I'm really not the carpenter emperor

Most of these people are local ruffians and green skins who have nothing to do all day long, as well as some beggars and refugees.

They either lost their families in the troubled times, or they were unable to support the wall with mud, lived in no fixed place, and had no serious source of income.

Even if the government provides an errand, they are unwilling to do it, but for this kind of chaos and lawlessness, they don't even need to be induced, but they will take the initiative to join.

This kind of person is looking forward to the chaos of the world all day long, because he can't do anything, and has a huge psychological gap with other people's normal life.

Their envy, jealousy, anger and chaos are the root of the chaos.

Whether it is the White Lotus Sect in the five provinces of the Central Plains or the Donglin Yudang in the seven provinces in the south of the Yangtze River, it is mainly this kind of people who are attracted.

For this kind of people, Dongchang and the officers and soldiers all wanted to kill them, and those with families rarely participated in it.

The entire city of Suzhou currently has only 120 families affected.

Of course, it was inconvenient for these people to stay where they were, and most of them were sent directly to Liaodong. After all, Liaodong was recovered for less than two years, and there were not many people.

What Fu Yingxing did was cruel. He arrested the family members of Zhou Shunchang, Ma Jie, Shen Yang, and Yang Nianru.

In front of these four people, the factory workers executed their family members one by one.

After they had cried for a while over the piles of heads of their families, Fu Yingxing took up the sword and beheaded them one by one in order.

The first to kill was Zhou Shunchang.

This method of killing is undoubtedly a great torture for the dead.

As for the rest of Ma Jie, Shen Yang, and Yang Nianru, seeing that if they continued to agitate, there would be no turning point, and they all lost the iron bones they had just now.

Watching Ma Jie and Shen Yang die tragically under Fu Yingxing's knife one after another, Yang Nianru, the scholar leader who claimed to be the leader of all the students yesterday, actually wet his pants.

But Fu Yingxing would not be soft because of this, he put the knife on Yang Nianru's neck, licked the blood splattered on the corner of his mouth, grinned and said:

"It's a pity that all of you righteous people will die at my hands, but I, a thoroughly bad guy, can have the last laugh."

"On the way!"

After saying that, Fu Yingxing raised the knife and cut off a frightened head.

So far, the civil uprising in Suzhou has come to an end.

Chapter 719 Zhu Ciran Suffered the Wind and Cold

The matter in Suzhou has come to an end, but the investigation of the East Factory has only just begun.

Zhang Xiao, the official supervisor of the Suzhou government, went home that night, and when he heard that more than a thousand heads had been beheaded on the square in one day, and blood flowed into rivers, he was immediately terrified.

"Hurry up, pack up the things, we will leave the city tomorrow morning!" Zhang Xiao said to his wife, "Where are the silver taels that those people gave you?"

The woman came out, gave him a blank look, threw out a heavy bundle and said:

"It's all here, 500 taels, a lot of money."

"As soon as you resign, the money will be sent over. Now that we have money, where can we settle down?"

Zhang Xiao hugged the silver tael, his eyes were full of longing.

"The world is so big that you can go anywhere. It is said that the imperial court has acquired a new free city called Manila in the south."

"Where can we go, away from worldly disputes, and live a peaceful life."

The woman leaned in his arms, looking at the pair of children who were playing, her eyes were full of happiness.

That night, the two fell asleep like this.

Early in the morning, just after the curfew, Zhang Xiao woke up his wife and children, packed his bags and prepared to go out of the city, who knows, just as he opened the door, a black shadow covered his eyes.

Zhao An, the supervisor of the Suzhou Supervision Department, was wearing soap boots and a brown close-fitting gown, and smiled coldly:

"Director Zhang, where are you going?"

Zhang Xiao's complexion sank, but his heart still came. He stood still, and his wife behind him was puzzled for a while, she stretched her head to look, and took a few steps back one after another.

"Husband, who are they?"

Zhao An pushed Zhang Xiao away, knelt down and waved to two children, a boy and a girl hiding behind the woman.

