The Daily Life of the Daughter of a Minor Official

This winter has been extremely cold. Except for grain, oil, charcoal and other shops that have been kept open at the request of the court, some other shops have three days of fishing and two days of drying nets. They open when the weather is fine, and they close their doors when the snow is too heavy and stay at home.

Su Ji and other shops were in the same situation until the 23rd lunar month, when the Chinese New Year was about to begin. Many shops were open even if the snow covered their doorsteps a foot or two deep, allowing everyone to come and buy New Year goods in preparation for the New Year.

Su Yanli is not a parent officer now. Although he has a high position, he is still in the Ministry of Punishment. Handling cases is urgent or not urgent. Because the weather is too cold, except for particularly serious cases involving human life or court confidentiality, Su Yanli is not an official. The processing will be expedited, and the rest will basically be completed according to the simplest procedure or postponed until the weather gets warmer later in the year.

So this winter, whether it was newlywed Su Ruojin or Su Yanli's family, except for those who were on duty, they basically stayed at home, far away from the living circles of the poor people inside and outside Bianjing City.

It wasn't until the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month that people were rioting and the whole capital was under martial law. Only then did the Su family know that hundreds of people had frozen to death in the slums of the capital in a short period of time, ranging from newborn babies to 70-year-old elderly people.

Su Ruojin and Zhao Lan went to their parents' home to send New Year's gifts. When the carriage was blocked, they realized that the snowstorm outside was so serious.

"Alan, this is not your area, right?"

Zhao Lan shook his head and said, "I have already applied to live outside the city." Since his wife proposed to let the Gyeonggi army clear the way for businesses, he has applied to a small town near the capital. Recently, he has been leaving early and coming back late. Sometimes he even stays there after being late. in a small town.

The weather was cold, so Su Ruojin stayed at home and didn't care about anything. She really didn't know what it was like outside.

Due to the unexpected snow disaster, in addition to normal organization operations, special measures were taken to deal with the disaster. The descendants of Tianhuang's noble family were assigned to areas to assist regional officials in handling various incidents caused by the snow disaster, ranging from finding helpers to others. The old, weak, sick and disabled went to the houses to sweep tiles, plug up the mud walls that were leaking with snow and ventilation, and even distributed rations to the poor people, and the women who were about to give birth to find midwives, there were no details. As long as Emperor Jingyuan could think of it, he would do it at court. Everyone has been asked to do it.

As a result, during the five coldest days from the 23rd to the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, hundreds of people died in the slums.

Zhao Lan helped Su Ruojin get out of the carriage and squeezed into the crowd of people making trouble. The Imperial City Inspector stopped a group of people heading towards the palace.

Su Ruojin asked the father next to her in a low voice, "What are you..."

Dad was shivering from the cold, but he still replied to her, "Go to the imperial city and play drums."

Dengwengu?

Su Ruojin was startled and beat the drum at the entrance of the palace, but she had to beat the drum first. Only when she could survive could she have a chance to complain. If she could not survive, her life would be in vain.

The middle-aged man standing in front of the Imperial City Secretary had a sad and angry look on his face. Our rations and fuel to survive are not being distributed. Neighbors, let's go to Jingzhao Mansion to ask for an explanation..." As soon as he said this, there were hundreds of shouts after him.

"Yes, go to Jingzhao Mansion..."

"At the feet of the Emperor, it is impossible for the Holy One to let us starve to death..."

"I don't believe that the Holy One doesn't care. These rats must be greedy for the food and clothing we need to survive..."

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Su Ruojin asked: "Who is the slum area in the north of the city assigned to?"

Seeing that the people were about to lose control of their emotions, Zhao Lan did not return his wife, but took her hand and turned around to leave, letting Santai take a detour.

Logically speaking, as a county king, Zhao Lan had encountered everything. He could have stepped forward to take charge of the matter, but he avoided it.

Why?

After turning around the troubled street, he replied, "Huo Yu."

Huoyu is the fire protection organization of later generations, and it is the professional fire brigade in Dabian Jingcheng.

The fire corners in the slums in the north of the city are not as good as those in other areas. Even if there is a fire, what is burned is just a simple shanty made of reeds and wooden boards, which is not worth a lot of money. Therefore, the fire diving team members sent here are basically Shangdu are some unpopular children from aristocratic families. They are extremely irresponsible. It is not surprising that they would not save them when encountering a snow disaster.

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But Zhao Lan avoided it, but Su Ruojin still felt something was wrong, and asked doubtfully: "You are so blatantly causing trouble, aren't you afraid of your Majesty...?"

Zhao Lan raised his eyebrows and said, "The person in charge of Huoyu in this area is a descendant of Xie Guogong's mansion."

Su Ruojin took a breath, the queen's natal family? No wonder Zhao Lan wanted to avoid it. (End of chapter)