golden scales

After sunrise, Zhu Cihong left Zhou Jing's house with five or six entourages.

Zhou Jing was naturally among them.

It seems that it is just an ordinary outing for a rich man, but there are indeed many people who are shocked along the way.

The public security of the capital is in the charge of the Wucheng Bingmasi, Jinyiwei and Xuncheng Yushi.Although there are differences between them, as long as there is something wrong, they all sin together.

The most vivid memory is the fifth year of Chenghua, because the roads to the capital had not been repaired, and it was originally just an errand for the Jinyiwei, but it caused the soldiers and horses of the five cities to suffer together with the Xuncheng Yushi.This almost absurd way of punishment also made the three yamen not dare to shirk each other, but they always stood shoulder to shoulder when they had something to do.

At this time, the news of the prince leaving the palace had spread among the well-informed senior officials, and even got the acquiescence of the palace. I couldn't sit still anymore, so I sent yamen servants to follow me far away, for fear of accidents.

There was a lot of popularity on the originally deserted street.

It's just that these people all looked nervous, with impatience amidst fear.

If Zhu Cihong couldn't even recognize this, then he really lived on a dog in his previous life.

But there's no need to worry about these details.

The bustling scene of the past still remains on the street, but now because of the rampant plague, it is indeed very depressed and indifferent.Even the old street hooligans hid at home because of the plague and dared not go out easily.Because of this, the soldier Ma Sihuojia, the captain of Jinyiwei, the Xuncheng Yushi who were forced to go to work... one can imagine how much resentment they must have in their hearts.

Zhu Cihong stopped and walked, carefully looking at the houses in the wing.Many people's doors are hung with a sign, which says the place of origin, population, and name. This is a measure for the imperial court to strictly review the Lijia Law and control the floating population.There are no archives in the inner palace. It should be a custom after the exodus of Jingtai years.

But now because of the plague, many people don't hang signs on their doors. That's because as long as there is a dead person in the family, the whole family will often die.

"How many people die every day in the capital?" Zhu Cihong asked Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing was about to answer him when he was suddenly pulled by Tian Cunshan.

"Young master." Although everyone knew Zhu Cihong's identity, the address had to be based on the private interview of Weifu.Tian Cunshan hurriedly replied: "You have to ask the soldiers and horses of Wucheng about this matter."

Zhu Cihong nodded.

Although Zhou Jing has been with Zhu Cihong for not a day or two, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has never used him, so he does not know the Crown Prince's surname.Tian Cunshan knew the consequences of lying in front of the prince. If he hadn't taken Zhou Jing's filial piety, he would have watched him die just now.

A short, lean man in a cotton coat was suddenly caught out from among the passers-by.

His true identity is the official head of the Wucheng Bingma Division.

The Wucheng Bingma Division belongs to the Ministry of War and is divided into five divisions, east, west, north, south, and middle. The initial establishment was 5000 archers for each division, and there was a variable amount of fire armor outside.During the Jiajing period, the five divisions expanded to five thousand members.Considering that the capital has a population of more than one million, there are only [-] standing patrols, firefighters, and urban management personnel, which is not a large proportion.

However, during the crackdown later, the night patrols were lined up along the road, no more than four or five steps away from each other, which was a bit too much.

It's just that now that the civil affairs are rotten, the troops of the Wucheng Bingma Division have long been half-empty, and suddenly there is an emergency, and even the officials have to go to the streets to perform duties, just like now.

"My lord, since the beginning of this month, the number of corpses cremated every day is between two and three hundred." The official was so nervous that his throat trembled.

Zhu Cihong frowned.

"Is there no exact number!" Tian Cunshan knew what the prince meant, and reprimanded loudly.

"My lord, I really can't get the exact number." The official sweated profusely, but calmed down in his heart: "In the transformation field, there are officials who burn them, some people who burn them themselves, and people who are about to die come here by themselves." Waiting to die, looking at the fire and jumping in. It is said that on the fourth day of the lunar new year, the dead piled up, and there was not enough carbon."

