Chapter 307

The first snow of this year has fallen for more than half a month. The weather is getting colder day by day. Many houses have been crushed by the snow, and the casualties of the people are unknown. Several aristocratic families in Beijing have opened granaries and set up porridge sheds everywhere. More rich families continue to live and dream of death.

Jiang Pengji now lives in Fengfu. She heard that there is a porridge shed. She also went out with Fengjin to provide porridge for the people.

The snow continued outside, and several rows of people had lined up in front of the porridge shed.

Almost everyone has a haggard face and thin clothes. Some people wear thick clothes, but they are covered with large and small patches.

"I don't know how many people were killed by the heavy snow... How many people were frozen to death..."

In the porridge shed, the boy looking at the endless queue whispered to the boy next to him, with pity and sympathy in his words.

Although two big pots have been set up, cooking porridge is still not enough for the people to eat.

The companion was too busy to touch the ground, "... Less nonsense. It's important to work... Can the lives of noble people be the same as those of Dalits?"

People stood in line to receive porridge. Jiang Pengji helped to hold porridge or carry firewood for fire. Feng Jin, a weak scholar, was also tired and sweating on her forehead.

There was no noise or queue jumping around. The active audience in the live broadcast room was silent for a long time, and the atmosphere was extremely depressed. Some viewers even couldn't help but sour their nose when they looked at it. They didn't have the courage to continue watching, and no one sent those unscrupulous bullet screens.

[rabbit dance]:... Although we always complain that winter is cold and shivering, that there is no natural heating in the south, and that winter is very cold... But our life is very happy now, really

[rabbit dance]: there is no natural heating in this area, but we can go to taoniang to buy a heater and turn on the air conditioner for heating. If we are not afraid of wasting electricity, we can stay in the house in winter and wear summer clothes... These were almost impossible in ancient times. Rich people can wear more clothes and burn high-quality charcoal fire for heating. What about the people?

Yes, what about the people?

Too many people can't afford to buy warm clothes, live in windproof houses, and burn charcoal fires for heating. This is the capital at the foot of the emperor! This is still the case here. What will happen to the areas around Shangjing?

How many houses collapsed, how many people were crushed to death, and how many innocent creatures were frozen to death after a heavy snow?

Without external conditions, we can only rely on physical resistance. If we can't carry it, we will be frozen to death... This is freezing to death!

"System, can you exchange popularity points for food? Cold resistant clothes can also..."

Jiang Pengji asked the system secretly.

"No, the anchor level is too low unless you choose to upgrade."

The cold mechanical sound of the system fell into Jiang Pengji's ears, which raised an unprecedented killing intention in her heart.

Jiang Pengji secretly calculated the total number of points on the background account and asked, "what's the proportion of upgrading in exchange for food?"

The system replied, "ten thousand points can be exchanged for one hundred kilograms of grain."

Ten thousand points can be exchanged for one hundred kilograms of grain?

Jiang Pengji now has more than 1.3 million points. On the surface, she seems to be able to exchange a lot of food.

However, Jiang Pengji is not such a fool.

The system evaded the previous question and didn't answer it. I think even if it is upgraded to level 3 live broadcasting, it still has no exchange permission.

Not to mention this, it takes a million popularity points to upgrade a secondary anchor to a tertiary anchor.

If all of them are changed, the remaining popularity points will not change much food according to the proportion given by the system.

This is a pit.

"Forget it, you can't rely on it." Jiang Pengji answered coldly and turned to think of other ways.

The system held its breath, but did not dare to choke with Jiang Pengji.

Unless Jiang Pengji chooses to spend popularity points to upgrade her level, the current system can't take this host.

Fengfu is an aristocratic family with only a few households in Beijing choosing to set up a porridge shed. It cooks porridge in a pot all day, and the supply is still in short supply.

A bowl of porridge is not viscous or even thin, but at least you can have enough water to warm your cold body.

Jiang Pengji helped in the porridge shed for several days, but she still didn't hear the instructions of disaster relief, let alone the rice grain and warm clothes for disaster relief.

Liu she came back, looking tired day by day.

With a gloomy face, he said, "my father has written to me many times, and the officials have always evaded me several times on the grounds of the second prince's wedding. Today, I finally let go, but I gave this job to a zhong chang waiter surnamed Shi... The greedy man, the wild goose plucks the hair... I don't know how many people will detain 20000 liang of silver, and how many will eventually go to the people..."

Although the world is not really chaotic, how much better is it than the chaotic world?

Jiang Pengji has been helping in the porridge shed these days, or distributing some warm clothes to the people. She knows the snow disaster best.

She sneered, "twenty thousand liang of silver is not enough, let alone after being exploited and embezzled by layers... What role can it play?"

Liu she sighed, "my father has secretly purchased a batch of grain and sent it north to Beijing, hoping to alleviate the urgent need a little."

In today's world, what he does is a drop in the bucket. It's better to fundamentally solve the hidden dangers.

Three days later, the snow finally stopped.

Jiang Pengji looked at the invitation and smiled very coldly. "The second prince is married. I am not related to him. What did I do in the past?"

Such a big city is covered with snow and the world is boundless.

The princess of the imperial court of Northern Xinjiang, wearing a red wedding dress, sat in a sedan chair carried by 16 people with the exception of the emperor Dongqing.

The sedan chair is decorated with gold, silver and jade, hung with red silk and satin, shining in the sunlight, very luxurious.

The wedding procession was dressed in festive new clothes, blowing and beating from the upper capital gate, and walked around the city. The people on both sides of the street cheered and blessed. There were a hundred tables of running water banquet next to the prince's house, and courtiers and ladies came and went in and out.

In sharp contrast, there are stiff bodies pulled out of the ruins in the remote corners of the capital.

One after another, frozen corpses were piled up with carts after carts.

Jiang Pengji was dressed in plain clothes, her long hair was tied with a wooden hairpin, and her expression was as cold as ice and snow.

The world... Really needs to change!

Jiang Pengji told the boy who cleaned up the corpse, "bury the people well. Now the weather is cold, and the corpse is not easy to decay, but we can't neglect it. If the corpses are piled up and not treated, it's easy to form epidemics after the spring."

"Don't worry, young man. The slave must do it properly."

At the same time, another place in Beijing.

Lv Zheng carried a plate and chewed a slightly cold white cake. He sighed, "after nearly a month of evaluation, the imperial court still hasn't issued an appointment letter. I think there's no hope this year..."

"Master has decided to leave for Langya in two days... Shangjing. I really don't want to come back again."

Han Yu was very upset when he heard the sound of blowing outside.

How many people died of freezing and starvation. The officials also held such a grand wedding for the second prince, which is one level higher than the prince.

How can such Dongqing not be finished!