Zhu Qizhen looked out, and just in time to see that in the adjacent alley, several guys were going out with wooden barrels one by one.

Waiting there for a long time was a group of people, not only beggars in tattered clothes, but also ordinary people in plain clothes.

I saw that everyone was surrounding those guys, and the guards at the door were also here, shouting and scolding from time to time to make people stay away.

As the leftovers in the buckets were dumped into a stone trough, everyone rushed up to grab the leftovers with bowls, basins, and even cloth bags in their hands.

Zhu Qizhen's throat moved, and then he looked at the rice in the bowl, and the good dishes in front of him couldn't swallow it anymore.

When Guo Mao and Jin Qi saw it, they also quickly put down the dishes and chopsticks, and looked at Zhu Qizhen worriedly.

"Childe! Why don't we buy more and give it to the people outside the door? Guo Mao asked tentatively.

Jin Qi, who originally thought that Zhu Qizhen would definitely agree, had already gotten up and was about to call Xiao Er.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Qizhen said no, pointed to the food on the table and let the two of them eat it all, and he also pulled all the rice grains in the bowl clean.

There are no bits left in a meal, and even those vegetable soups are eaten with steamed buns.

Out of the gate of the Drunken Wind Building, Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but glance at the alley again.

There are already enough people who have "grabbed" to go home, and the rest are still waiting for what others have left between their teeth, or what they have thrown away unpalatable leftovers.

"Is there more palace?" Zhu Qizhen suddenly asked.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Jin Qi's head, and he could only say: "Emperor Shengming, there are only a lot more people in the palace than the guests in this drunken wind building, and naturally there are only a lot more leftovers." ”

"Hmmm! Except for the queen mother and the concubines, all palaces will let the Shangshan Supervisor halve according to the current standard in the future, no, reduce it by seventy, and leave three achievements enough. ”

"Yes! When the slave and maid returned to the palace, they were informed. "How dare Jin Qi have two words.

The three of them walked on the streets of the capital, missing the ease just now, and the pleasure of punishing the wicked, leaving only a huge depression filling the three of them.

Wandering around until late at night, Zhu Qizhen took the two back to the palace.

The people who lined up to buy food along the way, or stood in front of the gate of Shuntianfu waiting for relief, lined up one after another, and there were only four words left in their eyes: they wanted to wear it.

At this time, Zhu Qizhen will ask himself, is it enough?

Then he replied: Not enough, now I am sorry for the people who are starving, and those who regard the people as cattle and horses must be punished, so that other people who are watching and even adding fuel to the fire will no longer dare to have this thought.

Today's dinner, a bowl of white rice porridge and a plate of pickles, although they still have the delicacy of the court, but for an emperor, it is extremely simple.

After Zhu Qizhen finished eating, he began to look through the morning

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The letter that was saved, read every word carefully, as if to squeeze yourself into the letter.

The rest of the notes on the table were placed there, and they had already been seen these days, except for taking the opportunity to attack themselves.

It is a request to put the overall situation first, put disaster relief first, and suspend all other things such as the Yellow Book.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that Zhu Qizhen called Guo Mao over and said, "Send Qi Yu over as quickly as possible, remember, be fast!" ”

After Guo Mao left, Zhu Qizhen called Jin Ying over again and said, "Is there a shortage of people for the celebrant supervisor?" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, after Wang Cheng was executed, there will be one less." Kim Young respectfully agreed.

"Then let Jin Qi come up, so that your godson can exercise more, and you can also take advantage of this time to bring him more."

Jin Ying's body was shocked, her lowered face was full of panic, and she agreed with a slight trembling and turned around and walked out of the warm pavilion.

If Zhu Qizhen also wrote a diary, I am afraid he would write it today: On the first day of the sixth month of the fifteenth year of orthodoxy, I forgot how the weather was and what I did, I only remember those people who struggled hard, and their every move hit me in the face, and I can't forget the pain.

Since then, Zhu Qizhen will go to the streets every day after the end of the morning dynasty.

On the seventh day of the first month, I came to the palace to look at the place where the leftovers were thrown, and it was unexpectedly clean.

