After sunrise, Zhu Cixuan left Zhou Jing's house with five or six followers.

Zhou Jing is naturally among them.

It seems that it is just an ordinary trip for the rich young man, but there are quite a few people who are alarmed along the way.

The public security of the capital is the responsibility of the five cities, the Jinyiwei and the Censor of the City. Although each has its own distinctions, as long as there is something wrong, it will be punished together.

What is most vivid is that the fifth year of Chenghua, because the roads in the capital were not renovated, and it was originally just a job of the Jinyiwei, but it caused the military officers and the inspectors of the Five Cities to suffer together. This almost absurd punishment method also made these three yamen not dare to blame each other, and they always go hand in hand whenever there is something wrong.

At this time, the news that the prince had left the palace had spread at the level of well-known high-ranking officials, and even got the approval of the palace. Not only the Military and Ma Si, the Jinyiwei and the Censor of the City sent people to secretly clear the way and protect it, but even the Shuntian Mansion could not sit still, and sent out yamen runners to distant, for fear of something happening.

A lot of popularity suddenly emerged on the deserted streets.

But these people all looked nervous and were impatient in fear.

If Zhu Cilang couldn't even recognize this, then he would have lived to be a dog in his previous life.

But there is no need to care about these details.

The prosperous scene of the past remains on the street, but now it is rampant because of the plague, it is indeed extremely depressed and cold. Even the gangsters of the past hide at home because of the plague and dare not go out easily. Therefore, the military personnel, Huojia, Jinyiwei, and the Censor of the City, who were forced to attend... can be imagined how much resentment they should have in their hearts.

Zhu Cilang walked and stopped and looked carefully at the houses in the wing room. Many people hung signs at the doors of their homes, with their hometowns, populations, and names written on them. This was a measure for the court to strictly review the Lijia law and control the migrant population. There were no files in the inner palace, which should be a custom that only existed after the rise of refugees in Jingtai years.

However, due to the plague, many people do not have signs hanging on their doors. That is because as long as there are dead people in their families, their families will often die.

"How many people die in the capital every day now?" Zhu Cixuan asked Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing was about to answer him, but suddenly Tian Cunshan pulled him.

"Young Master." Although everyone knows Zhu Cilang's identity, the title has to be based on the private visit. Tian Cunshan licked to answer: "You have to ask the Five City Military Commanders for this matter."

Zhu Cilang nodded.

Although Zhou Jing has been with Zhu Cixuan for a long time or two, the Crown Prince has never used him, so he doesn't know the Crown Prince's nature. Tian Cunshan knows what the consequences of lying to speak in front of the Crown Prince. If he hadn't taken Zhou Jing's filial piety, he would have watched him die just now.

A short and capable man in a cotton coat was suddenly caught from passers-by.

His true identity is the official magistrate of the Wucheng Military and Ma Si.

The Five City Military and Ma Si belonged to the Ministry of War and was divided into five departments, east, west, south, north and middle. The initial organization was eighty archers in each department, with an uncertain quota of fire armor. During the Jiajing period, the Five Divisions expanded to 5,000. Considering that the population of the capital exceeded one million, the regular patrols and firefighters were on the market, and the urban management was only 5,000, which was not a large proportion.

However, when the crackdown was severe, the night patrols were arranged along the way, only four or five steps apart from each other, which was a bit too much.

But now that the civil affairs are in ruins, the military caps of the Five Cities have long been in the air. Suddenly, some urgent matters have been made, and even officials have to go to the streets to work, just like now.

"Young Master, since we were together at the beginning of this month, the corpses burned every day have been between two or three hundred." The official trembled with nervousness.

Zhu Cilang frowned.

"Is there no exact number?" Tian Cunshan knew what the prince meant and scolded loudly.

"Young Master, this exact number really doesn't come out." The official sweated and calmed down: "There are officials who burned them in the field, some of them who burned them by themselves, and some of them who were about to die by themselves, and those who were about to die came over to die, watching the fire jump in. Just say that on the fourth day of the lunar month, the dead were stacked together, and even carbon was not enough."

