On March 11, the stock market crash occurred, the collapse and the Yin-Yang rat trading incident occurred. By March 13, the capital was in chaos, and there was evil spirit everywhere from the inside to the outside!

People are old and sperm, and horses are old and slippery! Even if you do nothing in the world, as long as you have been in the years, you can practice and understand the three flavors of life after you have lived in a little bit of understanding.

The old people in the capital, especially the old men and women who have experienced two or three dynasties, all felt the strangeness in the air. They watched the changes in the city in horror and didn't even dare to say anything.

It was early in the morning, and the house of Sanjia Banners in the deep alley began to have funerals. The drummer may not have enough breakfast, and the slap in a mess was not enough to make the adjustment. What's more important is that he has no strength at all.

The relatives who cried like a soul shed a few lines of fake tears, and no one was in a true relationship. After all, they committed suicide by owing usury. This stock market hurts people. Thousands of people in the capital committed suicide in one night. It was really a matter of death for every household!

Relatives and friends dare not stay, and they kowtowed and greeted each other for a few words before leaving, because the loan sharks were guarding the door, and they would go to find out what it had to do with the deceased when they saw someone who looked like a rich man.

Everyone is afraid of getting a bag, and they just turn around and leave after a hasty matter, without any human touch!

The old man pulled his eyes out of the depths of the alley and looked at the streets outside the alley, one fast horse after another running back and forth. These were all crutches, the elites of the new imperial army, one by one, pushed out three streets with a fierce spirit on the back of the horses.

The royal palaces, Belebezi, Marquis and Earl... Many families were smashed to the doors. The soldiers were very polite, but the old people smelled a different smell.

The Forbidden City is calling in. Too many Manchu and powerful people gather in the palace. What's even more strange is that many faces have no position in the court, so he is not qualified to go to the Forbidden City to discuss politics.

These so-called powerful people only go in to make up for their numbers during festivals and festivals, and when there are great rituals and celebrations in the palace!

Now that the New Year is not in the lunar calendar, what are you asking these people to do?

The old man shook his head and sighed, "The Year of the Rat is such a big disaster... The old woman... Where is the son and grandson? Let them come in and go and buy some food secretly..."

"Have you heard that there is a big disaster outside the city? Don't go to other grain stores. If you go to your cousin's store, you will probably be able to sell it to you wherever you can!"

The grandson, who hurried back from the street, asked in confusion, "No need, right? Grandpa, haven't you heard the sound of gongs and drums in the south city? Today, the official warehouse in the city allocated 100,000 stones of grain to be delivered to the disaster area! Our capital has enough food!"

"How many? One hundred thousand stones? Will it be allocated today?" The old man's sense of strangeness became even stronger.

"Haha... I don't believe it. One hundred thousand stones of grain must be allocated from the six warehouses in the city? The Beixin Warehouse is prepared for the royal family and the Eight Banners!"

"If it is really a disaster relief, the granary of the railway station outside the 100,000-shi Grain City will be allocated. This must be the court deliberately acting to appease the hearts of the people in the city. I don't believe it..."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and buy food... even if you lose some money, I'll be relieved!"

The grandson and grandfather couldn't argue, so they could only go out with empty food bags. As soon as they left the alley, they heard the newspaper boy selling newspapers running and shouting.

"The Emperor has an order! The Beijing Exchange was sent by bad people, causing a collapse... In order to calm people's hearts, stock market trading will be suspended from today..."

"The military and civilians in the capital are not allowed to spread rumors. The court has begun to allocate food and disaster relief! It is nicknamed..."

The grandson shook his head and didn't know what kind of crazy grandfather was, but he didn't dare to disobey and could only rush to the grain store of his distant relatives.

The more I walked up the street, the more strange the atmosphere was. Teams of soldiers began to be transferred, and their faces were so gloomy that they didn't know what tasks they had.

The first batch of grain trucks have already started to be transported out of Beixincang, but strangely, Beixincang is close to Dongzhimen. How good is it to leave the city from here? The road to the city is still spacious, so why should it be crowded in the city?

As a result, the team of the car went out of normalcy and went directly to Beixinqiao, Dongsi Pailou, and Dongdan Pailou to Chongwenmen and enter Nancheng. It seemed that they had to go to the overpass and then leave the city from Yongdingmen.

This route is almost all the most prosperous southern city in the capital. I can see it clearly. The court deliberately asked the people to see the grain trucks, which is peace of mind!

One grain truck after another was transporting southwards, including tomas, mules, donkeys, old ox... as long as the livestock that could pull the cart was used, the streets were neighing everywhere.

The young man didn't know the importance of it. When he saw an acquaintance in the car, he wanted to come over and say a few greetings. As a result, just after he took two steps, a soldier poked his spear and pressed his nose.

"Get back...what do you want to do? Are you a villain? Are you close to the grain truck? Do you want to steal food? What's the empty bag on your hand for?"

"Oh... Official, Official... I didn't steal food, it's empty. I went to the grain store to buy rice... I just said a few words to post novels..."

The person who drove the bus was a friend who was having sex with the older ones waved at him, "You go and do your business, and I'll chat with you when I'm back to Beijing. I'll leave...!"

This trip to transport grain, Baofeng organized the sack bags that were not covered by wind and rain. Only the outer layer of these grain trucks was real grain, and there were sandbags of equal weight inside.

Moreover, after the grains are out of the capital, they will not go south to the disaster area and will have to be transported to other warehouses tonight.

How dare you get ordinary people to approach this big show!

"Extra...Extra...Emergency issuance...Chinese heads of state support 3,000 tons of rice, have been sent to Tanggu...Extra!"

Lord Baosheng in the capital is coordinating the forces of many parties, trying every means to suppress the news and not leak it. He also wants to deceive all military and civilians. If he can cheat, he will count on one day.

And in the Forbidden City, a big drama has begun!

In the morning, almost all the nobles of the capital, Beile, Beizi and some of the high-ranking nobles of the Duke and Marquis were called in.

There were no Han officials, no scholars from the six scholars in the court, but they were all nobles in the Eight Banners.

Moreover, they did not go to Yangxin Hall or Taihe Hall, but entered the Taimiao on the east side of Duanmen. As soon as they entered the Taimiao, the big figures suddenly became cold.

During the Tongzhi Dynasty, there were thirteen princes, including Prince Qing, Prince Chun and Prince Gong, who were all banned and could not attend the meeting, and the remaining ten people came.

There were more than twenty other Beile and Beizi, and the duke and marquis were more than twenty, and there were not more than sixty people present!

Around these sixty people, there were new imperial troops, and there were also stalkers and horses near the wall. It seemed that a charge could take place at any time.

The front of the team was Prince Dun, who was resting with his eyes closed, and there were Prince Li, Prince Zheng, Prince Yu, etc. Behind this group of people, except Prince Dun and Prince Yu of the Capital Police General Administration, everyone was confused.

"Prince Dun... King Yu... You two say a few words. What's wrong with this today? Why have you all arrived at the Taimiao?"

As a result, no matter who asked, these two people closed their eyes and kept talking and pretended to be statues.
Chapter completed!