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Chapter 201 Don’t even think about being happy



The wealthy households who saw the newspaper were disapproving. Everyone was busy celebrating the New Year, so who would care about the snow disaster?

Rich families have plenty of money, so they can survive if things are more expensive.

Everyone didn't take it seriously and set off fireworks as usual to celebrate New Year's Eve.

Red lanterns were hung up at the other end of the Rongguo Mansion, several tables of banquets were set up, and several girls were invited to play games together to keep the New Year's Eve together.

Yan Shoufu's family has a constant troupe of operas, and they have to sing three or four pieces a day.

The Phoenix Tower is even more lively, with welcome and drop-offs happening all the time.

On the first and second days of the Lunar New Year, there are constant fireworks in the sky, but unfortunately the fireworks are all from the east.

The people in the west were lying in the ice and snow, huddled in thatched huts.

In the past, when the city gates opened, all the people entering the city were caravans with hope and young people with longings.

Now that the city gates of Kyoto are open, those entering the city are coffin boards, and those leaving the city are carloads of dead people.

Coffin boards in Kyoto are hard to come by. Not to mention coffin boards, straw mats are also being sought after.

There is no festive atmosphere in Ningguo Mansion. Red lanterns are piled up in the warehouse, no one sets off firecrackers, and no one plays with the fireworks.

The female masters all went to give porridge and medicine, while the male masters went to various houses to collect food.

Xichun cried in Yuanyang's arms. The girl she had taken care of two days ago died in a clump of weeds.

The woman who came to her for rice soup that day also died. She died under the wall, curled up in a ball, holding a broken bowl in her hand, and holding her one-year-old child in her arms.

Jia Rong and Liu Fan quarreled at the other end, "Why don't you report such a huge disaster to the police?

Without the help of the imperial court, they would not have survived the first month."

Liu Fan looked furious, "Do you think I don't want to? Every time I go to the emperor, they stop me. They say don't look for bad luck during the Chinese New Year.

I can't even see the emperor, where should I report it? If I go to the door of the chief minister's house with the news of the disaster, will he open it for me?"

Liu Fan pounded the table with both hands, "Yingtian Mansion's granary has been released, and if it is moved again, it will be the food and grass for the Wucheng Army and Horses Division.

If I make a move today, I will be killed tomorrow. Those soldiers and ruffians have no respect for humanity."

The Military and Horse Division of the Five Cities is not in the hands of the Jia family, and Jia Rong has no control over it.

The current person in charge is Wang Ziteng's nephew, but Wang Ziteng will not return home this year, and Jia Rong will not be able to impress him no matter how proud he is.

Liu Fan said helplessly: "You have done your best, go back. This is none of your business.

Just endure it and it will pass. Which generation doesn't endure it like this?"

Jia Rong laughed, "Because I can't do it, do I have to escape?"

"As a conscientious person, how can you shrink back because of such a trivial matter?

Liu Fan, it’s time for you to know my appeal, Jia Rong.”

Jia Rong walked out. People lying outside the temporary office area were all frostbitten people.

Most of the people affected by the disaster died of freezing, and a small number died of hunger and cold.

The death toll has exceeded 20,000, and refugees continue to flock to Kyoto. It is unknown how long this heavy snowstorm will last.

Lao Gen trotted over and said anxiously: "Uncle, someone in the house came to tell me that grandma has returned to her parents' home."

It is normal to go back to your parents' home on the second day of the new year, but this year is different. Heavy snow has blocked the roads. If something happens, it will kill two people.

"We told her not to go out, so why would she join in the fun? She has to go out during the first month of the year."

Lao Gen said: "Grandma went back to her parents' house to move reinforcements."

"People close to Grandma said that the little food you got won't last for a few days. The Taishi Mansion has a lot of food, so she will bring it for you."

From this tone, she was going to rob him.

It’s not about coming, it’s about coming. This is the rhythm of emptying out the Taishi Mansion.

"I'm going to the Grand Master's Mansion. If you have anything to do, come find me over there."

Before Jia Rong could take a few steps, Dongzi hurried back, panting and saying: "At the city gate... at the city gate... I saw Master Gu rushing here with food."

There is food, which is great. Gu Ming must have brought the food from Taipingcang to Beijing.

Also receiving the news at the same time was Master Yiying of Yingtian Mansion. They all left their posts and ran towards the city gate with hope.

The city gate has long been surrounded. There are three floors inside and three floors outside. People like beggars hold bowls and raise their hands to ask Gu Ming and others for food.

"Go away, don't come near."

"Kill if you get close, and stay back."

The soldiers guarding the city kept driving away the people, and they were merciless, pushing, beating, kicking and stomping.

Jia Rong didn't dare to get close, for fear of a riot.

A cart of grain,

Two carts of grain

……

Thirty carts of grain.

"No more?"

"No more, you can't see the cart from behind."

The food was less than expected. Jia Rong estimated the daily consumption, and the more she calculated, the more she became frustrated.

This food is only enough for fifteen days.

We have to reduce our daily food intake, we can’t offer porridge to everyone, we have to screen out those who are from a decent family background.

Otherwise, these rice grains are only enough for ten days.

The Taipingcang is the world's granary, and the food stored in it can feed at least 10 million people in Kyoto for a month.

Why did Gu Ming only bring so little food?

Seeing the sloppy Gu Ming, Jia Rong asked: "Tell me the truth, will there be food later?"

Gu Ming looked at Jia Rong with sad eyes and didn't say a word.

Jia Rong understands everything.

There will be no more food later.

Jia Rong's shock turned into anger, and his hands in his robe were tightly clenched.

He didn't ask a word about Taipingcang.

He knows everything.

Taipingcang is a joke.

If there was still food in Taipingcang now, he would cut off his head and use it as a stool to sit on.

Jia Rong said in a deep voice: "I'll think of something while you count the number of deaths."

Gu Ming's mouth trembled, and he wanted to say hello, but couldn't say anything.

He has been investigating the grain case since October last year, and the word granary popped up in his mouth countless times.

He knows better than anyone what is going on in Taipingcang.

There are tens of thousands of catties of grain and nearly a hundred granaries, but now there is not a single grain of rice.

Where does the food go?

Where did the food go?

All the food goes into the bellies of corrupt officials.

In the halcyon years, corrupt officials thought it was okay to sell a little.

It doesn’t matter if you sell a little more.

Anyway, I won’t check it from above, so I’ll just sell it.

Once a disaster occurs, not a single grain of food will be left in the Taiping warehouse.

Entering the inner city, walking past the Catholic Church, and arriving near Wenchang Pavilion, I heard the lively sounds. I didn’t know that people in the outside world were drinking, punching, and drunkenly.

The inner city and the outer city, one heaven and one hell.

There is always enough food left for every meal in the inner city, but people in the outer city can fight to the death over a grain of rice.

Standing on the cold street, Jia Rong's body was cold and her heart was even colder.

Jia Rong told the people behind him: "Send the order, and all workers in glass factories, mirror factories, department stores, and newsboys will take to the streets of the inner city and cry for the whole day.

Anyone who refuses to go will be fired immediately."

"Yes."

"Find someone to spread the news among the refugees that there is meat to eat in the inner city."

"Yes."
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