A blizzard turns the entire Kyoshi into a white world.
This year's snow is heavier than in previous years, and the people of Sijiu City say that it has grown so big, and they have never seen such a big snow in Jingshi.
Under the heavy snowfall, the corpse trucks of Shuntianfu went back and forth in and out of the city gate.
In the car, there were all beggars who had frozen to death, and there were also poor people who came to Beijing to sue the emperor but had no way, and they ran out of entanglements, and those who had no name and no surname did not know where they came.
The group of people who carried the corpses also saw a lot of corpses, and they were not surprised, and they drove the carriage out of the city all the way complaining, and then threw the corpses to the mass grave, regardless of whether there were wild dogs coming to gnaw on the corpses and hurried back.
There is no way, it is freezing on this day, and the money given by the yamen is small, who is willing to dig a pit for these unlucky ghosts who are frozen to death and let them fall into the ground.
If it's too late to go back, I can't say that the gang in the yamen will deduct their money again.
Outside the house, it was very cold, and the people were either hiding under the quilt or baking coals, and no one wanted to go out and suffer.
Occasionally, neighbors will joke that they just peed outside, but the urine was frozen before it hit the ground.
This, of course, is a joke, and no one will believe it.
Speaking of which, the most unfortunate people in Beijing are not the beggars who froze to death, nor the people who carry the corpses, but the guards who are responsible for collecting the excrement of families and sweeping the streets.
It was too cold on this day, and the manure of each family was still better collected, and the horse manure and cow dung on the street were frozen like iron stones, and they could not be shoveled.
At the end of the day's work, the guards were so cold from neck to foot that they lost consciousness, their hands were even more frozen like ice cubes, and their ears were already gone.
If it weren't for the baby at home waiting to be fed, who would be willing to do this terrible errand.
There are older people who will think about the Ming Dynasty, then the sewers in Beijing City are extending in all directions, the government regularly sends people to overhaul and dredge, and the people spend some money to connect the sewers with their own homes, and the feces are directly flushed into the pipes.
The oxen and carriages on the streets were also strictly controlled, unlike now, there were no rules.
One day when the carriage came down, a good street became a dung street, and the smell was unbearable.
It's just a little colder, but it's going to be dry this day, and if the wind blows, Sijiu City will become a stinky city.
None of the houses on the street have been painted with feces, and it is unfortunate to say.
In the wind and snow, several guards who had wrapped themselves tightly but were still shivering from the cold were throwing the frozen cow and horse dung into the cart one by one.
Not far away, dozens of health workers with various tools are sweeping the snow from the streets.
The snow was so heavy that as soon as the front was swept up, another layer fell from the back.
"I said Lao Zhao, according to what you say, won't Lord Chongzhen have nothing to do with us?"
"It's okay for us, 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."
"It's only been sixteen years since the end of the year, so how can the capital become like this."
"This underground ready-made pipeline, the yamen can't send someone to get through, like this, it's also at the feet of the Son of Heaven."
"The people who are all in the Yamen now are not the ones who will understand more in the Ming Dynasty, the pipes below are blocked, and it is not a trivial matter to dredge up the clean, who is willing to do this, and who understands this matter, alas, speaking of which, to Chongzhen in the seventeenth year of the Beijing plague, hundreds of thousands of people died that will rise, and the city of Beijing has never been clean."
"Do you know that the Manchurians washed their faces with urine when they were outside the customs in their early years, and their virtue entered the flowers and rivers of our Han people, and how clean can they be" Author's note: Tatar drifting is well remembered, and Manchus wash their faces with urine, which is not apocryphal.
"That's right, the dirtiest part of the capital belongs to the place where the banner people live, and I won't clean them anyway.
Not to mention being dirty and tired, they are always scolded, and those flag people have eyes in the sky one by one, as if we Han people are born to be cheap servants who beat and scold them.
Damn, the shit pulled out by these turtle sons is more stinky than that of our Han people. ” "Okay, let's say a few words, hurry up and clear the snow and cow and horse dung, otherwise the lord above will say that we are lazy."
The foreman who led the shift saw that these people were talking more and more unpleasantly, and stopped them with a loud voice As soon as the workers spoke, the guards naturally didn't dare to say any more, and continued to work one by one.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, the north wind was howling, and the man couldn't hear what the other was saying when he was facing each other.
But in this ghost weather, the gang of soldiers and horses from the Five Cities appeared in the wind and snow, shouting to drive aside the guards who were clearing the snow and the people who were in a hurry to leave the city.
A group of guards were wondering what kind of medicine the masters of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division had taken wrong, and they still ran out to be on duty in the cold weather, but they heard the sound of hooves coming from the imperial city in the distance, and then they saw a large group of cavalry escorting several carriages coming.
"Kneel, Kneel" The soldiers of the Five Cities Terracotta Division shouted as they took their spears and knocked on the guards who were still standing stupidly.
"Master Jun, which prince and minister still have to go out of the city in the cold," a bold idler asked.
"Why do you ask so much, shut up" The people of the Terracotta Division are not in a good mood to pay attention to this idle man, you say that this emperor is really, you don't stay in the palace on a cold day and hug the queen mother to keep it warm, what kind of sex to go to Xishan.
All the way along the imperial city, there were people from the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses to maintain order, and the people, guards, and idlers were all kneeling on the ground when the emperor's motorcade passed.
None of them dared to raise their heads, and under the cold wind, people's expressions were numb, and occasionally someone couldn't help but look up and want to take a look, but they were immediately taught a hard lesson by the people who had been staring at them.
The emperor's chariot drove all the way from the imperial city to the city gate, and everywhere he went was the people kneeling on the ground.
Eventually, the emperor's chariot drove out of the city and headed straight for the West Mountain.
Sitting in a carriage with a stove, Shunzhi's mood was as cold as the weather outside.
Nothing is going well for the young Son of Heaven now.
In the palace, Concubine Dong E's condition is getting worse and worse; Outside the palace, there was no good news from the southwest, but Hunan and Hubei complained to the Beijing division one after another.
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The young Son of Heaven really couldn't figure out why the thief Xiucai in Guangdong didn't go to Yunnan to serve his court and emperor, but instead led troops to turn Hunan upside down.
The young Son of Heaven really couldn't figure it out, so he decided to go to Xishan.
There, perhaps Zen Master Yulin can solve his doubts.
This year, the weather is bad, there are floods in various places, and there will be another typhoon soon, and the bones are gone, and the income is secondary, and the most important thing is to hope that there will be no more major disasters.
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