The moment Cao Huachun hung on the crooked tree, Zhu Xu's body trembled violently, he suddenly opened his eyes, and sat up straight.

His eyes were filled with fear, his face twitched unconsciously, his head was covered in cold sweat, his whole body was cold, and his hands were shaking.

After a while, he woke up, suppressed the shock in his heart, wiped his sweat, and looked up at the dark door.

The heavy rain still poured down, and the bang bang kept making people feel depressed and even frightened.

Zhu Xu lifted the quilt on his body, let out a light breath, and said to himself with a panic look: "It turns out that there is such fear in my heart..."

"Ah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah"

Before he finished speaking, he sneezed a few times and his whole body was trembling coldly. Only then did he realize that his clothes were wet and cold into his heart and lungs.

"emperor."

Feng Zhu led a few people in quickly, lighting the lights, and walking over.

Zhu Xu glanced at them, rubbed his itchy nose, and said, "Prepare hot water and clean clothes. When is the time now?"

Feng Zhu responded and said, "Yes, it's almost Yin time."

That was almost dawn, Zhu Xu nodded, stood up and moved his numb body.

After soaking in a bit hot water, Zhu Xu slowly relaxed, looked at the beams of the roof and remembered the dream again.

His vision at that time was God. He looked down high and could not feel the mood of "his" in his dream, but he was very clear about the endless helplessness and sadness of Emperor Chongzhen in history hanging Meishan.

Now, he can empathize, and even arouse fear that he has never noticed.

After soaking in the bathtub for a while, tidying up his thoughts, sweeping away the fear. He changed into a clean dress and returned to the imperial study room.

At this time, Cao Huachun and Liu Shimin both came and were already standing inside and waiting.

Zhu Xu smiled and said, "I'm fine, you all take a break, there's something going on tomorrow."

The emperor did not rest, how could they rest? Cao Huachun looked at Zhu Xu's slightly pale face with the light and quietly ordered someone to arrange ginger soup. Then he said to Zhu Xu: "Emperor, news came from outside the palace that Master Sun Ge Lao has found a suitable flood discharge, and the flood will retreat tomorrow. The flood that diverted the route in the south of the river was also led to another river. There was no flood disaster. The emperor can rest assured."

This was good news. Zhu Xu coughed gently and smiled and said, "Well, you guys go, I'll eat something and go to bed for a while."

Cao Huachun heard Zhu Xu coughing a little, thought for a while, and said, "Your Majesty, it's not okay to have no palace maids in the bedroom. Look, is it okay for me to arrange it?"

Zhu Xu was stunned, and then he thought of the old concubine being quietly choosing a concubine, and waved his hand and said, "No need, you all have to rest."

Seeing that the emperor was unintentional, Cao Huachun didn't say much, and bowed slightly to leave. Zhu Xu suddenly turned to look at him and said, "By the way, there are many epidemics after the disaster. Tomorrow you go to the Imperial Hospital and find a few imperial physicians and officials who are familiar with the plague, form an epidemic prevention yamen, and hang it under Wenzhao Pavilion. You should recruit more civil servants and study countermeasures for various plagues. You should prevent and control the epidemics that occur in various places in a timely manner, strictly control them, and prevent large-scale epidemics. You should not take it lightly..."

Cao Huachun responded quickly and said, "Abide by the order."

After Zhu Xu left, he let out a breath. After a while, he felt a little sweat on his head, his body was weak for a while, his throat began to itch, his brows frowned, and he picked up the memoir on the table.

This is the memorial of the Ministry of Works, saying that the new warship is progressing rapidly and can be launched in October, firearms can be installed on the National Day, and training can be carried out. Before the end of the year, it can be handed over to the Southern Navy.

Zhu Xu nodded slightly. The South Sea was also a heart-wrenching problem for him. Without a powerful warship, it was difficult to fight against the increasingly powerful Dutch people. If they lost their sea power, there was no way to talk about sea trade. Without sea trade support, the Ming Dynasty could only be a big offshore power, and the era of great navigation would be completely missed.

"Emperor." Feng Zhu took the ginger soup and quietly walked to Zhu Xu.

Zhu Xu looked up and smiled, saying, "Well, I'm interested, this ginger soup is coming at the right time. You can go and rest as well, just leave two people to listen to it."

Feng Zhu heard this and bowed slightly, stepped back quietly, but did not dare to leave, and stood outside the side door waiting.

Zhu Xu flipped through several more memos, feeling dizzy and unable to get out of his eyes. He forced himself to hold on for a while, looked up at the sky outside, stood up and said to the nearby servant not far away, "I'll go in and sleep for a while, and wake me up in two hours."

The inner supervisor quickly responded and said, "Yes."

Zhu Xu left the side door, entered his bedroom, took off his clothes, and fell asleep.

Although it rained heavily, fortunately, the manpower and material resources were easy to operate at this time. Sun Chengzong temporarily commanded six ministries, mobilized the army, and mobilized more than 100,000 manpower. At the same time, he ordered all the prefectures along the river to dredge the river channel and drain the water with all their efforts.

The flood near the capital was temporarily controlled, and although it did not relieve much, it finally did not continue to expand.

Outside the capital, there are clouds and mists, and Taoist temples.

