"I heard that Lu Zhengchu gave the kid a word, and put it away."

"Huh." He Liangyuan laughed it off.

He picked up a chess piece and said with a little sarcasm: "Within one day, more than 100 doctors were summoned to learn the golden needle bloodletting method, and the king put it with great skill." ”

"100 people a day, 10,000 people can be taught in a few days. Jingzhong has gone crazy, and King Qi is in the limelight for a while. He Zhengxiao said thoughtfully: "In order to put King Qi on the throne, he can be regarded as racking his brains. ”

"So, can the plague really be cured?"

"Since ancient times, all walks of life have cherished their own secret skills." He Zhengxiao said: "I don't know how Wang Xiao persecuted that little doctor to give up such a stunt that can change fame and wealth for a lifetime?" ”

He Liangyuan dropped the chess piece at this time, and muttered: "The old man can't figure out his move...... The matter of Prince Gong's Mansion made the nobles in Beijing panic. If he hides this trick at the bottom of the box, it can easily be turned into a big use. Now that the secret method has been handed down, this powerful move can be regarded as a waste. The final credit and fame are still all those of King Qi. To be able to sit in this position, who is not walking on thin ice and not wanting to desperately save more hole cards? I can't figure it out. ”

"That kid has always had something wrong with his brain." He Zhengxiao said: "During the two days he was in Guozijian, I looked at it carefully, and he was not a person with outstanding talent. ”

He Liangyuan smiled bitterly, thought of the two slaps again, and sighed: "It doesn't matter if he's stupid or not." In the current situation, the old man can't use his skills. ”

"Not only is the eldest brother not good at performing, isn't Lu Zhengchu also afraid of Wang Xiao? The above table resigned as the first assistant. ”

"What does the DPRK say?"

He Zhengxiao said with schadenfreude: "What else can I say? Afraid of difficulties and dangers, unbearable and useless, he has become the laughing stock of the world, and the reputation of the old thing in this life is half gone. ”

He Liangyuan's face suddenly sank, and his face showed displeasure.

He Zhengxiao was taken aback, and then realized that this sentence poked at the sore spot of the eldest brother.

"Big brother, I mean ...... Lu"

He Liangyuan waved his hand and said slowly: "I heard that few people from the Nine Gates have transported coffins out of the city recently. ”

"yes." He Zhengxiao sighed: "When the epidemic was at its worst, there were thousands of coffins at the city gate, but these days are less. It seems that King Qi's epidemic prevention errand is about to be completed, and it will be even more difficult to do in the future. ”

"The old man got the news that Wang Xiao has been secretly ordering people to burn the corpses of the people to create the illusion that the epidemic in Beijing has eased." He Liangyuan's eyes narrowed, and said, "Now that the treatment is available, those princes and princes don't have to be jealous of the tragedy in Prince Gong's Mansion anymore, and they should come out and make trouble." ”

He Zhengxiao asked in a low voice, "How do we do it?" ”

"We don't have to do anything." He Liangyuan said: "I heard that Cui Ping, a grain merchant in the capital, went to Wang's house last night. You go and let out the news, Wang Xiao is going to fight the price of food next. For the rest, naturally someone will do ......"

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What has happened in the Chu Dynasty these days, drought, locust plague, snow plague, plague, rebellion, food shortage...... For those in high positions in the temple, the more intuitive impression is that these are all errands.

If the errand is not done well, there is no merit, but if it is done, there is merit. Errand is the process, and merit is the result.

It's a difficult process, but if you only want results, there's no other way.

For example, you can take refuge in people with merit, and you can also erase the merits of others......

Therefore, the things that the court is most concerned about are nothing more than those, can Wang Xiao be crowned marquis? Can the King of Qi become a prince? How will the Cabinet divide the forces......

But for the people living at the bottom, all this is a huge pressure.

It's like a stone on the road, and if a person sees it, as long as he kicks it, it is a catastrophe for ants.

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On the seventh day of November, heavy snowfall.

Dongduoqiao Second Lane.

Feng Xiaoliu carried two baskets of paper money and went out to set up a stall. When he reached the bridge, he was driven back by the patrol battalion soldiers.

When he got home, he saw that his mother Ma was still tearing the yellow paper, so he persuaded: "Mother, don't tear it if you are not feeling well, the government will not let you go out to sell, and you will not be able to get money for tearing it again." ”

Ma's hand kept moving, and he coughed: "I heard that the plague is almost over, and it can be sold again in a few days." ”

Feng Xiaoliu was a little deflated and said: "I thought that there were many dead people, and this paper money business could be prosperous." I didn't expect it to be sold for a few days...... In the future, there will be fewer people at funerals, what can I do with this yellow paper? ”

"If you don't sell it, you won't sell it." Ma's face was not very good, but he still smiled and said with relief: "We fled here, picked up this house to live in, and got help, which is already a great blessing, and we should be content." ”

Feng Xiaoliu was a little proud, and said, "What blessing?" It's my brain. ”

Their mother and son were the first refugees to flee the famine, and after arriving in the capital, Feng Xiaoliu wandered around and found that this small room was uninhabited, so he inquired. learned that the original head of the household was killed by the Du brothers in the Ruyi Vinegar Workshop in front of him, and the brother-in-law of the head of the household killed the Du brothers and was arrested, leaving a little girl to be picked up, and the house was empty.