Even though they had shown gentler smiles, the two children still kept away, and even the boy was still full of hostility.

Zhao An seemed to be used to this kind of scene, he stood up and said with a smile:

"Who am I? I'm not a good person..." Immediately, he winked at the boy, "I'm a bad person."

The boy was amused by him, but quickly stopped smiling.

Zhang Xiao's face was full of vigilance, looking at the supervisor of the East Factory as if he had come to his own home, wandering back and forth in the house.

He couldn't bear it for a while, and asked in a rough voice:

"What's the matter now, my family is leaving Suzhou, there's nothing else, we're leaving."

Zhao An turned around to look at him, sat on the table and poured himself a glass of water, and said while drinking:

"Supervisor Zhang really thinks that after yesterday's incident, would you still be able to get out of this city of Suzhou?"

"Zhang Jiansi is a smart man. He knows what I am here for. I receive money from others and do things for others. The money is not for nothing."

On the day Zhang Xiao decided to help with acting, he thought of this day.

But he was still lucky, after all, it was 500 taels of silver, not to mention that he could get it with just a few words.

This kind of temptation is too great for a person like him who has worked so hard for half his life but has achieved nothing.

An official position like a supervisor can only be regarded as a low-level official in the Yamen. Few people would refuse this kind of opportunity.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiao became a little downcast, those fantasies last night were nothing but fantasies after all.

"You spare my family."

After Zhang Xiao finished speaking, he looked at Zhao An, this was his last hope.

Unexpectedly, Zhao An laughed loudly: "If you let them go, I will die."

"The imperial examination case, what kind of face do those Donglin Party members have, don't you know, is it worth it for such a small amount of money?"

As he spoke, he raised his legs and sneered:

"It's not a day or two since the imperial court has investigated the Donglin Party. In the past six years since the apocalypse reigned, the number of Donglin Party who died in the hands of our Dongchang is not [-], but several thousand."

"To have today's result is your own fault, and you can't blame others. Where there is a cause, there will be an effect!"

"However, your family is not a capital crime. Your wife and children should be sent to work in arms factories or mines."

Zhang Xiao gritted his teeth and said, "Then I thank Mr. Zhao!"

Surprisingly, the woman was unusually calm, not the kind of hysteria that Zhao An was used to during this investigation.

She quietly accompanied Zhang Xiao, held the latter's hand, and said:

"I am willing to die with my husband."

Zhang Xiao was startled when he heard this, and quickly turned around: "You are crazy, if you die, what will our children do?"

The woman looked at her ignorant children and sighed, "It's their misfortune to be born in this world. Without you, what's the point of my life?"

"What a pair of fateful mandarin ducks, it's touching, it's really touching..." Zhang Xiao clapped his hands, got up and drew out his sword, and said with a smile:

"Since that's the case, then I'll send the Buddha to the west and your whole family on the way?"

Zhang Xiao held his wife's hand tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "Then I have to thank Mr. Zhao for his kindness even more!"

"You're welcome, it should be. Helping others has always been Dongchang's style of doing things." Although Zhao An couldn't bear it in his heart, he couldn't see it on his face.

Even, there was no hesitation in his hands when killing people.

Perhaps only he himself can know the tenderness hidden in his heart.

……

The incident in Suzhou caused quite a stir locally.

However, in Zhu Youxiao's deep palace, there are just a few memorials that have come and gone in recent days.

After receiving the memorial, Zhu Youxiao didn't even bother to read it.

Because there is a bigger matter right now, my son is sick.

The eldest son of the emperor, Zhu Ciran, was fine a few days ago, but today he woke up with a cold.

The disease of wind-cold, in modern terms it is a cold, is a minor disease in modern times, everyone will get it, usually take two pills, and it will be fine in a few days.

People at this time have a different understanding of disease than later generations.

Right now is the end of the Ming Dynasty, productivity is low, it is common for people to lack clothing and food, hunger, cold, and malnutrition are unavoidable problems for people all over the world.

