"I heard that Lu Zhengchu gave the boy a word and left it alone."

"He." He Liangyuan laughed at it.

He picked up a chess piece and said slightly sarcastically: "In one day, he summoned more than a hundred doctors to learn the method of bleeding from the golden needle. The king put it very much."

"A hundred people a day can teach tens of thousands of people within a few days. It has been crazy in the capital, and the King of Qi is in the limelight for a while." He Zhengxiao said thoughtfully: "In order to get the King of Qi to the throne, he has racked his brains."

"So, can the plague be cured?"

"Since ancient times, all walks of life have treasured secret skills." He Zhengxiao said: "I don't know how Wang Xiao forced that young doctor to give out such a skill that could be exchanged for a lifetime of reputation and wealth?"

He Liangyuan then dropped the chess piece and pondered: "I can't figure out his move about this chess... The nobles in the capital were panicked. If he hid this last move at the bottom of the box, it could easily turn it into a big use. Now that the secret technique has been passed down from generation to generation, this powerful chess move is abolished. However, his final contributions and fame are still from King Qi. Who can sit in this position and don't want to try to accumulate more trump cards? I can't figure it out."

"That kid has always had some problems with his brain." He Zhengxiao said: "I have carefully looked at him during the two days he was in the Imperial College. He was not a person with excellent talent."

He Liangyuan smiled bitterly, thought of the two slaps again, and sighed: "It doesn't matter whether he is stupid or not. I can no longer use all my skills in the situation in front of me."

"It's not just that the eldest brother is not easy to use, isn't Lu Zhengchu also afraid of Wang Xiao? He wrote to resign as the chief minister."

"What do you say in the court?"

He Zhengxiao was gloomy and said: "What else can you say? He is afraid of difficulties and dangers, is useless and becomes a laughing stock in the world. Most of the old man's reputation in this life has been lost."

He Liangyuan's face suddenly darkened and his face showed displeasure.

He Zhengxiao was shocked and realized that this sentence had hit my elder brother's pain.

"Brother, I mean Lu..."

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

"Yes." He Zhengxiao sighed: "When the epidemic was at its worst, tens of thousands of coffins appeared in the city gate, but these days were fewer. It seems that the epidemic prevention errand of King Qi is about to be completed, and it will be even more difficult to handle in the future."

"I have received the news. Wang Xiao has been secretly ordering people to burn the bodies of the people to create the illusion of easing the epidemic in Beijing." He Liangyuan narrowed his eyes and said, "Since there is a therapy, those princes, princes, lords and uncles no longer have to be afraid of the miserable affairs of Prince Gong's Mansion. It's time to come out and make a fuss."

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 Beijing, went to the Wang family last night. If you go and let the news, Wang Xiao will have to collect grain prices next. Of course, someone will do the rest..."—

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

If the errand is not done well, there will be no contribution. If the errand is done, there will be contribution. If the errand is done, there will be contribution. If the errand is done, it is the process, and the result is the result.

The process is difficult, but if you only want to find the result, there is not no other way.

For example, you can rely on people who have made contributions, and you can also erase other people's credit...

Therefore, the things that the court pays most attention to are nothing more than those, whether Wang Xiao can be granted a marquis? Can the King of Qi become the crown prince? How will the cabinet divide its forces...

But for the grass-roots people living at the bottom, everything that happened is a huge pressure.

It’s like there’s a stone on the road. When a person sees it, he’s just a kick, but it’s a catastrophe for the ants.

On the seventh day of November, heavy snow.

Dongduoqiao Lane 2.

Feng Xiaoliu went out to set up a stall with two baskets of paper money. As soon as he reached the bridge, he was driven back by the police battalion soldiers.

When he returned home, he saw his mother, Ma, still tearing yellow paper, and advised: "Mom, don't tear it if you feel uncomfortable. The government will not let you go out and sell it. If you tear it, you won't get any money."

Ma's hands kept moving and coughing, "I heard from others that the plague is about to pass, and I can sell it again in a few days."

Feng Xiaoliu said a little deflated: "I thought there were many people who died, and the business of this paper money would be prosperous. I didn't expect that it had been sold for a few days... There were fewer people in the future, so what should I do if the yellow paper was pressed?"

