a door. Can you say such a thing, will you die?

When the foreman said something, the guards naturally dared not say anything, and continued to work with their heads buried in their heads.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the north wind was howling. This person couldn't hear what the other person said face to face. But in this ghostly weather, the gang of soldiers and horses from Wucheng appeared in the snowstorm, shouting and rushing aside the guards who were cleaning the snow and the people who were out of the city in an emergency.

A group of guards were wondering what kind of medicine the uncles of the Wucheng Soldiers and Horse Division took the wrong medicine. In the cold weather, they ran out to work on duty, but they heard the sound of hoofs coming from the imperial city in the distance, and then they saw a The brigade of cavalry was rushing over, guarding several carriages.

"Kneel down, kneel down!"

The soldiers of the Wucheng Soldiers and Masi shouted and slammed the guards who were still standing stupidly with their spears.

"Master Jun, which of these princes and ministers has to leave the city when the weather is freezing cold?" the daring idle man asked.

"Why are you asking so many questions, shut up!"

The people of the army and horse division have no good mood to pay attention to this idle man. You said that this emperor is really true. You are not staying in the palace and hugging the empress and empress tenderly on a cold day.

All the way along the imperial city, there are soldiers and horses from the five cities to maintain order. The common people, guards, and other people all knelt on the ground when the emperor's motorcade passed by~www.NovelMTL.com~ No one dared to lift their heads. When they got up, under the raging cold wind, people's expressions were numb. Occasionally, some people couldn't help but look up and wanted to take a look, but they were immediately taught by the soldiers and horses who had been staring at them.

The emperor's car drove all the way from the imperial city to the city gate, and wherever he went, people were kneeling on the ground. Finally, the emperor's car drove out of the city and went straight to the west mountain.

Sitting in the carriage with the heater, Shunzhi felt as cold as the weather outside. Nothing is going well for the young emperor now. Inside the palace, Concubine Dong E's condition became more and more serious; outside the palace, there was no good news from the southwest, but Hunan and Hubei rushed to the capital.

The young emperor really couldn't figure it out, why did the thief showcai from Guangdong not go to Yunnan to work on his court and the emperor, but instead led his troops to turn Hunan upside down.

Shunzhi really couldn't understand, so he decided to go to Xishan. There, perhaps Zen Master Yulin can solve his doubts.

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The weather is bad this year, floods have occurred in various places, and another typhoon is coming soon. Without bones, extra income is secondary. The most important thing is to hope that no major disasters will occur again. I wish you all the best of luck. (To be continued.)