The official's voice sank: "The humble official was there that day, but he just watched the corpses thrown into the fire. Some of them had straw mats, and some of them didn't even have clothes. How can we keep track of the numbers."

Zhu Cilang stopped and looked at the official: "Don't you have any clothes?"

The official said secretly: By the way, this is the prince who grew up in the palace. How can the nobles know the sufferings of the people?He quickly said: "It was stripped."

"Take it and wear it yourself?" Zhu Cilang couldn't help but speak faster.

——Why peel it off if you don’t wear it?

Everyone couldn't help feeling that Zhu Cihong's words were a bit like "why not eat minced meat".

"This is impossible!" Zhu Cihong did not wait for their reaction, and said firmly: "The plague was first spread by fleas, and now it must have been spread by contact with bacteria. All the clothes worn by the patients must be burned! No matter how bad it is, they must be boiled Boil for more than a quarter of an hour." An hour is two hours, divided into four quarters, boiling water for half an hour will definitely kill the plague bacilli.

Zhu Cilang remembers that the time given in the textbook in the previous life is that boiling water at 10 degrees Celsius for more than [-] minutes can kill Yersinia pestis.Of course, in this time and space, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has named this bacterium Yersinia pestis.And I have to mention that naming newly discovered things after people is a bad habit that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince hates very much.

"Your Highness," the official was dizzy from the impact, and misunderstood for a moment, "Those refugees are really difficult to supervise, so we must let them wear clothes."

Zhu Cihong took two steps ahead, his brows still furrowed.

"The streets outside Dong'an Gate are full of refugees, and they can't be controlled." The official sighed.

"You seem to be very familiar with Yanjing City." Zhu Cihong looked at the official carefully and asked, "What's your name?"

"A low-ranking clerk of the Dongcheng Army and Horse Division, surnamed Song and named Hongye, Hongye with great ambitions, and a family business..."

"Presumptuous!" Tian Cunshan cut off Song Hongye's chatter, his face turned blue, and scolded: "What does the prince ask and answer, do you understand the rules!"

Zhu Cihong looked back at Tian Cunshan coldly: "What are you doing yelling?"

Tian Cunshan bowed his head and shrank his neck, and quickly backed away.

This kind of scolding must be endured, otherwise no one can afford to let Song Hongye offend the prince.At this moment, the crown prince reprimanded him, which was kindness from the top, which would make the people below more loyal.What's more, taking the blame is originally the eunuch's full-time job.

Song Hongye's legs were also trembling, and he said repeatedly: "Death penalty for a humble job!"

"It's okay," Zhu Cihong said in relief, and then asked, "How long have you been working?"

"I have been working in the company for 20 years." Song Hongye didn't dare to say a word this time.

Zhu Cihong nodded, and ordered: "Tian Cunshan, for the purpose of fighting the plague, conscript Song Hongye, the scribe of the military and horse department in the five cities."

Song Hongye was dumbfounded, and there was only one thought in his mind: Is this a sudden disaster!

The Ming Dynasty inherited the system of the Tang and Song Dynasties, with officials in charge of administration and officials in charge of affairs.Officials are appointed and dismissed by the state, but officials have multiple channels.As the officials of the official department are busy with party struggles and making money, there are more and more phenomena of sons inheriting their father's career and acting as officials from generation to generation.It is precisely because of this that Song Hongye got his position. On weekdays, he has plenty of money and work leisurely, unless he encounters a big event... such as the prince's private visit with a private suit, and so on.

Such a good job was lost because of the prince's words!

He didn't believe that Bingmasi's gang of corrupt officials would reserve a position for him, maybe they would sell it to someone else, and the crown prince said just now that he would be an official of the East Palace, but he didn't even mention an official position.

——This is the prince!The future emperor!Will not cross the river to demolish the bridge?

Song Hongye thought to himself.

——But...maybe you won't remember my name tomorrow.

Song Hongye was troubled for a while.

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