Although a cold is considered a minor illness in future generations, at present, if it is not handled well, it will cause death.

In ancient times, there were not many princes and queens who died of wind and cold.

In particular, Zhu Youxiao was very worried. After all, his son had died long ago in history, and it was all because of Dongchang's strict security measures that he was able to survive until now.

So for Zhu Ciran's first illness, Zhu Youxiao attached great importance to it, and ran to Kunning Palace without even reading the memorial.

Recently, Zhu Ciran had a cold, but it disturbed Zhang Yan a lot.

She took care of it herself all day and all night, and she couldn't even sleep well, feeling haggard, and her skin became dull.

Zhu Youxiao came to Kunning Palace quietly, stood behind and looked at their mother and son, apologetic in his heart, and lightly put his hand on Zhang Yan's shoulder.

The latter's delicate body trembled, and he still looked at Zhu Ciran who was lying on the couch with his eyes closed.

Zhu Youxiao asked with concern: "How is Ci Ran, what does the imperial doctor say?"

Zhang Yan sighed, and said softly: "The imperial doctor gave me medicine. After half a day, there is still no improvement, but my forehead is getting hotter..."

When Zhu Youxiao heard this, his face turned cold:

"Even the wind and cold can't be cured, what's the use of raising him? Send an order to the imperial hospital to remove the imperial physician who is currently in charge of treating the prince!"

"Tell them to send another imperial doctor over, if the prince doesn't get better within a day, behead him!"

7 Chapter Twenty

Tai Hospital.

The Imperial Hospital was first established in the Jin Dynasty, and in the Ming Dynasty, it was officially claimed that the current Imperial Hospital was inherited from the Imperial Medical Office and the Imperial Medical Bureau in the Tang and Song Dynasties.

However, compared with the Tang and Song Dynasties, the current imperial hospital has complete functions and greater power. It is like a place for political struggles, rather than treating diseases and saving lives, and practicing medical skills.

During the Hongwu period, Taiyuan Hospital was established, which is equivalent to the system of craftsman households and military households, and has been inherited from generation to generation.

That is to say, one of your ancestors was an imperial physician at the time of his death. No matter whether you are interested in medicine or not, you will be forcibly designated as an imperial physician.

Such a result naturally led to the fact that there are many quack doctors in the current imperial hospital, and the imperial doctors are fighting openly and secretly, and few people will study medical skills carefully.

At this moment, the hospital is extremely busy.

Who would have thought that a simple wind-cold syndrome would make the entire Tai Hospital helpless, like ants on a hot pot.

Zheng Yanjin, the ambassador of Tai Hospital, is the highest official here.

However, Zheng's lineage has inherited the position of ambassador of the Taiyuan Hospital until now, and it is no longer as good as it used to be.

Compared with practicing medicine, Zheng Yanjin actually wants to be an unrestrained free man. Painting is his greatest hobby in this life.

But the Zheng family, whose ancestors were all ambassadors of the Imperial Court Hospital, has always been difficult to get rid of this identity.

Zheng Yanjin didn't have any skills, how to cure the wind and cold, a dignified ambassador of the imperial hospital, didn't know, it was a first-class anecdote in the world.

Not only that, the imperial doctors below also looked at each other in blank dismay.

Today's imperial doctor who failed to treat him is naturally a typical example of inheriting his father's position but has no ability. It is not surprising that he angered the emperor.

After all, it is a Tai Hospital. Apart from most of the hereditary people, there are also a considerable number of officials who have been recruited from the people in recent years.

Most of these people have been practicing medicine among the people for many years, and they are well-known. Most of them know the method of treating wind and cold.

But after many years in the Tai Hospital, everyone is no longer the unfettered wandering doctor when they first came in. The influence of the general environment has changed them a lot.

Nowadays, many people have developed the problem of timidity. The four most commonly used treatments for wind and cold cannot be used on the prince.

Once something goes wrong with the prince, he might be killed.

This kind of fault, no one is willing to bear.