The official's voice sank: "I was there on the day of my life, but I just watched the bodies throwing them into the fire. There were better ones with straw mats, and even less clothes. How could I remember the number of them?"

Zhu Cixuan stopped and looked at the official: "There is no clothes?"

The official said intimately: By the way, this is the prince who grew up in the palace. How could the nobles in the heavens know the sufferings of the people? He hurriedly said: "It was stripped of someone."

"Take it to wear it yourself?" Zhu Cixuan couldn't help but speak faster.

——Why should I peel it if I don’t wear it?

Everyone couldn't help but feel that Zhu Cilang's words were quite "why not eat meat minced".

"This is not possible!" Zhu Cixuan did not wait for their reaction and made a decisive move: "The plague was first transmitted by fleas, and now it must be transmitted by bacteria. All the clothes worn by patients must be burned! No matter how bad it is, boiling water must boil for more than a quarter of an hour." One hour is two hours, divided into four hours, boiling water for the first half of an hour will definitely kill the plague bacillus.

Zhu Cilang remembers that the time given in the textbooks in previous life was 100 degrees Celsius boiling water for more than ten minutes to kill the plague Yersinia. Of course, in this time and space, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has named this bacteria Bacillus plague. And we have to mention that naming newly discovered things after a person is a bad habit that His Royal Highness is very disgusted with.

"Your Highness," the official was dizzy when he was hit and misled, "Those refugees are really difficult to supervise, so they must be allowed to wear clothes."

Zhu Cilang took two steps ahead, his brows still frowned.

"There are all refugees in the corridor outside Dong'anmen Square, and you can't even control it." The official sighed.

"You seem to be very familiar with Beijing City." Zhu Cixuan then looked at the official carefully and asked, "What's your name?"

"I am appointed as the clerk of the Dongcheng Military Office, with the surname Song and name Hongye, Hongyuan, Hongyuan's family's business..."

"Random!" Tian Cunshan stopped Song Hongye's chatter, his face turned blue, and he scolded: "Whatever the prince asks and answers, do you understand the rules?"

Zhu Cixuan turned around and looked at Tian Cunshan coldly: "What are you doing when you scream?"

Tian Cunshan hunched his head and quickly stepped back.

This kind of scolding must be taken, otherwise, if Song Hongye is allowed to anger the prince, no one can bear it. At this moment, the prince rebuked him, which is also a kindness that can make the people below become more loyal. Moreover, taking the blame was originally a full-time eunuch.

Song Hongye's legs were trembling and said repeatedly: "I'm guilty of being a humble job!"

"It's okay," Zhu Cixuan comforted him and asked immediately, "How long have you been in office?"

"I have been in the Ministry of Education for twenty years." Song Hongye didn't dare to say a word this time.

Zhu Cilang nodded and ordered: "Tian Cunshan, to fight the plague, recruit Song Hongye, the clerk of the military officer of the five cities."

Song Hongye was stunned and had only one thought in his mind: Is this a sudden disaster?

The Ming Dynasty adhered to the Tang and Song dynasties, with officials in charge of administration and officials in charge of affairs. Officials were appointed and removed by the state, but there were many channels for officials. As the officials of the Ministry of Personnel were busy with party struggles, making money, and their sons inherited their father's business, they became officials from generation to generation. It was precisely because of this that Song Hongye got a position. He was rich in daily life and had a leisurely job, unless he encountered major events... like the prince was so busy that he went on a private visit.

Such a good job, because of the prince’s words!

He didn't believe that the corrupt officials of the Bingmasi would leave him a place, and maybe they would sell it to someone else. The prince just said that he had appointed himself as an official from the Eastern Palace, but he didn't even say a single official position.

——This is the prince! The future emperor! I will never destroy the bridge when I cross the river, right?

Song Hongye thought to himself.

——But... Maybe I won't remember my name tomorrow.
Chapter completed!