The stock market crash occurred on March 11, the crash and the Yin-Yang Mouse Warehouse incident occurred on March 12, and on the day of March 13, the capital was in chaos, with evil everywhere inside and out!
People are old and smart, horses are old and slippery! Even if you do nothing in this world, as long as you survive long enough, you will be able to practice a little understanding and understand the three flavors of life.
The old people in the capital, especially the old men and women who had experienced two or three dynasties, all felt the strangeness in the air. They looked at the changes in the market with horror, and they did not even dare to say anything.
It was early in the morning, and mourning began at the house of the three bannermen deep in the alley. The trumpeter probably didn't have a full breakfast, so he couldn't play in tune, and more importantly, he had no energy at all.
The crying relatives shed a few lines of fake tears, but no one had any real feelings. After all, they committed suicide due to loan sharks. The stock market is harmful. Thousands of people in the capital committed suicide in one night. Really, every household has relatives. Die a violent death!
Relatives and friends did not dare to stay. They kowtowed and exchanged a few words before leaving, because loan sharks were guarding the door. If anyone looked like a rich person, they would go and inquire about his relationship with the deceased.
Everyone is afraid of getting involved, so they just turn around and leave without any human touch at all!
The old man pulled his eyes out of the depths of the alley and looked at the street outside the alley entrance. One after another fast horses were galloping back and forth. These were all the elites of the Kuaizi Horses and the Yulin New Army. Each one of them looked fierce on horseback. Go out three streets.
The doors of various royal palaces, Belle Beizi, Marquis and Counts... many houses had their doors opened. The soldiers were very polite, but the old people smelled something different.
The Forbidden City is calling for entry, and too many Manchu dignitaries have gathered in the palace. What's even more strange is that many of them have no positions in the imperial court. He is not qualified to go to the Forbidden City to discuss politics.
These so-called dignitaries only go in to top up their numbers during festivals and commemorations, and when there are major ceremonial celebrations in the palace!
Nowadays, what do you ask these people to do if they are not old enough?
The old man shook his head and sighed, "The Year of the Rat is really a disaster... Old lady... where are your sons and grandsons? Let them get out and buy some food secretly..."
"Haven't you heard that there's a big disaster outside the city? Don't go to other food stores, go to your cousin's store, there's probably no other place that can sell it to you!"
The grandson who hurried back from the street asked in confusion, "No need, grandpa. Didn't you hear the gongs and drums in Nancheng? Today, the official warehouse in the city has allocated 100,000 shi of grain to be sent to the disaster area! We have enough food in the capital!"
"How much? One hundred thousand stones? Allocate it today?" The strange feeling in the old man's heart became even stronger.
"Haha... I don't believe it. One hundred thousand shi of grain must be allocated from the six warehouses in the city? The Beixincang area is all food prepared for the royal family and the Eight Banners men!"
"If it is really for disaster relief, the granary of the train station outside the city of Shiwanshi Grain will be allocated. This must be a deliberate act by the imperial court to appease the people in the city. I don't believe it..."
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and buy food... Even if you lose a little money, I will give you peace of mind!"
The grandson and his grandfather had no choice but to go out with their empty food bags. As soon as they left the alley, they heard the newspaper boy running and shouting.
"The Emperor has a decree! The Beijing Stock Exchange was exposed by miscreants and caused a collapse... In order to appease people's hearts, stock market trading has been suspended from today..."
"The soldiers and civilians in the capital are not allowed to spread rumors. The imperial court has begun to allocate food for disaster relief! The nickname is foreign..."
The grandson shook his head and didn't know what was wrong with his grandfather, but he didn't dare to disobey and could only trot to the food store of his distant relative.
As we walked further down the street, the atmosphere became even weirder. Groups of soldiers began to mobilize, each with a gloomy look on their face, not knowing what their mission was.
The first batch of grain trucks have begun to be transported from Beixincang, but the strange thing is that Beixincang is close to Dongzhimen. How good is it to leave the city from here? The road out of the city is still wide, so why be crowded in the city.
As a result, this car team went uncharacteristically and went directly to Beixinqiao, Dongsi Archway, and Dongdan Archway to Chongwen Gate to enter Nancheng. It seemed that they had to take the overpass and then exit the city through Yongding Gate.
This route almost includes the most prosperous Nancheng in the capital. Even a fool can understand that the court is deliberately letting the people see the grain trucks. This is reassuring!
Grain carts were being transported southward one after another as far as the eye could see. Horses, mules, donkeys, old oxen... any livestock that could pull the carts were used, and the streets were full of livestock neighing.
The young man didn't know what the seriousness was. When he saw an acquaintance in the carriage, he wanted to go over and exchange a few words. However, as soon as he took two steps, a soldier poked his nose with a spear.
"Back off...what do you want to do? Are you a gangster? Do you want to steal food when you get close to the food truck? What are you doing with the empty bag in your hand?"
"Oh... My lord, my lord... I didn't steal the food. This is empty. I went to the food store to buy rice... I just told you a few sentences..."
The person driving the bus was his childhood friend who he had grown up with. He waved to him, "Go and do your work. I'll chat with you when I get back to Beijing. I'm leaving... fight!"
Baojun organized this grain transportation mission to be weatherproof. Only the outer layer of the sacks in these grain trucks was made of real grain, and the insides were filled with sandbags of equal weight.
Moreover, after these grains leave the capital, they will not go south to the disaster area at all. They will have to be transported to other warehouses during the darkness tonight.
How dare ordinary people get close to this big drama!
"Extra number...extra number...urgent additional issue...three thousand tons of rice supported by the Chinese head of state have been sent to Tanggu...extra number!"
Master Baojun in the capital is coordinating the forces of many parties, trying every means to suppress the news so that it cannot leak out, and also deceives all the soldiers and civilians. The day he can deceive will count.
And in the Forbidden City, a big show has already begun!
In one morning, almost all the high-ranking nobles in the capital, including Wang Jue, Baile, Beizi, and some dukes and marquises, were called in.
There are no high-ranking officials of the Han Dynasty, and there are no officials who are scholars of the Six Ministries of the Central Dynasty. They are all nobles in the Eight Banners.
Moreover, they did not go to the Yangxin Hall or the Hall of Supreme Harmony, but entered the Ancestral Temple to the east of Duanmen. As soon as they entered the Ancestral Temple, the big men's backs suddenly felt cold.
During the Tongzhi Dynasty, there were a total of thirteen Wangjue. Among them, Prince Qing, Prince Chun and Prince Gong were all imprisoned and could not attend the meeting. The remaining ten people came.
There were more than 20 Baylor and Beizi, and more than 20 dukes and marquises together. There were no more than 60 people present!
Around these 60 people, there were all the new soldiers of the imperial forest, and there were even horses lined up near the wall. It looked like a charge could be launched at any time.
Standing at the front of the team was Prince Dun, who was concentrating with his eyes closed. Behind him were Prince Li, Prince Zheng, Prince Yu, etc. Except for Prince Dun and Prince Yu from the Capital Police Headquarters, everyone else in this group was confused. .
"Prince Dun...Prince Yu...please tell me, what happened today? Why are you all here at the Ancestral Temple?"
As a result, no matter who asked, these two people kept their eyes closed and refused to speak, just pretending to be statues.
