May 19, summer solstice.

According to the custom, every summer solstice, the officials of the Ming Dynasty will have a three-day holiday, the summer solstice of the third year of Chongzhen, no one in the Manchu Dynasty has a rest, and all of them are urgently recruited into the palace by the emperor.

The Shuntian Mansion, which is subordinate to the Northern Zhili, broke out with a plague.

Imperial Palace.

Chongzhen sat on the top of the main hall, looking at the civil and military officials below with an expressionless face, and a trace of anger appeared in his eyes.

A few months ago, an edict was issued for the bureaucrats and gentry to open porridge factories to help the people of the Ming Dynasty who had no way to survive, but few bureaucratic squires responded.

If you don't respond, the court will distribute the grain in the granary and buy the grain in the grain store, and these behind-the-scenes owners will sit on the ground and raise the price.

It is difficult to make a fortune and drink the blood of the victims.

Chongzhen's original plan to use the silver to establish the new three battalions was all spent, barely enough for the people of Beizhili to survive until the winter solstice.

The winter solstice is only the beginning of winter, and this winter, because these bureaucrats and squires don't know how many people will die.

The high-grade watered fields and middle fields in Beizhili can no longer grow grain, and the yield of the largest number of inferior fields is very low, and the grain harvested in autumn can feed half of the common people at most.

There are still nearly two million people who have no food to eat.

Those are the people of the Ming Dynasty, Chongzhen can't breathe whenever he thinks that so many people of the Ming Dynasty will starve to death and freeze to death this winter.

The imperial court has no silver, where to buy the rations of two million people, if these bureaucrats and squires do not sit on the ground and raise the price, the rations of these two million people of the Ming Dynasty have already been purchased.

Now that the plague has broken out in Shuntianfu outside Beiping City, these 'loyal ministers' who usually claim to be loyal to the monarch and patriotic have said that they have something at home and want to go back to their hometown.

Officials whose ancestral home is in Beizhili can find an excuse at will, either saying that their teachers have died in a foreign country, or that their relatives and friends have died in a foreign country, and they can resign for the sake of filial piety.

Chongzhen looked at these ugly faces, a little disgusted.

Front row of the morning shift.

Zhang Fengxiang, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, took a leave of absence a few months ago, and he also approved it, and after finishing the last thing, he was going to the Daimyo Mansion next to Shandong to temporarily avoid the limelight.

Just when the main hall was filled with a false voice, Lang Zhong of the Ministry of Works' Tuntian Division stood up and said: "Weichen has a big event, I want to show the emperor." ”

Finally, someone was willing to worry about state affairs, the anger in Chongzhen's heart calmed down a little, and he said expressionlessly: "Aiqing, please speak." ”

Tun Tian Langzhong didn't use a tearful expression, setting off how sad this matter was, but just told it at a glance: "Emperor Qiqi, when Weichen counted how many acres of land in Beizhili could be planted during this time. ”

"A strange thing has been discovered, it has been three or four months since the Jurchen Tartars retreated, and if there was an outbreak of the plague, it would have broken out long ago."

"But in this period of three or four months, there was no outbreak of the plague, but just a few days ago, the plague broke out suddenly without warning."

Several Shangshu who were recuperating behind closed doors raised their eyelids and glanced at Tuntian Langzhong at the same time, and had an evaluation of this capable general of the Ministry of Works.

The eloquence is no less than that of Kim Zhijun, who has completely disappeared.

Tun Tian Langzhong's words of framing the Song family were extremely clever, and he did not take the initiative to say it, but induced the emperor step by step, making the emperor think that he had seen through all this with his own intelligence.

When others say, the emperor may maintain a certain degree of suspicion, and what he sees through will definitely be convinced.

Chongzhen's fingers suddenly pressed the dragon chair, pressed it tightly, his nails turned white, and said with a facial expression: "Go on." ”

Tun Tian Langzhong tried his best to suppress the smile on his face, but sometimes his emotions were uncontrollable, and he quickly lowered his head: "A few days ago, a Song family workshop suddenly increased its manpower in order to produce more cloth. ”

"There are more than 700 spinning women in the Song workshop."

This sentence fell in the main hall, and the noisy Imperial Pole Hall suddenly quieted down, and looked at Tun Tian Langzhong, who said this sentence that was enough to destroy the nine clans.

There are very few people who know the plans of the Ministry of Industry, only a few core figures of the Donglin Party.

Most of the officials in the court did not know that this was the temple of the Ministry of Industry, and the common people of the world were afraid of the plague, and these drunken officials were even more afraid.

"Traitor, mislead the country!"

"Your Majesty, the last general asked to lead the Shenji Battalion to copy the Song family."

"Your Majesty, it's too merciful to raid the family, and the Nine Clans should be wiped out!"

In the main hall, which had not been quiet for a long time, various shouting and noisy sounds began to come out again, the difference was that this time there was a surprisingly unanimous demand to destroy the Song family.

The governance of a great country needs to be calm.

As the king of a country, it is not easy to assert the life and death of a person, let alone a family of more than 100 people.

Today, Chongzhen sat on the top of the main hall and moved his murderous intent for the second time.

For the first time.

Eradicate the eunuchs.