The terrible thing about extreme weather is that there is no harvest of grains in the food, and the phenomenon of people and animals freezing to death and heat. Also, plagues are rampant.

The weather in late autumn was hot, and suddenly there was heavy snow. This was almost a devastating blow to the victims.

People began to freeze to death in the capital. There were more than a dozen carts just pulling out the burial bodies outside the city.

Zhu Cilang left the palace gate and the capital was in a bleak state. The victims were crowded near the porridge shed to hide from the cold wind and shivered.

When they were joining the group to keep warm, they were like a group of penguins. Dozens or hundreds of people gathered together, women and children stayed in the middle, and the coldest layer outside was the coldest. They had to replace them one after another, and the hot people inside went outside, and the frozen people outside were going inside to keep warm.

They stamped their feet, sniffed, and shivered together. The children were crying inside, desolate and miserable.

There are almost no pedestrians on the streets, and the people in Beijing are not having a good time. They have experienced such ghost weather many times.

Zhu Cilang has already changed into brocade clothes and cotton furs. It was too cold this day. It seems that winter has entered. In fact, if the leaves on the trees were not wilted in the cold wind, this would be winter.

The warm deer leather boots stomped on the snow on the ground, making a pleasant creaking sound. Zhu Cixuan was in a mood, but he couldn't get happy.

The streets were filled with hungry people. The officials were viciously maintaining order. In the eyes of the officials, these victims were not as good as a dog.

"Get up, get up! Get up, get up, this is the street, not the place for you to sleep. Get out, get out!" An official from Shuntian Mansion whipped at the crowd with a whip in his hand.

This is a street in the capital. Because it is against the palace walls in the north, it can block a few cold winds. Today, God has made good intentions and finally the sun appears.

These victims leaned against the palace walls and snuggled up to each other to keep warm. However, on the main street here, officials drove away these victims.

Meng Fanchao and Sun Wangcai followed Zhu Cixuan, and there were four secret guards behind him.

Zhu Cilang looked at the officer who was showing off his power and said coldly: "What about Luo Yangxing?"

Meng Fanchao replied: "If you want to go back to your highness, Lord Luo will place refugees in the east city. I heard that Lord Luo has vacantly set his home and the Beizhen Fushi. Let the refugees be placed in first. You can't let them freeze to death on the streets."

Zhu Cilang snorted: "Luo Yangxing knows how to free up his home to accommodate refugees. What's going on in Shuntian Mansion? Let's go and take a look."

Since following Zhu Cilang, Luo Yangxing has become well aware of the way of being an official. It is not that Luo Yangxing is so enlightened that he wants to free up his house for the victims. Instead, Luo Yangxing knows that the prince likes to do this himself.

Only by trying to perform in front of the prince and holding the prince's thigh can he protect his future.

Luo Yangxing is not a good official, but he has no evil deeds. His biggest advantage is that he is obedient. He can understand what Zhu Cilang means and is appropriate to do things.

At this time, Luo Yangxing was at home and directed his family: "Move, move everything in the room to the back room and lend all the front yard to the victims."

Luo Yangxing's home is a three-entry courtyard house. The back cover is the last row of the courtyard house, and the location is relatively secret. It is generally used for houses where maids and others live, or used as a warehouse.

Luo Yangxing moved into the back room and gave all the main room and the east and west rooms to the victims. This immediately caused dissatisfaction among the family members. Luo Yangxing's wife couldn't help but complain: "Master, you gave up our family to these victims. What are you thinking about? These victims are smelly and make our good family look like a pigpen and doghouse. If there are any further plagues, we can't live a life in this family."

"Yes, Master, there are so many houses outside, why do you have to give our house to those victims? Master, what do you think in your heart?"

The servants and other family members also complained, and Luo Yangxing snorted: "Women's opinion, you know nothing! I won't do this, let those refugees sleep on the street? I will freeze to death every day. When the prince blames me, how can I explain it!"

The original wife was a little puzzled: "Since that's the case, why not let these refugees be placed elsewhere? Why should we place so many idle houses in the capital? "

Luo Yangxing sighed: "Do you think I am willing? Look at the idle houses in the capital, which one is not a royal relative or a noble family member. If I purchase their houses, they will not hold a grudge against me. I will give up the Beizhen Fushiya and our family, and the prince will not say much at that time. Maybe I will encourage me a few words. You women with long hair and short knowledge know nothing."

A servant asked carefully: "Master, the villain heard that the prince is a man of the world and is very smart. You have not levyed the houses of wealthy families and gave all your own houses to the victims. Can the prince believe it?"

Luo Yangxing sneered: "Of course your prince doesn't believe it, but in this kind of thing, your prince won't make people see that he doesn't believe it. Don't worry, the prince's heart is clear, but he won't blame me, that's enough."

That's right, Zhu Cilang knew Luo Yangxing's pretentiousness very well. He also knew that Luo Yangxing was afraid of offending others and did not dare to expropriate idle houses.

But Zhu Cilang pretended not to know, and would still be moved by pretending to be moved. He gave his house to resettle the victims of the disaster, and wrote a letter to Chongzhen to praise him.

This is the officialdom, this is the way to be an official. It is impossible to be a good person in the officialdom. Only when you are confused can you be as confused as a fish in water.

Luo Yang is very smart, so he was appreciated by Zhu Cilang. However, Zhu Cilang never regarded him as a confidant, and such a person is unreliable.

Li Tiewen, only officials like You Tong are honest officials, Hong Niangzi, Li Yan, Zhan Yunpeng, Linghu Yunlong, and Yuan Xiaoxiao from the Eastern Palace Guard. Only these people can become their confidants.

As for Luo Yangxing, he was just a talent that was appreciated by Zhu Cilang and could use. He was still far from being a confidant.

Luo Yangxing also knew that he didn't want to be the prince's confidant. As long as he could be valued by the prince, he would be content. Because the prince was the prince after all, and had not yet been on the dragon throne to become the emperor. Sometimes, you have to leave a way out for yourself.

I, Luo Yangxing, was loyal to Chongzhen. If I were too close to the prince, it might not be a good thing.

Several officials from Shuntian Prefecture drove these refugees like animals. When Zhu Cixuan took his people over, the officials became much more honest.

Meng Fanchao was like a chicken and brought the official with a whip to Zhu Cixuan.
Chapter completed!