A blizzard turned the entire capital into a white world.

The snow this year is higher than in previous years. People in Sijiu City say that they have grown so big, and they have never seen such heavy snow fall in the capital.

Under the heavy snow, the corpse transport carts from Shuntian Mansion came back and forth in the city gate. There were beggars who had been frozen to death, and there were also poor people who came to Beijing to file a lawsuit but had no way to go, and they used up all the money. The names and no surnames did not know where to fight. The people who transported the corpse were also seen, so they were not surprised. They complained and drove the carriage out of the city, and then threw the corpses to the mass grave. Regardless of whether there were any wild dogs who would come to chew the corpse, they rushed back to the car. There was no way, it was cold and the yamen gave little money. Who would be willing to dig a hole for these unlucky people who had frozen to let them get into the soil? If they were too late to go back, the yamen might have to deduct their money again.

The outside of the house was cold, and the people were either nesting in bed or grilling charcoal fire, and no one was willing to go out to suffer. Occasionally, neighbors who visited would joke that they had just urinated outside, but they were frozen before the urine even fell to the ground. This was of course a joke, and no one would believe it.

Speaking of which, the most unlucky people in Beijing were not the beggars who were frozen to death, nor the people who transported the corpses, but the ward workers responsible for collecting the feces of various households and sweeping the streets. It was too cold that day, and the feces of various households were better collected. The horse manure and cow manure on the street were frozen like iron mass, and they could not shovel it no matter how hard it was. After a day of work, the ward workers were frozen from their necks to their feet and their hands were frozen like ice, and their ears felt like they were gone.

If the children at home were not hungry for feeding, any of the ward workers would be willing to do such a fatal job. Older people would think about the Ming Dynasty. At that time, the sewers in Beijing were well connected. The government regularly sent people to repair and clear the sewers. The people spent some money to connect the sewers with their own houses, and the feces rushed directly into the pipeline. There was no need to carry Jingtong and others to collect them every day. The cattle and horses on the street were also strictly controlled, unlike now. One day, the carriages came down, and the streets became feces and stenches, which were stenched. It would be fine if the weather was colder. If it was to do it on this day, and then the strong wind blew, the Sijiu City would become a stinky city. No houses on the street were covered with feces and walls, which was unlucky.

In the wind and snow, several guards who wrapped themselves tightly but were still shaking with freezing were throwing the frozen cows and horse manure onto the truck with shovels. Not far away, dozens of guards were cleaning up the snow on the street with various tools. The snow was really heavy. As soon as they finished sweeping in front, another layer fell from behind.

"I said Lao Zhao, as you say so, will Mr. Chongzhen be fine?"

"Why is it all right for us? But it's easier than now, not that dirty. At least you don't have to worry about stepping on the shit when you go out."

"How many years have passed? It's only sixteen years since the entire battle, so why has the capital become like this?"

"The yamen cannot send people to connect to this ready-made underground pipeline. It's not possible to do this, at least it's under the emperor's feet."

"One? Now the people in the yamen did not know much at that time. The pipelines below were blocked. It was not a trivial matter to clear them. Who among the men above was willing to do this? Alas, speaking of this, if there were a great plague in the capital in the 17th year of Chongzhen, hundreds of thousands of people died, then Beijing had never been clean."

"Do you know that when Manchus were outside the pass in their early years, they used urination to wash their faces. But their virtues have entered the Han people's fertility, how clean can they be?" (Author's note: "The Tatars Flying Flow" records that Manchus wash their faces by urination, not fabricated.)

"That's right, the dirtiest place in this capital city is where the bannermen live. I won't clean them anyway. Not only are they dirty and tired, but they are always scolded. The bannermen's eyes are all in the sky, as if we are born to be beaten and scolded by them. Damn, the shits pulled by these turtle sons are more stinky than our Han people."

"Okay, just say less. Clear out the snow and cow and horse manure as soon as possible, otherwise the master above will say we are lazy again."

Seeing that these people were becoming less and less sensible, the foreman in charge of the shift made a sound and stopped them. They all said nothing. Can such words be said, would they die?

After the foreman spoke, the ward workers naturally did not dare to say anything, and they buried their heads and continued to work.

The snow was getting heavier and the north wind was howling, and the man couldn't hear what the other party was saying face to face. But in this ghost weather, the group of soldiers and horses from the Five City appeared in the wind and snow, shouting to drive the ward workers who were cleaning up the snow and the people who left the city for urgent matters to come to the side.

The guards were wondering what medicine the gang of the military officials in the Five City had taken wrong. The cold weather came out to serve, but they heard the sound of hoofs coming from the imperial city in the distance. Then they saw a large group of cavalry rushing over with several carriages.

"Kneel down, kneel down!"

The soldiers from the Five City Military Office shouted while shouting, and knocked on the guards who were still standing stupidly with their spears.

"June, which prince and minister are so cold that they are going to leave the city?" asked the brave idle man.

"Shut up!"

The people in the Military and Ma Si don’t have a good mood to pay attention to this idle man. You say that the emperor is really good. In the cold weather, you don’t stay in the palace and hold the queen and keep warm. What kind of sex do you have to go to the west?

Along the imperial city, there were people from the Five City Military and Masjids who were maintaining order. The people, the guards and idle people were kneeling on the ground when they passed by the emperor's convoy. None of them dared to raise their heads. Under the raging wind, people's expressions were numb. Occasionally, some people couldn't help but look up and wanted to take a look, but they were immediately taught a lesson by the people from the Military and Masjids who were staring at them.

The emperor's carriage drove from the imperial city toward the city gate, and everywhere they went, there were people kneeling all over the ground. In the end, the emperor's carriage left the city and headed straight for the west mountain.

Sitting in a carriage with a warm stove, Shunzhi was as cold as the weather outside. The young emperor was not going well now. In the palace, Dong Efei's condition was getting worse and worse; outside the palace, there was no good news coming from the southwest, but Hunan and Hubei were in a hurry to the capital.

The young emperor really couldn't figure out why the Guangdong scholar didn't go to Yunnan to dial his court and emperor, but instead led his troops to make Hunan turn upside down.

Shunzhi really couldn't figure it out, so he decided to go to Xishan. There, perhaps Zen Master Yulin could solve his doubts.
Chapter completed!