Zheng smiled arrogantly, his resentful eyes were as vicious as a poisonous snake: "You think you are something, you are a sinister seed!" ”

Jiang Banxia lowered her eyelids, the dagger was easily pinched in her palm, and the cold temperature of the metal extinguished her self-deception fantasies little by little.

"Is that enough?" She said calmly: "I didn't say enough that I could continue." ”

Zheng Shi was stunned, she didn't expect Jiang Banxia to be so calm.

"It's okay, I wouldn't mind you wasting your time." Jiang Banxia smiled: "After all, I will be very happy to fulfill the wish of a dying person." ”

Zheng's pupils shrank, the sharp dagger was pressed against her cheek, and the woman's beautiful face was close at hand, and the cold made people shiver.

She couldn't stand such intimidation, and shouted by the neck: "If you have the ability to stab me to death, you will stab me to death!" ”

Jiang Banxia turned a deaf ear to Zheng's swearing, she plucked out her ears and said, "It's very noisy, I don't want your tongue." ”

This impatient sentence worked very well, and Zheng immediately stopped talking, she believed that Jiang Banxia would definitely do what she said.

"Say, you know, don't try to lie, I hate liars the most." Jiang Banxia sat back in her chair, playing with the sharp dagger in her hand, and she used the dagger to carefully barb her shaved fingers.

Zheng curled up on the ground and asked tremblingly, "You... What do you want to know? ”

"You know everything." Jiang Banxia said word by word.

Zheng trembled, knowing that this matter could not be avoided, so he closed his eyes and started from the beginning.

That night, no one knew what Zheng and Jiang Banxia said, and the Zheng family was released at dawn the next day, and everything was safe for the next three days.

Everyone, including Zheng's son, thought that this matter had been revealed, who wanted Zheng to commit suicide at home on the fourth day, holding a pair of longevity locks in his hands, and the longevity locks cast by silver were engraved with four words: 'Wang Qiao Hundred Years'.

Ordinary people's longevity locks, the engraved words are all 'longevity 100 years old', 'joy and peace' words, Zheng's hands of this longevity lock is really peculiar, go to see the work of surprise.

"Wang Qiao's 100 Years" quotes the allusion of Wang Qiao's encounter with immortals, who can engrave these four words on the longevity lock, should be a Taoist person seeking immortality, but it is too nonsense, how can any parents send such blessings to their children.

This long-lived lock with a murder case fell on Jiang Banxia's desk several times, and she often went to see this long-lived lock, and her silent appearance was very scary.

*

In the blink of an eye, the light snow has passed, the north wind is cold to the bone, countless letters are exchanged to and fro in the celebrant supervisor, and after collecting the mining rights, Jiang Banxia's prestige in the southeast region is growing day by day, and the official title of a hundred households is actually equivalent to the right of the commander.

The red-clothed Ti rode out of the way, riding a majestic high-headed horse, bathed in the center of power, and Jiang Banxia couldn't help but imagine the future again, the future she hoped for.

The abundant mining tax temporarily made up for the loopholes of the disaster relief in the south of the Yangtze River, and the Northeast Taiping Hou passed on the good news again, and Daming opened the border trade before the arrival of the first snow this winter, and countless cattle, sheep and jewelry poured into Daming, singing and dancing everywhere, as if the whole world was prosperous. Beanie boxes

Some people say that the world is actually an upside-down mirror, half heaven and half hell, some laugh and some cry, the tears of the poor are worthless, and there is not even a chance to fall.

Jiang Banxia looked at the victims who froze to death on the outskirts of the city, her heart sank again, she had also experienced the famine herself, but the tragic scene at the moment made her close her eyes stiffly.

The soup kitchen was still there, but before the victims could drink the porridge, they had already frozen to death in the cold winter night, and there were people lying everywhere on the ground, the living next to the dead, the dead on top of the dead, and everywhere.

In the autumn, worried that the displaced people would grab food, the three divisions of the yamen and the governor discussed to block the victims outside the city, and these victims dug holes on the roadside outside the city to take shelter, and when there was disaster relief porridge, they drank porridge, and if they didn't, they ate grass roots and bark to maintain their lives.

In just three months, more than 80,000 people died of starvation in the once rich Jiangnan region in the southeast region, and hundreds of corpses that died of starvation and freezing were collected and buried by the government every morning outside Hangzhou alone.

In the desperate shortage of food, starvation and freezing to death, some people began to take risks and steal the corpses, and the places outside the city where the dead bodies were buried were cut open at night, and the corpses were disemboweled, as if they were eaten by wild animals.

Gradually, people began to sell meatballs made of this 'meat', and even became the food for the victims of the disaster, and this kind of inhumane tragedy happened all the time.

The government repeatedly banned them, and if they arrested these people in private, they could only be secretly executed, not daring to make a noise, for fear that those victims who could not survive would go completely crazy.

Later, Jiang Banxia arrested a few people who were engaged in the meat business by thunderous means, and tortured them in public to stop the trend of selling starving meat, and the bloody conflict between the army and the victims lasted for half a winter.

"How many people are coming over for porridge today?" Jiang Banxia asked the servant of the soup kitchen as usual.

"Hui Jiang Ye, there are fewer people than yesterday." The servant of the soup porridge rubbed his fingers that were red and sores from the cold, and said in a trembling voice: "It's too cold, and many people haven't survived." ”

Jiang Banxia looked at the porridge water in the pot that was so thin that it could show the shadow of a person, and she knew in her heart, I am afraid that the granary is about to run out, and the consumption of food is much greater than she imagined.

"It's so cold, it's so cold, people can't freeze to death in a place where there is no shelter from the wind and warmth." Followed by He Qiao, who kept turning in place with his arms in motion, after being kidnapped by Ao Ji, he tried his best to escape from the hands of the people who answered him, and after he came back, the boss seemed to be more and more unkind to see him, what went wrong with him?

Thinking about it, He Qiaoyi sighed, and hit the tree on the side of the road, causing the copper coin to meow and scream, as if he was laughing at him.

The fat copper coin is thin, it is hungry and thin, the oily and slippery fur of the past has lost its luster, and the whole copper coin looks sad, and it rubs Jiang Banxia's arm like a coquettish person with a plush head.

Jiang Banxia patted the copper coin's head and motioned for it to go away, her current mood was very solemn, and a sense of powerlessness arose.

*

Kyoto, Forbidden City.

The north is always colder than the south, and a few fine snows began to fall one after another just after the beginning of winter.

It's the same day, the sky is gloomy, and it looks like it's going to snow, but Emperor Qingwen's mood is not affected, he is just happy, and finally sees his son become a parent, and happily holds a family banquet in the palace.

A sandalwood round table, covered with thick Shu brocade, Emperor Qingwen sat on the head, and the following sat down according to the elders and youngsters, and the people who sat on the table were his sons and daughters-in-law.

"Don't be restrained, just treat it as an ordinary family banquet, there are no kings and ministers at this banquet, only father and son." Emperor Qingwen took the lead in raising a glass and said: "I don't have much to say, I drink this glass of wine first to bless you." ”