Chapter 309: 309: Three Years of Langya (9)

Chapter 309 Chapter 309: Three Years of Langya (9)
This year's first snowfall lasted for more than half a month, and the weather was colder than a day. Many houses were crushed by snow, and the casualties of the people were unknown. Several families in Shanghai opened granaries and set up porridge sheds everywhere. , More wealthy people continue to drown in dreams.
Jiang Yanji now lives in Fengfu, and I heard that there is a porridge shed, and also went with Feng Jin to serve the people.
The snow continued outside, and there were already several rows of people in front of the porridge.
Almost everyone has a dull face and a thin shirt. Some people are wearing thick clothes, but they are covered in patches.
"This heavy snow, I don't know how many people have been crushed to death ... how many people have been frozen to death ..."
Looking at the long line without a head, the concubine who applied congee in the congee shed whispered to the concubine next to him, with compassion and sympathy in his words.
Although two cauldrons have been set up, porridge is still not enough for the people.
The companion was too busy, "... a little nonsense, work is important ... can the life of a noble be the same as that of a pariah?"
The people lined up to lead the porridge, Jiang Yanji helped to congee the porridge or move wood to burn the fire, and Feng Jin, a weak scholar, was sweating on his forehead.
There was no noise or interruption from the people around, and the active audience in the live broadcast room was silent for a long time. The atmosphere was extremely depressed. Some viewers couldn't help but watch their noses feel sour, and they did n’t have the courage to continue watching. Barrage.
[Tuzki dancing]: ... Although I always complain that the winter is very cold, and it is so cold, I complain that there is no natural heating in the south, and it is very cold in the winter ... but our lives are very happy now, really ...
[Tuzki dancing]: There is no natural heating in this area, but we can go to Taoniang to buy a heater, you can turn on the air conditioner to heat, if you are not afraid to waste electricity, you can still wear summer clothes in the house in winter ... these, In ancient times, there was almost no way for wealthy people to wear more clothes and burn high-quality charcoal for heating. What about the people?
Right, what about the people?
Too many people can't afford warm clothes, can't afford a wind-proof house, and can't burn the charcoal heating for heating. This is still the case, what will happen to the area around Shanghai?
How many houses have collapsed, how many people have been crushed and how many innocent souls have been frozen to death after a heavy snowfall?
There are no external conditions, you can only rely on your body to resist. If you ca n’t carry it, you will be frozen to death ... This is frozen to death!
"System, can you exchange popularity points for food? You can also wear warm clothes ..."
Jiang Yanji secretly asked the system.
"No, the anchor level is too low, unless you choose to upgrade."
The cold mechanical sound of the system fell into Jiang Yanji's ears, causing an unprecedented killing in her heart.
Jiang Yanji secretly calculated the total number of points on the backstage account, and asked, "What can you get if you upgrade?"
The system replied, "Ten thousand points can be exchanged for one hundred pounds of grain."
10,000 points can be exchanged for 100 catties?
Jiang Yanji now has more than 1.3 million points, which seems to be able to exchange a lot of food.
However, Jiang Yanji is not so foolish.
The system avoided answering the previous question. Even if you want to upgrade to a third-level live broadcast, you still do not have redemption rights.
Leaving this aside, the second-level anchor to the third-level anchor needs to consume one million gas points.
If it is all changed, the remaining popularity points will not be changed according to the ratio given by the system.
This is a pit.
"Forget it, you can't trust it at all." Jiang Yanji answered coldly, turning her head to think of other ways.
The system was suffocating, but did not dare to whisper with Jiang Yanji.
Unless Jiang Yanji chooses to spend popularity points to upgrade the level, otherwise the current system can not take this host.
Fengfu is the only family in Shanghai who chooses to open a porridge shed. The porridge is cooked in a pot all day long and there is still in short supply.
A bowl of porridge is not sticky or even very thin, but if you drink it, you can at least have a full water, warm and cold body.
Jiang Yanji helped for several days in the porridge shed, and still did not hear the disaster relief instructions, let alone the rice and cold clothing for the disaster relief.
Liu Yan came back up, looking tired for a day.
With a somber face, he said, "I have written many times for my father. The official family always shirks several times on the grounds of the second emperor's marriage. Today I finally let go, but gave this errand to a surnamed Shi. Zhong Changshu ... the greed of life, the geese plucking hair ... the 220,000 silver plucked down, I don't know how many people will be detained, and how many will eventually be in the hands of the people ... "
This world today, although it is not really chaotic yet, how much better than the chaos?
Jiang Yanji has been helping in the porridge shed for the past few days, or has distributed some warm clothing to the people, and has the best understanding of the snow disaster.
She snorted, "Twenty-two thousand silver is not enough, let alone what can be done after being exploited and corrupted ..."
Liu Yi sighed, "He has secretly purchased a batch of grain for his father and sent him to Beijing, hoping to ease the urgent need."
In today's world, everything he does is a waste of money, it is better to solve the hidden dangers from the root.
After three more days, heavy snow finally stopped.
Jiang Yanji looked at the invitation with a cold smile on his face. "The second prince is married. I and he are relatives. What did they do in the past?"
The big one went to the capital, it was snowy, and the world was vast.
The princess of the Northern Territory was wearing a red wedding dress and, with the exception of the Emperor Dongqing, sat in a sedan chair carried by sixteen people.
The sedan is adorned with gold, silver and jade, and is covered with red satin. It shines in the reflection of the sun and is very luxurious.
The welcoming team was wearing festive new clothes, clapping through the gates of Shangjing City and going around the city. People on both sides of the street cheered and blessed. There were hundreds of tables and water banquets next to the Prince's Palace. .
In stark contrast to this, in a remote corner of Shangjing City, the stiff body was picked out from the ruins.
One after another, the frozen corpses were strewn with carts after cart.
Jiang Yanji wore plain clothes, her hair was with wooden cymbals, and her expression was cold and snowy.
This world ... it really needs to change!
Jiang Yanji instructed Xiaoyan, who cleaned the corpse, "they have been buried well. Now the weather is cold and the corpse is not easy to decay, but it cannot be neglected. If the corpse is left untreated, it will be easy to form an epidemic after the spring."
"Xiao Langjun rest assured that slavery must be done properly."
At the same time, another place in Shanghai.
Lu Zheng held a plate, chewed a bit of cold white cake, and sighed, "After nearly one month of evaluation, the court has not issued a letter of appointment. I don't expect to come this year ..."
"Master has decided to leave for Langya in two days ... Shangjing, I really don't want to come back again."
When Han Yue heard the sound of thumping outside, her heart was irritable.
How many people froze to death and starved to death. The government family also held such a grand wedding for the second prince, a scale higher than that of the prince.
How can Dongqing be so finished!
(End of this chapter)