"If you don't sell, don't sell it." Ma's face was not very good, but he still smiled and comforted: "We fled here, picked up this house and got help. It's already a great blessing. It's time to be content."

Feng Xiaoliu became a little proud and said, "What blessing is it? It's my brain."

The mother and son were the first refugees to escape famine. When they arrived in the capital, they wandered around Feng Xiaoliu and found that there was no one living in the small house, so they inquired. They learned that the original owner of the household was beaten to death by the Du brothers in Ruyi Jealous House, and the younger brother of the household owner killed the Du brothers and was caught. A little girl was left and someone was picked up, so the house became empty.

Feng Xiaoliu took his mother and moved in secretly.

Later, the younger brother of the head of the household came back. Seeing that Feng Xiaoliu was filial, he not only did not want to go back to the house, but also helped him with some money. Feng Xiaoliu started a small business.

At this time, Feng Xiaoliu turned his eyes and looked out the crack of the door, whispering: "Mom, I actually figured it out. When the police camp changed defenses in the afternoon, no one was guarding the streets. I could go to the Jinyu Pond to sell paper... The day before yesterday, I sold two big baskets."

Ma coughed again and advised, "Don't go, scholars all said, don't wander outside in this kind of season. People should cherish their blessings."

"The price of grain and medicine has risen. If you don't exchange some money for it, what should you take in a few days?" Feng Xiaoliu said: "You are still sick. I'll come back to catch two medicines today."

Ma touched his neck and whispered in a discomfort: "Son, do you think my bump is infected with the plague?"

"How can you do it? Mom, you haven't even left the door." Feng Xiaoliu stared at the crack in the door and replied casually.

...

At dusk, a wisp of clear smoke floated gently in the second alley of Dongduoqiao.

Wang Mingming, the patrolman in the police camp, heard the crying sound, frowned, kicked the door open, and saw Feng Xiaoliu holding his mother's body while crying while burning paper.

Wang Mingming took a step back in fear and tightened the mask on his face.

"Hurry up, let the corpse transport team come here!"

Soon, a team of people wearing full clothes rushed in, snatching Ma's body without saying a word and stuffing it into a sack to put it away.

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

Feng Xiaoliu was yelled on the wall by a water and fire stick.

The water and fire sticks on his neck were unable to exert force. Seeing that the sack of Ma's family were taken out of the door, Feng Xiaoliu was extremely angry and wanted to spit on the person next to him.

Wang Mingming shouted: "Take him away too!"

Another sack was covered, and Feng Xiaoliu could not see outside when he saw another flash of sight.

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

"You all want to live, get out of here!"

Then, there were loud shouts everywhere.

"Only those who die will be at peace when they are buried in the soil. Those who burn my relatives will share the same sympathy!"

Someone cried and said, "In order to cover up the tragic situation, the government robbed our parents of bones and blood, and piled up like pigs and dogs, and burned them with fire. If we can tolerate this, how can we live in the world?!"

"Yes, for the sake of the achievements of the few officials, can we turn our family and relatives into powder after death, leaving nowhere to go, and become lonely ghosts?"

"Everyone makes a fuss, we must fulfill our destiny and let the emperor punish the traitors..."

Feng Xiaoliu listened and felt that his heart was ignited and he was so angry that he couldn't calm down.

He heard a few more screams, and someone untied his sack.

There was a chaos in front of me. A group of people rushed up and punched and kicked the police camp and the corpse patrol team...

Feng Xiaoliu looked at the officer who was like mud on the ground, and forced himself to vomit.

"Where is my mother?"

He glanced at him, but saw two men in white clothes disappearing outside the city gate with a cart very quickly.

"mother!"

Someone's eyes were red and shouted, "Don't be afraid, let's go to the corpse burning ground in the suburbs of Beijing to grab your mother back."

Feng Xiaoliu cried and shouted: "They are all lies. My mother has never been to any place or she is sick. They are all lies..."

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

"The King of Qi is in charge of epidemic prevention, but unfortunately he used 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 a rage.

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 constantly.
Chapter completed!