The social survey of the capital city was the first task in Prince Li Junhua's life. He used the five-day annual leave to investigate the price levels in the capital city and its surrounding areas with Pei Yuanqi. According to the table given by the servant room, the people in the capital city were divided into wealth, middle class, poor and difficult, and conducted a large number of visits and investigations, and also counted the prices of people's daily necessities and the preparation of the New Year holiday.

There is no right to speak without investigation. According to Li Junhua's own survey results, more than 60% of the people in the capital do not have the option of dumplings in the New Year's Eve dinner, and more than 95% of the people cannot eat meat every day. He also personally felt that the mixed soup that made him nauseated in Changping was also difficult for ordinary people in the capital to enjoy. There were not many people who could afford a bowl of beef soup at street stalls.

The reason why I can't afford to eat dumplings is the collapse of agricultural and commercial order caused by the war. Because wheat production areas are in the north where the war has not yet stopped, the price of flour in Beijing remains high. Similarly, poultry, eggs and pork have also risen with social turmoil. However, with the pacification of the south of the desert, mutton from the grassland has become the first choice for the people in Beijing. With the arrival of condiments such as chili and pepper, mutton hotpot is the most common "big dish" in Beijing. Because of the smooth shipping, rice prices have decreased. Palm oil from the South Ocean Province of the Empire is the main source of oil for the people in Beijing, and related oil pressing workshops have also emerged rapidly.

Obviously, a group of children under ten years old cannot complete such a complex social survey, but the data surveyed is valuable. The attendant office handed over the data to the Beijing-Tianjin Administration. The Beijing-Tianjin region, which has not yet been provincial-level parliament, reported the sorted report to the cabinet. In the end, some data are reflected in the "Imperial First Year Cabinet Work Report" submitted by the Imperial Cabinet. In the citation directory, it is very realistic that some of the data comes from the "Survey on Life of the People in the Beijing City and Price Statistics", and the "Imperial First Year Work Report" was also released in the twelfth lunar month and was sent to all parts of the country for publication and distribution before and after the New Year.

No one takes the data surveyed by a group of children seriously, but when one of them is the prince of the empire, the authenticity of this data and the butterfly effect caused by the investigation activities cannot be explained clearly in just one or two sentences.

Li Mingxun did not expect that the prince's investigation report would be cited by the cabinet. He also understood that the reason for this was due to the authoritarian effect he established, but Li Mingxun's purpose was achieved. Li Junhua, who had been in Beijing for five or six days, knew too much joy and sorrow in the world. When he saw the children in the shelter station fighting for a steamed bun, he would no longer worry because Zhu Youlang could not eat meat dumplings. When he saw the hard-working craftsmen huddled in the corner, but because the owner was at noon.

When he praised the meal with some big bone soup, he would no longer ask the war criminals in Changping to eat braised pork. When Li Junhua searched all over the city, he could not buy toilet paper. Whenever he asked, "Is there any toilet paper for sale?", he would be suspicious or a fool's expression. He understood that the toilet chips were treated very cleanly and hygienic, at least as rough as the rubble, the branches were soft, and the prince of the empire also learned tricks from his classmates. When there was no toilet paper, newspapers were also OK!

Of course, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did not learn the truth. He did not learn orally and used it well. It was not until he saw Pei Yuanqi rub the newspaper softly before using it that he understood why his butt hurt.

Changping Management Office.

Ma Jixiang entered the dormitory with his own dry shoes. He was about to drink water when he turned around and saw Doni and Fushou lying on his bed and checking his pillows. Ma Jixiang shouted: "Dog! Doni, what are you doing? I don't hide anything there, and I can't steal anything I want!"

When Doni saw that he was knocked out, he smiled awkwardly, spread his hands and said, "Who wants to steal your stuff? I want to see why your pillow is different from ours."

Ma Jixiang calmed down and patted his pillow half higher than others, saying, "My classmate Zhu's family sent a pillow from Silksha. He didn't need his original pillow. After I asked for instructions, it was fed into my pillow. My pillow was high. Let me tell you, Doni, this is called restless!"

Fu Shou heard it strangely and asked: "What does it mean to be content with peace of mind?"