Feng Xiaoliu secretly moved in with his old lady.

Later, the brother-in-law of the head of the household came back for a visit. Seeing that Feng Xiaoliu was filial, not only did he not want to go back to the house, but also helped him with a little silver, Feng Xiaoliu bought a small business.

At this time, Feng Xiaoliu's eyes rolled, looked out of the crack in the door, and said in a low voice: "Mother, in fact, I figured it out, when the patrol camp changed guards in the afternoon, no one was guarding the street for half a minute, I can go to the goldfish pond to sell paper...... The day before yesterday, I sold two large baskets. ”

Ma Shi coughed again and persuaded: "Don't go, everyone has said it, don't hang outside at this season." People, cherish the blessings. ”

"The price of food and medicine has risen, and if you don't come back with some money, what will you eat in a few days." Feng Xiaoliu said: "You are still sick, I will catch two pieces of medicine and come back today." ”

Ma touched his neck and whispered a little uncomfortably: "Son, you said that I have this pimple, am I infected with the plague?" ”

"How can you, mother, you haven't been out before." Feng Xiaoliu stared at the crack in the door and replied casually.

……

At dusk, a wisp of smoke drifted gently in the second lane of Dongduanqiao.

Wang Mingming, the patrol guard of the patrol camp, heard the crying, frowned, kicked the door open, and saw Feng Xiaoliu holding his mother's corpse and burning paper while crying.

Wang Mingming was so frightened that he took a step back and tightened the mask on his face.

"Quick, let the corpse transport team come over!"

Not long after, a team of people in full armor rushed in, and without saying a word, grabbed Ma's body and stuffed it into a sack.

"What are you doing?! Don't touch my mother! ”

Feng Xiaoliu was put on the wall by water and fire sticks, shouting non-stop.

The water and fire stick around his neck made him unable to exert his strength, and seeing that the sack containing Ma's was taken out of the door, Feng Xiaoliu was extremely angry and was asked to smack the person next to him.

Wang Mingming shouted: "Take him away too!" ”

Another sack was covered, and Feng Xiaoliu couldn't see the outside as soon as his eyes broke.

The cart walked for a while, and suddenly heard Wang Mingming exclaim again.

"You all don't want to die, get out of the way!"

Then, there were earth-shattering shouts on all sides.

"When the dead are buried in the ground, they can have peace of mind. Those who burn my relatives will not share the sky! ”

Someone cried out: "In order to cover up the tragic situation, the government snatched the blood of our parents, piled them up like pigs and dogs, and burned them with fire. If we can endure this, what face do we have to live in the world?! ”

"Yes, for the merits of a few people who are officials, can we make our family and relatives turn into powder after death, and our souls have no place to return, and we will be lonely ghosts?"

"Everyone is making a fuss, we must go up to the mandate of heaven and let the Son of Heaven punish the traitor severely......"

Feng Xiaoliu listened to it, only to feel that his heart was ignited, and he was indignant.

A few more screams were heard, and someone untied his sack.

There was a chaotic scene in front of him, and a group of people rushed up, punching and kicking the patrol camp and the corpse patrol team......

Feng Xiaoliu looked at the errand officer who was like mud on the ground, and forcibly held back to prevent himself from vomiting.

"Where's my mother?"

He swept his gaze, only to see two men in white robes disappearing outside the city gate with a cart at great speed.

"Mother!"

Someone shouted with red eyes: "Don't be afraid, let's go to the crematorium on the outskirts of Beijing to get your mother back." ”

Feng Xiaoliu cried and shouted: "They are all liars, my mother has never been anywhere or is sick, they are all liars......"

"Yes, the government is just for its own political achievements."

"King Qi is in charge of epidemic prevention, but it's a pity to use a traitor like Wang Xiao......"

Feng Xiaoliu completely drove out the scene of selling yellow paper in the goldfish pond from his mind, and the unbearable huge guilt in his heart finally turned into raging anger.

He no longer wanted to calm down and think about anything, he just wanted to shout and roar with all his might.

So he followed the crowd, waving his fists.

"When the dead are buried in the ground, they can have peace of mind. Burn my relatives and relatives, and don't share the sky! ”