A group of rich people, with their families and nearly a hundred people gathered here, she sheltered from the rain while searching for news from each other in a daze.

"Shopkeeper Liu, I heard that your more than 2,000 kilograms of tea were soaked in water?" A goatee-bearded middle-aged man looked at a fat man and said.

The fat man couldn't cry and said, "It's not all that. It's easy to do business in the court. I also stocked up three thousand taels of new silk cloth, which was washed away by the flood!"

A tall and thin old man shook his head and sighed, "It's okay for the shopkeeper Liu. I tried my best to get the 'medicine license' from the Liaodong Governor's Office. I just got a batch of precious ginseng, and now I've thrown all into the water."

The middle-aged goatee who spoke at first had his eyes twitched. The old man was afraid that the loss would cost tens of thousands of taels, and he felt sad. Fortunately, he made a "glass reservation", which was similar to a contractor, and there was no backlog, otherwise he would have lost one loss.

Fatty shopkeeper Liu looked at the crowded people around him, and the group who had just been sent by the official army, and said with emotion, "The court is really different. If it were in previous years, I would be allowed to fend for ourselves."

The old man was also deeply touched and said, "The most change belongs to the north, and the prosperity and bustle are almost catching up with the south of the Yangtze River. The most important thing is that not everything is under the jurisdiction of the prefectural and county government offices. It is much more convenient to do things."

The "convenience" he said refers to whether he is counting on the yamen for everything and giving gifts and pleasing. The newly established yamen has strict systems to post outside the door. If he encounters bribes and difficulties, he can not only go to the yamen to tell, but also go to the Sansi yamen to complain, or even go to the Dongchang to report anonymously. The gradual clearness of the administration is a good thing for the world, especially the vendors.

However, this also cut off the benefits of countless people. The invisible privileges were restricted and disappeared, and the dissatisfied group was constantly expanding. This group of people is also the largest group in the Ming Dynasty: the official group.

However, these are not visible to ordinary vendors, and they don’t care even if they see them. What they care about is whether they are beneficial to businessmen.

The middle-aged goatee nodded. Although there was almost no commercial tax in the past, a lot of people could be handed over in disguise. Now, with commercial tax, we can earn more.

Although all three of them suffered losses, they were not discouraged. This was a natural disaster and manpower was irresistible. As long as these few days passed, they still had the capital to start over.

The Taoist temple was crowded with people and could hardly walk around. Fortunately, the yamen runners from Shuntian Prefecture brought food and drink from time to time, and they were not hungry.

Not far from the foot of the mountain, a group of masked people gathered quietly, staring at Yunwu Mountain with cold lights flashing.

The masked man was a tall middle-aged man. A man beside him whispered, "Brother Zhang, I have checked it. There are many rich people living in this mountain, and their family wealth is all here. There are not many officials. If you really want to succeed, you will have at least tens of thousands of taels of silver!"

The middle-aged man listened, turned to look at the young man on the left and said, "Bingzhong, what do you think?"

Zhang Bingzhong spent a lot of time in the Royal Military Academy and learned a lot of military tactics. Hearing this, he said, "Father, I left a few people from the foot of the mountain to the mountain. Whenever there was any movement, I called the sound of wolves. Let's go up the mountain and kill him without leaving the chicken and dog. Then we transport everything down the mountain and hide it. Then we became a disaster victim, left the capital, and waited for this matter to pass and come back to take it back! At this time, the court was in chaos and no one could take it. This money was enough for us to be prosperous and prosperous for the rest of our lives!"

Zhang Bingzhong's father was fine, but everyone else looked at each other. They just wanted to steal the money and didn't want to kill anyone unless they had no choice. Zhang Bingzhong actually wanted to kill everyone!

Zhang Bingzhong's father noticed the uneasiness of his brothers and quickly said in a deep voice, "Don't talk nonsense! We just want to make money, we must not kill anyone!"

Only then did this group of people calm down and all agreed.

Zhang Bingzhong listened and became angry. What they did was beheading. Robbery was beheading, and murder was also beheading. Killing could also erase traces. Why can't they beheading?

However, he also knew that he was a slight person, so he could only accept it with a slight bullet.

Seeing a team of officials who were delivering food from Shuntian Mansion left, Zhang Bingzhong's father roared and said, "Go!"

A group of more than thirty men in black quietly walked up the mountain. The sky was just white and the number was sparse, so they headed straight to the Taoist temple.

There are yamen runners here often come and go. When they see the man in black, they are shocked and pull out the knife. At the same time, they shout, "Who is here, come, there are thieves!"

His loud roar immediately alarmed the entire Taoist temple.

Seeing this, Zhang Bingzhong's eyes suddenly turned red and he rushed forward, stabbed the official to death in a few seconds. At the same time, he shouted, "Kill the official to the official to first!"

When his father saw this, he waved his knife and shouted, "Run!"

At this time, no one would retreat and flock in. There were only a few officials who were killed on the ground soon.

Zhang Bingzhong held up the bloody big sword and said angrily, "We only need money. Whoever dares to move around, don't blame us for being ruthless under the knife!"

The people here are either rich or female families, they are curled up together in fear, and few dare to resist.

When Zhang Bingzhong's father saw it, he immediately waved his hand and said, "Hurry up, do it!"

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