Ma Jixiang smiled and said, "I don't understand this. Think about it, when we came in, one night when we dared to sleep, we were afraid that we would be pulled out to death. Now I am no longer afraid. I will study hard and transform well. Not only will I not have to die, but I can also go out. Do you think, are you resting on your own?"

Doni muttered a slander and got out of the bed, while Ma Jixiang squatted down and carefully placed the pair of shoes he brought in with the toe facing outward. Fushou saw that he was serious and was extremely puzzled. He looked at the shoes of the other people and found that most of the people's shoes had the heels facing outward. It was no wonder that the clean shoes should be placed at the end of the bed according to regulations and held them over. It was easy to place them at the end of the bed with the heels facing outward. Fushou found it interesting and asked, "Ma Jixiang, why are your shoes different from others?"

Doni was already lying on his bed, his mouth full of sarcastic sarcasm: "Can it be the same? You don't know that Ma Jixiang is a transformative activist now. Of course, he has to be unique and high-standard. Can he be the same as us?"

Ma Jixiang didn't care about Doni's sarcasm, shook his head and was quite proud: "What's wrong with me, what's wrong with the activist? Activists can receive tea on a monthly basis, and they can also send letters to the outside world, and their family can come to visit."

"Tsk, who cares about that broken thing?" Doni turned his head to the wall, looking indifferent. He really didn't care about the tea leaves, but could he say he didn't care about his family? But he didn't know whether his family was life or death.

Fu Shou was unwilling to give in and still refused to give in and asked, "Ma Jixiang, don't leave, you haven't said that, your shoes are like this?"

Seeing him asking for advice, Ma Jixiang said, "See, my shoes are facing outward, towards the window. What does this mean? This is yearning for light and towards hope. Your shoes are completely opposite, facing the kang, towards darkness and towards dire straits. The directions of a pair of shoes are different, but it demonstrates my determination to work hard to transform and strive for amnesty."

Doni's voice came: "Tsk tsk, just brag, but you're so excited. See if the Dongfan people lack a bragging, I'll pardon you and give you a bragging king."

After hearing this, Ma Jixiang became angry, but then smiled: "I don't care about you. Who made me an activist? You are a backward? I have to tolerate you and I have to tolerate you."

Speaking of this, Ma Jixiang did walk to the desk, picked up a useless newspaper, wrote a large letter on it with a brush, and then carefully placed it on the shoes he had just arranged. Fu Shou took his hand and watched him busy, his face full of confusion, and asked, "Ma Jixiang, what do you mean?"

Ma Jixiang said: "This is called shoe-free!

After saying that, Ma Jixiang went out and Fu Shou said to himself: "I'm so kind, this Han man is interesting. It's a big deal. I'll say so many things, it's interesting, interesting."

After a while, Doni suddenly turned around and cursed: "Ma Jixiang, who are you calling him shoes? You are the shoes, a pair of torn shoes!"

Fu Shou was about to persuade him when he heard someone shouting outside: "Catch it, grab it, and see if I will kill it with one knife!"

"Oh, someone is fighting and there is fun to watch." Doni Zhao, who was sulking, pulled up his cotton shoes and was about to run out, but Fu Shou said: "It seems to be Wu Yingxiong's voice..."

"Damn it, something happened. It must be Nikan bullying us again. I'll search the guys and fuck them!" Doni picked up the broom and ran out. Fushou looked left and looked again, but he didn't find anything. He grabbed a large piece of coal and stuffed it into his gloves, preparing to be a meteor hammer for a while, but the two rushed out of the dormitory and saw dozens of people surrounding the yard, everyone shouting for cheering. Manchus, Han people, and Mongolians all gathered together. This was not like fighting. You know, when fighting, it must be a gang that was gathered together, and there were not only Wu Yingxiong's fierce voice, but also the screams of pigs in the crowd.

Doni squeezed into the crowd with a broom and found that Wu Yingxiong was indeed carrying a kitchen knife, but he was still tied to his waist. He was not fighting and killing people, but chasing a pig! Doni was leaning on a broom and was about to see him and was annoyed, but he never thought that the pig ran to him, and ran away after hitting him. Wu Yingxiong was exhausted and panting. Seeing Doni enjoying himself, he cursed: "Doni, you lazy pig, why don't you come and help quickly. If you don't help, I won't give you braised pork!"

