Heavy snow is falling.

Due to the heavy snow, in less than an hour, the snow on the ground could already be shallow to submerge the instep, Liu Wenbin, the deputy assistant of the cabinet, took the lead in striding out of the snow, walked through the moat and stopped, and slowly scanned the surroundings with his eyes:

Piles of firewood burned brightly.

More than a dozen porridge sheds were urgently set up in Shuntianfu, and more than a dozen cauldrons were also boiling porridge on the fire, and the living victims did not rush to line up, but sat around the fire or lay on the snow, and these people no longer even had the strength to stand up.

The officials of the Shuncheon Prefecture were busy carrying the dead bodies, and there were many dead people lying on the snow, and they took bamboo mats from the carts and wrapped the dead bodies one by one.

The creaking sound of the wheels of the cart could be heard from a distance, and on the ox cart, the corpses of the victims were stacked as high as a hill.

These people recruited by Shuntianfu were driving ox carts to haul away the dead bodies wrapped in bamboo mats for disposal.

Another dead body was thrown on the ox cart, and the ox cart full of dead bodies slowly drove towards the newly dug mound twenty miles away.

An empty ox cart slowly approached again, and the corpses were stacked higher and higher. Not far away, the victims who were sitting or lying down watched all this indifferently.

Liu Wenbin and Li Shouzhong, who were watching from afar, couldn't help but glance at each other.

The drums of the fourth watch shocked everyone, and they thought that the Confucian generals loyal to the emperor had led the troops into Beijing, and everyone waited in the Yangxin Hall until the fifth watch to receive the exact news from Andingmen, not the rebels, but the fleeing victims, and those in armor were all soldiers of the Liwei battalion.

After nightfall yesterday, Zhongjing Marquis Shi Ding received an order from the military headquarters that the victims of the Great Yu River and the Little Yu River were instigated by the remnants of the White Lotus Sect to prepare a riot, and ordered him to lead a thousand cavalry of the Liwei Battalion to quell the turmoil and arrest the remnants of the White Lotus Sect.

The army met the fleeing team on the way, Shi Ding killed several bullying splashes, and left a team of soldiers to escort the victims into Beijing, and then continued to lead the troops to the Dayu River.

Li Shouzhong's eyes were full of sadness, everyone knew that there was a snow disaster this winter, and the household department had also allocated food for disaster relief, why there was such a tragic scene at the feet of the Son of Heaven, he couldn't believe it, and he couldn't understand it.

Shuntian Mansion Yin Zhang Jiacheng also came, wearing a thick cloak, holding Tang Pozi in his arms, coughing all the way over.

The cold wind was howling, the snow was all over the sky, and a lot of snow fell on Li Shouzhong's palm, looking at the snowflakes in his palm, he said in a deep voice: "After nightfall, the breath will turn into ice, where will these tens of thousands of people sleep?"

Zhang Ka-shing sighed: "I'm also worried. There is no place for so many people to sleep."

The secretary of the Tianfu next to him said, "The people of the Liwei camp tried to drive wooden stakes to build a shed, but it snowed heavily for more than ten days in a row, and the ground was too solid.....

Li Shouzhong: "Then let them freeze to death?"

Hearing this, Zhang Ka-shing was unhappy: "Who wants them to freeze to death?"

Li Shouzhong said loudly: "Then find a way, with such a heavy snowfall, it is impossible for one person to stay in the wilderness, not to mention that there are so many old people and children."

After a pause, "If it doesn't work, let them into the city."

Zhang Ka-shing was furious: "The book business is angry! Let me tell you, even if one or two thousand people die, or even more, it is impossible to let them into the city."

Li Shouzhong was stunned: "Zhang, Zhang Fuyin, how can you say such a thing......

Cheung Ka-shing: "How do you want me to speak? So many people have entered the city, how to settle them? Also, you can guarantee that no other county is coming! Do these people also want to be put into the city, so many people pour into the city, the slightest friction can cause an immeasurable upheaval. Behind us is Shenjing, the capital of the Ming Dynasty, and there can be no turmoil."

Li Shouzhong's eyes flashed with tears, and he muttered, "We have to do something, right? You can't watch them freeze to death!"

Zhang Jiacheng pondered for a while and said, "It is impossible to enter the city, but you can discuss with the military department to transfer the two battalions of Yangwei and Zhenwei into the city, vacate the military camp, and let the refugees live in!"