It turned out that it was the same as the Drunken Wind Building, and all the meals thrown out had already been picked up, and the difference was that there were many more people outside the door of the Drunken Wind Building.

What made Zhu Qizhen blush was that almost all the people who came here were complaining that the food in the palace had deteriorated.

Some people even speculated that the food shortage was real, and even the emperor's family had no surplus food.

I don't know how much convenience this matter has provided to the profiteers, Zhu Qizhen only knows that the price of grain has risen ten times as much.

From this day on, there were more people queuing up on the street to buy food, and some people have even begun to pawn their family's finances in exchange for food.

The originally wealthy family also began to run out of cooking, and they may still have hoarded some of it, and the money they earned in the middle was thrown back.

Gradually, some people began to scold Zhu Qizhen on the street, saying that it was because he sold the grain to Fanbang that everyone had no food, and it only took two days to respond to the tsunami.

On June 12, Zhu Qizhen appeared in the grain shop of Dongguo's house again.

Just in case, after he came last time, he ordered the Jinyi Guard to protect all the places in the city that were still selling cheap grain.

So that the Dongguo grain shops did not suffer any unwarranted disasters, and now the price of grain is 20 times higher than usual.

Looking at it again this time, there are no more troublemakers, and those queuing up to buy grain have lined up outside Donghuamen Street, far more than the old neighborhoods here.

The grain has also shrunk from three catties a day to six taels per family

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Four-fifths of the way, no one said a bad word, they all waited for their turn, maybe only the original neighbors would nag in their hearts.

On June 13, the 1 million stone grain that had been put into the Dongguo grain stores earlier had been exhausted.

At the beginning, people who had no food to eat took to the streets, looking at Wang Xian, who was trying to maintain order or being spit on by the people, Zhu Qizhen did not say a word.

Today's grain prices have reached 30 times the original price, and a pound of rice and wheat is 38 wen, and a strong laborer's monthly salary is only enough to buy more than 20 catties.

This amount is not enough for the general family life of the Ming Dynasty, the key is that even this price is still priceless, and you have to go through the door and enter the black market to buy it.

On 14 June, the morning court did not open, not because there was any festival or storm, but because the petitioning people outside the noon gate prevented the officials from entering the Forbidden City, and Zhu Qizhen, the emperor, could no longer "turn a blind eye."

"Your Majesty! Please call the shots for us! ”

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Zhu Qizhen stood on the city tower, looking at the hundreds of thousands of densely packed people like ants below, his body couldn't help but tremble, even the countless brocade guards with swords in his hands couldn't make him feel at ease.

"Your Majesty! Are you alright? If you don't pass a word to a few Shangshu adults and let them take the lead in pledging donations to each family, you can always get through this difficulty. Jin Ying said while holding Zhu Qizhen.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Qizhen still shook his head stubbornly, and still refused to let go.

Zhu Qizhen looked at the direction of the horizon, and his whole body was already wet with sweat.

"Why haven't you come yet! It's time to arrive! Is this really going to be a failure?

This breath is gone, so I have to wait until the Year of the Monkey to bring up the old things again? Zhu Qizhen's lips opened lightly, and he said something that only he could hear.

The people in the city became more and more impatient as the sun rose, and some people cursed from time to time.

"What the hell is it that doesn't let people live?"

"What do you see, dog? Look at me inserting you again! ”

"Grass, why are you pushing me!"

"You're looking for something, aren't you?"

……

"Your Majesty, you better go back first, if there is anything for the Jinyi Guard and the Imperial Horse Supervisor to deal with, don't hurt you."

Jin Ying had already prepared for the worst and began to set about letting Zhu Qizhen retreat.

Zhu Qizhen still shook his head stubbornly, he believed that the people he was waiting for would definitely come.

"What about Guo Mao? Guo Mao! ”

did not hear Guo Mao's response, the people in the city finally began to be restless because of dissatisfaction, some people have already begun to push, the cry of the child and the woman is getting louder and louder, and the rebellion is about to break out.

"Roar, roar, roar......" A huge roar came from afar, overshadowing all the noise here.

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