"Wu Yingxiong, you idiot, didn't you boast that day that he was a victorious general who won every battle? Why? Now you can't even kill pigs. Coward, look at me!" After that, he picked up a broom and joined the battle group, but Doni's legs could not run faster than the four-legged pigs. Although he seized the opportunity and smashed them hard with a broom, the pig's skin was thick and thick, so it was not a fine broom that could kill him. It was just that he was wailing and ran faster.

"What are you doing? Come and help!" Doni was so tired that he called his friends to help him.

In the crowd watching the fun, Sukshaha joked: "Doni is lazy like an old dog on weekdays. He has never seen him work so hard. He runs so fast, like the group of people who are robbing the filial piety hat when his father is mourning."

Fulin turned around and glared at Sukshaha. Sukshaha quickly shut up. On the other side, Ma Jixiang also accompanied Zhu Youlang to joke and said, "Look at the top, Guanning's former general Wu Yingxiong chased and killed him with a knife, Manchuria **** was blocking him, and the northwest green camp Wang Jinbao was supporting him. The Mongolian chief was waiting for an opportunity to intervene. If a pig was treated like this, it would be not unfair if he died."

"If these people had been dealing with Dongfan a few years ago, they could cooperate as sincerely as they were today against this pig, and you and I would not have ended up in such a field!" Fulin said coldly.

Ma Jixiang remained silent and looked at the joke coldly, and was making fun of it. Zhang Cunren heard about this and also came. Looking at the seven pigs, he was experienced and shouted: "Doni, it's useless to use a stick. You have to find a sack or something to cover it first, otherwise you have to catch it when."

"Did you see, Zhang Cunren, a dog guy, was beaten by Doni earlier, and now he shamelessly shows kindness to him, villain!" said Hong Chengchou, who has always been silent.

Ma Jixiang's eyes rumbling and had an idea in his heart. He didn't like Doni and Zhang Cunren, but he didn't dare to use tricks under the hat of "reforming activists". Today is a good opportunity. Ma Jixiang walked out of the crowd and found a place to dry the quilt in the sun. He grabbed a quilt and threw it under Zhang Cunren's feet. Zhang Cunren was in a hurry, and he was in charge of where the quilt came from. He grabbed two corners, like a bullfighter, shouted: "Let me do it!"

After roaring, he flew over and covered the pork underneath. Gao Di and Wu Yingxiong quickly looked and held the other two quilts, which was considered to be the ones that controlled the pig. Doni laughed: "Zhang Cunren, you have some more things to do. You have a good job in the future..."

Before he finished his praise, Doni's face changed drastically. He hit Zhang Cunren on the butt with a stick and cursed: "Dog damn slave, this is my quilt, you guys!"

Zhang Cunren was beaten so hard that he screamed, but at this time, he had to press the pig under the quilt with his body. How dare he let go? It was Ma Jixiang who went up to snatch the stick: "Don't hit it, this is the time. It's important for your quilt, or it's important for everyone to eat braised pork. Let go and bring the stick you!"

The others stepped forward and lifted the quilt and pressed the pork's legs. Ma Jixiang shouted, "Come on, find a rope."

Everyone looked at me, I saw you, where to find a rope. In order to avoid the war criminals hanging, they were not allowed to hold the rope. The knife in Wu Yingxiong's hand was also brought by the chef just now. Fu Shou saw that the pig had been restrained and thought to himself that there were pigs, so many people, I was afraid that they would not be able to eat meat without contribution. He gritted his teeth and took off his belt, but was scolded by Ma Jixiang: "Fu Shou, you beast, this is a sow, not a human, why do you have such disgusting thoughts? They are still in public..."

"I'm not, I don't, I just want to..." Fu Shou quickly argued.

Ma Jixiang said: "I can't think about it, it's dirty thoughts!"

Wu Yingxiong came in with a knife: "I was tired for a long time and finally pressed it down. Haha, I saw that I had a knife and I saved it from finding a rope."

Gao Di glanced at the knife in his hand: "It's so stupid. This kitchen knife can kill pigs. You have to use a sharp knife in the ear of a cow."

"Where can I find that thing? Alas, Ma Jixiang, you are familiar with the guards, why don't you lend their bayonets? Zhu Youlang, you have a great face, so you can help borrow it!" Someone in the crowd started to cheer.
Chapter completed!