Chapter 14 third quarter
The small Buddha statue amulet hanging around the neck, the carving has become smooth and blurred because of too much touching.The wood has turned dark brown due to the long-term absorption of body sweat.
Standing in the middle of the street in Wuchangfang slum, Di Bin casually caressed the Buddha statue on his chest and looked around with pitiful eyes.
The place reminded him of his days in the Broken Stone.But they still had a decent house to live in back then.The non-local farmers who live here can only build huts with broken boards as thin as paper, and they have to be crowded like honeycombs on the only land.The weather in the capital is much colder than in Piaocheng, and he couldn't imagine how they would spend the winter.
Some farmers have no more vacant land to use, so they simply build their houses on other people's roofs.The most dense one is in the east area. The wooden houses are built crookedly on three floors, surrounded by cobweb-like ropes and wooden ladders; If it is bigger, it will collapse in one breath; the wood swells and softens due to rain and fog, and all the houses are combined like a huge breathing creature, and those people live in its belly full of stench...
Those who still stayed in the house and did not go to the square that day were all people who could not walk due to illness or disability.Occasionally, a few farmers discovered Di Bin, an outsider, and they all peeped at him with terrified and desperate eyes.
Of course, these peasants from outside to avenge their grievances have not yet occupied the entire Wuchangfang and the adjacent Hehefang.The original residents, however, were not much better off.Di Bin is very clear about this: slums are the inevitable cancer of every city.No matter how prosperous the city is.Whether it's the floating city or the capital.
Tian Ahuo, who was as short as an iron ball, folded his arms and followed Di Liuye closely.
"Sixth Lord... I never thought there would be such a place in Kyoto." Tian Ahuo scratched his head and face. "I thought that the houses at the emperor's feet were all fucking made of glazed tiles... What kind of world is this..."
Di Bin didn't answer, but just stared at an old man who was looking for leftovers in the trash.
——It’s like living worse than a dog...
——and I want to take away what they have...
Then he heard: on the main road across the street to the west, there was a rush of bells, approaching quickly and then far away-a fast horse with bells on it galloped past.
That's the signal.
Are Fifth Brother and Zao Qi finished? ...
Tian Ahuo looked at Di Bin, waiting for his instructions.
Di Bin looked up to the sky and closed his eyes, his fists were clenched on the sides of his thighs, causing blood vessels to bulge.
"They don't have the courage to take their fate into their own hands." Yu Runsheng's voice sounded in his heart again. "That's the difference between us and them..."
He reached out to his chest and held the Buddha statue in his palm.
——There is no room for hesitation.
"ignition."
At noon, a total of 17 places in Wuchangfang and Hehefang of the Eastern Capital were simultaneously burning raging fire.
According to official historical records, the "Eastern Capital Fire" that occurred in the spring of this year burned for two full days and two nights before it was completely extinguished. The fire started half a quarter ago, when bloody brawls broke out among refugees from other provinces who gathered in the square in front of the Yamen of the Eastern Capital. The Imperial Army dispatched 300 soldiers to suppress the violence.From the start of the riot to the extinguishment of the fire, the military executed a total of 84 people on the spot, and arrested more than 210 mobs. After trial, they all executed within three months. There is no statistics on the number of victims who were injured, sick, or displaced after the fire.Later, according to the historical records in the market, there was a drug dealer surnamed Yu who donated funds for disaster relief and distributed medicines, clothes, rice grains, etc. for a hundred days, which has become a good story.
Thousand Years Valley Harvest Loyalty runs through the universe Good Luck Yongchanglong The sun and the moon learn from this alliance The seemingly unreasonable poem is written in cinnabar in the center of the yellow paper, and curved charms like patterns are painted around it.At the bottom of the paper are two lines of small characters, writing a person's name and date of birth. Blood dripped from the neck of a rooster that had just been severed, and was mixed into a bowl of clear rice wine.One hand reached into the bowl, dipped in the blood wine, and flicked a few drops on the yellow paper. The yellow paper was sent to a white candle as thick as a baby's arm and ignited, and then it was immediately thrown into a large copper basin and turned into ashes in an instant. A thick book with a very dilapidated appearance, threaded with strings, and a cowhide cover was opened, and a page in the center that was not filled was uncovered, and a cloud of dust was raised under the candlelight.Dip the ink with the pen in the other palm, and add the name written on the yellow paper just now in the blank space: "Yu Runsheng".
According to official historical records, the "Eastern Capital Fire" that occurred in the spring of this year burned for two full days and two nights before it was completely extinguished. The fire started half a quarter ago, when bloody brawls broke out among refugees from other provinces who gathered in the square in front of the Yamen of the Eastern Capital. The Imperial Army dispatched 300 soldiers to suppress the violence.From the start of the riot to the extinguishment of the fire, the military executed a total of 84 people on the spot, and arrested more than 210 mobs. After trial, they all executed within three months. There is no statistics on the number of victims who were injured, sick, or displaced after the fire.Later, according to the historical records in the market, there was a drug dealer surnamed Yu who donated funds for disaster relief and distributed medicines, clothes, rice grains, etc. for a hundred days, which has become a good story.
Thousand Years Valley Harvest Loyalty runs through the universe Good Luck Yongchanglong The sun and the moon learn from this alliance The seemingly unreasonable poem is written in cinnabar in the center of the yellow paper, and curved charms like patterns are painted around it.At the bottom of the paper are two lines of small characters, writing a person's name and date of birth. Blood dripped from the neck of a rooster that had just been severed, and was mixed into a bowl of clear rice wine.One hand reached into the bowl, dipped in the blood wine, and flicked a few drops on the yellow paper. The yellow paper was sent to a white candle as thick as a baby's arm and ignited, and then it was immediately thrown into a large copper basin and turned into ashes in an instant. A thick book with a very dilapidated appearance, threaded with strings, and a cowhide cover was opened, and a page in the center that was not filled was uncovered, and a cloud of dust was raised under the candlelight.Dip the ink with the pen in the other palm, and add the name written on the yellow paper just now in the blank space: "Yu Runsheng".