Liu Wenbin's eyes flashed on the side

A glimmer of alert light!

Li Shouzhong couldn't help but get excited: "Yes, this method is good!" Turning to Liu Wenbin, who was silent, he said, "I just have to discuss with the Ministry of War on the secondment of military rations, let's hurry up." If you can live one more people, you will have more merit."

Liu Wenbin: "Okay." Looking at Zhang Jiacheng, who was full of awe, he ordered: "Set up a few more porridge shacks, and no more people can starve to death."

Zhang Jiacheng: "Yes."

Looking at the trembling figures of the two, Zhang Jiacheng first sighed, and then a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal, and turned his gaze to the bookstore, "Tell them that the military department has vacated the military camp on the side, and they can live in it tonight."

The clerk was stunned: "Is this, this okay?"

Zhang Jiacheng: "For the sake of these people, this official will come to this tank!"

After saying this, Zhang Jiacheng ignored him, strode towards the people by the fire, and said loudly, "The porridge has been boiled! Fathers and fellow villagers, hurry up and drink porridge, and after drinking the porridge, we can move into a warm tent to shelter from the wind and snow. Your Majesty has ordered the military headquarters to vacate the military camp on the side for everyone to live in!"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of many refugees showed a little light......

.............

In the study room of the Yangxin Palace, there were many people standing exceptionally, except for several scholars in the cabinet, the military department and Deng Tong and others, almost all the civil officials above the third grade came, the black pressure stood all over the room, four large braziers were burning in the corner of the hall, the snow was cold outside, and everyone inside was sweating on their faces.

Dong Shan wrung a hot face towel from the copper basin, wiped Zhu Wucheng's face, and couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, open the window to breathe."

Zhu Wucheng couldn't help but glance at Kong Qian, his hair and face were wet with sweat, he sneered in his heart and nodded.

Dong Shan walked over and opened a few windows.

A large cold wind swept into the room with snowflakes, and the veils on both sides of the hall were blown up by the snow wind, including Zhu Wucheng, everyone couldn't help but shiver and tightened their clothes.

Kong Qian felt that his bones were so cold that he felt painful.

The most bitter were the few waiters standing behind, who tightened their clothes with one hand and wiped the cold sweat on their foreheads with the other.

Zhu Wucheng folded the music and beckoned Dong Shan: "Close the window."

"Yes." Dong Shan hurriedly closed several windows.

Immediately, it was not so cold, and Lu Wenliang, the left attendant of the ministry, suddenly coughed loudly.

Dong Shan shouted: "Lu Shilang, you are too good!"

Lu Wenliang's face turned pale, and he took a deep breath, "The minister lost his honor in front of him, please condemn Your Majesty!"

"It doesn't matter."

Zhu Wucheng smiled faintly: "Since Aiqing is not feeling well, go back and rest, don't burn your body."

Kong Qian had to speak, he straightened out his robe, coughed first, stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, Nan Zhili is the Nan Zhili of the Ming Dynasty, not the Nan Zhili of the honor. Nanzhili is a heavy tax place in the Ming Dynasty, but it has been held by the nobles, and the needle can not be pricked into the water and splashed, although the talisman circulating in the city in the past two days is a rumor, but who can guarantee that this is not a true portrayal of their hearts.

In this case, the imperial court cannot but have an attitude."

Everyone's eyes became more and more nervous, looking at Kong Qian, and then at Zhu Wucheng.

Sure enough, it's difficult!

Emperor Tianyou looked at Kong Qian: "Tell me, what kind of attitude should you have?"

Kong Qian was also stunned by Zhu Wucheng's words at first, but quickly reacted, "The minister thinks that the Liwei battalion commander Shi Ding should be immediately imprisoned, and another order should be issued to summon Shi Nai, the chief soldier of Yulin, to return to Beijing to be punished."

"Oh?"

Zhu Wucheng was immediately angry when he heard this, "Okay, very good. It seems that the murder of the Southern Song Dynasty is about to reappear in my Ming Dynasty. However, don't forget, I am not the Song Gaozong of the Southern Song Dynasty, and you don't have the ability to be Qin Hui!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned and stunned.

Kong Qian was also stunned

, his head banged, and his mind was full of the sentence: "You don't have the ability to be Qin Hui yet..... You don't have the ability to be Qin Hui.....

At this time, he hated it to the extreme, what kind of person was he, he was a descendant of a saint, and he was compared with Qin Hui, a female cadre, and what was even more ridiculous was that in his heart, he was not as good as Qin Hui. Did he hit himself? No! He didn't beat himself, he hit the face of the Kong family, and hit the face of the people who read all the time.

Thinking of this, he raised his head sharply and roared loudly, "These nobles are all sycophants, Your Majesty must not be deceived by them. They bullied the king and poisoned the people, indulged their slaves and bullied the gentry, and even tried in vain to control the power of the court, with ill intentions. These are all well documented, and the scholars of the Ming Dynasty have been bitter and noble for a long time!"

After a pause, "If those nobles are right, could it be that all the scholars in the world are wrong?"

Zhu Wucheng: "What a big breath!"

Then, Zhu Wucheng snapped a copy of the fold still on the imperial case, "One bite at a time, then I ask you, which of you can represent the whole world of scholars, you?" Or the person behind you? I don't know, when will this Ming Dynasty have a new master?!" Speaking of this, his two eyes flashed with a cold light and swept towards everyone.

After a moment of silence, Zhu Wucheng said to Kong Qian, "There must be justice in the world! Since you want to check the historian, check the honor. In this way, I simply let go of the investigation together, you check Xungui, Xungui check you, take a look, who is a loyal minister and who is a villain. How's that?"

Kong Qian was a little timid at this time, and slowly lowered his head.

"Your Majesty, Shoufu and several pavilion elders, Qi Guogong, and Zhongwu Marquis are here." Outside the main hall, the voice of the great eunuch on duty came from outside.

Zhu Wucheng's gaze flashed, "Come in."

Several of them were important ministers of the imperial court, and wherever they went, all the officials got out of the way.

Zhu Wucheng immediately found out that Li Shouzhong didn't come: "Where is Li Shangshu?"

Jia Jue replied: "Back to Your Majesty, Li Shangshu and Jinxiang Hou have gone to the camp outside the city, and the cabinet and the Ministry of War have agreed to transfer the two battalions of Yangwei and Zhenwei into the city, vacate the barracks, and let the refugees live in!"

After a pause, "This is the proposal of Yin Zhang Ka-shing of the Shuncheon Mansion."

Zhu Wucheng: "Oh....." Then he looked at Liu Wenbin, "How does the cabinet discuss the next disaster relief?" Tell me about it."

Liu Wenbin: "Yes. In order to prevent the surrounding refugees from congregating in Shenjing, the cabinet decided to continue to allocate food to the affected counties, and in order to ensure that the food can be transported smoothly to the affected counties, the military department will send people to escort the food and guide the local officials to carry out disaster relief."

"Oh?" Zhu Wucheng perked up, "This is a good idea."

As soon as he said this, Liu Wenbin, Ding Yuanzhu, Han Jun and Wang Shaoguang quickly exchanged a knowing look, and the emperor didn't trust the civil officials.

Kong Qian and the others showed an indignant look in their eyes!

Ding Yuanzhu spoke, "Your Majesty, the cabinet and the household department and the military department have reconciled the accounts, and the Chongwenmen grain depot can transfer up to 30,000 stone of grain, and the military grain depot in Tongzhou cannot be transferred again, otherwise these hundreds of thousands of troops will have the possibility of running out of food."

Zhu Wucheng was surprised, turned his head to look at Chen Ruiwen, and said in his heart: Didn't you say that you can urgently transfer 100,000 stones to support the household department!

Ding Yuanzhu coughed, and then said, "The ministers have discussed and decided to raise food donations in the court.... to tide you over!"

"Fundraising?"

Liu Wenbin: "Yes."

Without waiting for Zhu Wucheng to speak, Jia Jue turned around and glanced around, and said with a smile: "Hey, today is complete, almost all the officials above the third grade are here, it seems that it is the will of heaven, God bless the Ming." Except for a few elders of Guozijian who are from poor backgrounds, almost all of the officials above the third rank in the DPRK and China are very wealthy, not to mention donating thousands of stones, and it is still more than lenient to squeeze out 1,200 in each granary. Therefore, the Cabinet and the Ministry of Households have negotiated a standard for fundraising."

Then he took out a piece of letterhead from his sleeve and unfolded it and read, "Donate 100 stone of grain and rice per person from the 3rd grade, 200 stone of grain and rice per person from the 3rd grade, 500 stone of grain and rice per person from the 2nd grade, and 1,000 stone of grain and rice per person from the second grade." Each of the six Shangshu donated 1,800 stone of grain and rice, or 2,000 taels of silver. The four scholars of the cabinet each donated 1,000 stone of grain and rice, plus white

Three thousand taels of silver."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Wenliang asked, "This official's family has a large population, can it be converted into silver?"

As soon as these words came out, many people shouted:

"That's it, it's hard to buy food now, so let's discount it into silver."

"Yes, silver."

"I also fold silver."

"Don't worry, listen to me."

Jia Jue waved his hand, "Those grain stores in the West Market have more than 100,000 stones of grain in stock, so they don't have to worry about not being able to buy grain." Speaking of this, he turned his head and said to Kong Qian, "Kong Shangshu also knows this matter that there are fifty or sixty thousand stones of grain in the Kong family's grain store alone."

Kong Qian's face was crooked, and he said directly: "The Kong family's grain store is the property of the Kong family, I know where I am."

Jia Jue was just about to ridicule him, but Liu Wenbin spoke: "The difficulties are only temporary, as long as the weather is good, the grain from Jiangnan can be transported in, and when the time comes, the imperial court will supply the grain to everyone."

At this time, Kong Qian saw the words on the letterhead in Jia Jue's hand, his eyes lit up, and he immediately asked with a smile: "The wealth of the Jia family, who doesn't know in the Manchu Dynasty, how to say that sentence, oh, by the way, "Jia is not fake, white jade is a horse for the gold", I don't know if the Jia family can take out a few jade bricks and donate them to the imperial court to help the victims!"

Everyone turned their attention to Jia Jue.

Jia Jue smiled faintly: "The four families of Jia, Shi, Wang, and Xue will build a porridge shed outside the city in the name of the noble concubine Niangniang, and give porridge to the mother and the fetus in the womb, with a daily grain and rice of no less than 500 stones."

Kong Qian: "Oh?"

Jia Jue: "The saint has the world in mind and cares for the people. Yan Shenggong is a descendant of the sage, not only inheriting the ideas of the sage of Confucius, but also representing the whole world of scholars. I wonder how much grain and rice the Kong family is going to donate?"

Kong Qian was just about to speak, but Jia Jue continued: "I heard that Happy Lin went to buy food and donate it to Shuntian Mansion to help the victims, I hope the Kong family will not lose the face of the scholars."

Liu Wenbin and Chen Ruiwen glanced at each other, and both shook their heads with a wry smile.

Kong Qian was so angry that his face turned blue......

.........

Leaving the imperial city, Kong Qian returned directly to the Confucian Mansion, told the matter of fundraising, and after some discussion, finally Yansheng Gong decided that the Confucian family would donate 3,000 stone of grain, and from now on, the grain store in the West Market was closed, and after bringing people to send 3,000 stone of grain to Shuntian Mansion, Kong Qian took a carriage to Confucius Mansion.

No matter how heavy the snow can't stop life, Andingmen Street is very lively, vegetable sellers, sundries sellers, and hot buns, shouts one after another, not far in front of the Confucian Mansion.

At this time, Kong Qian suddenly heard a discussion outside the car:

"I heard that! Happy Lin bought 10,000 stone of grain from the market at a high price of 121 stone and donated it to Shuntian Mansion to help the victims!"

"Hey, I didn't expect that a popular person could share worries for the country!"

"In such a comparison, the Kong family is far behind, the grain store has tens of thousands of stones in store and donated 3,000 stones, which is too stingy, and it is not as good as a happy forest."

"No, it's not even as good as ***!"

"Stop!"

Kong Qian snorted, and was about to order someone to arrest the person who had just slandered the Kong family, but he heard again:

"Good news! Good news! The store solemnly promises that as long as it is full of two taels of silver, it will take out one tael to buy food to help the victims. Spend four taels, donate two taels of silver! Six taels, donate three taels! There is no cap, it is definitely more reliable than just donating 3,000 stones, waiting for ***, and everyone can supervise it at any time."

Kong Qian's face was as white as paper all of a sudden, his teeth were clenched, and his ears were filled with the sentence he had just heard: "It's not as good as ***...... It's not even *** as good as ......" A wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the voice of the steward came from outside the carriage: "Master!"

"Wow", a mouthful of blood spurted out of Kong Qian's mouth, and he desperately held on to the soft collapse to prevent himself from falling, but his hand was still weak and he fell.....