Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty: Sixth Generation of Glory, I don't want it

Despite the fuss, Zhang Xin really didn't have time to wait for someone to come and see her in the palace.

She told Bixi about her plans for the day and asked the governor's wife to find her outside the city, so she went out with her people.

There was a serious shortage of people in the shed area, so she had to go to the wet nurse first and send the women she had arranged over there.

Then go to the shanty town to calm down the situation.

Human hearts are always greedy.

When I had nothing to eat or drink, I would be grateful to tears if someone gave me something to eat or drink.

This will settle down and I will have more ideas.

Each shed is a temporary structure. The edge is the hottest and the middle is the most stuffy. Everyone hopes to be settled in a cool and ventilated place. Because of this, several fights have occurred.

When the porridge is distributed, people often cut in line and there are more people in the front line asking for more, so collisions with people are common.

Zhang Chang followed his father-in-law to the garrison. The people who followed him did not really listen to the orders from the Beijing Provincial Government.

With no other options, she had to patrol each camp every day with a stern face, and deal with any problems she saw on the spot. After suppressing the situation for a while, she felt much better.

After most people recovered and left, those left behind were the elderly, women and children, but Zhang Xin also got to see some of the Shandong women, who were very aggressive.

She still has to go there every now and then.

There are not enough people on hand, not enough.

All the children from her orphanage came. Some were not too old, and some were too small. They could only run around to help her consolidate the status of Prince Yan's Mansion in the hearts of the victims.

If you really want to be able to stand on your own, it will take at least three to five years.

If only I had come back earlier.

Zhang Xin was walking while thinking about something, and the expression on her face was very serious.

Even though there was a curtain between them, everyone could still feel Zhang Xin's nameless majesty.

In addition, the group of people behind her also did not have much expression, and wherever they passed, there was basically silence.

After a round of inspection, the shed area, which had been a little restless as the sun rose, calmed down and everything continued in an orderly manner.

The group of people who returned to the starting point did not get on the carriage.

Wanxiu and his men arranged a place for Zhang Xin to stay under a big tree according to the old rules.

When the wife of Zhang Bing, the governor of Peking, came over, she almost didn't recognize Zhang Xin, but she recognized her at once.

Under the shade of the big tree, the woman in plain clothes, even if she was just sitting casually, had an upright posture, like an independent big tree, exuding a calm and firm feeling.

When she turned around to take the tea offered by the maid beside her, her arms and wrists moved lightly, flexibly and gracefully. When she lifted Mu Li to drink the water, a strand of her disobedient hair fluttered gently in the breeze, without a trace of affectation.

The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves onto her, creating patches of mottled light and shadow.

At first glance, she seems out of tune with the people around her, but she can blend in.

Mrs. Zhang almost wanted to clap her hands in approval.

This kind of Crown Prince's Consort is even better than the one with dignified makeup in Prince Yan's Mansion.

What she saw in Zhang Xin was not only the wealth of the royal family, but also the calmness of an open-minded woman.

It's presumptuous to say that we are both commoners, and none of the queens in the palace act like this.

Before they came to Peking, the emperor and the empress summoned them. Their behavior seemed very friendly, but it was more like a lack of confidence in their attempt to win them over.

When they arrived in Peking, Prince Yan and Princess Yan also summoned them.

Even her youngest son said that Prince Yan was mighty.

It is said that the Princess of Yan was also vigorous and heroic in her early years, but when she met the Princess of Yan, it seemed that the Princess of Yan had restrained her edge. She only spoke about her grandson and never mentioned the capital.

"I've met the Crown Princess."

Mrs. Zhang bowed respectfully.

"No need to be polite, Madam Zhang, please stand next to me. It's so hot in the sun, you'll melt in the sun."

Zhang Xin smiled slightly, accepted the gift and gestured for the other party to come closer to her.

"The Crown Princess is considerate. I thank you for your kindness."

Mrs. Zhang bowed again before moving forward, half-turning and bowing towards Zhang Xin.

"What's the hurry, Madam Zhang?"

"Nothing, it's just that I'm embarrassed to talk about it. My wife and I just came to Peking. We are unfamiliar with the place. My husband has just started to handle government affairs, but things are not going smoothly. So, I want to learn from the princess. The princess is busy, so it's good to meet the Crown Prince's wife."

"Ah, how dare you? The palace doesn't care about government affairs."

Zhang Xin opened her mouth and spoke.

You come to grab the faults of our Prince Yan's Mansion, and you want us to help you comb your hair. What are you dreaming of?

"This, the Crown Princess is joking. Look, aren't these disaster victims a political matter?"

Mrs. Zhang was upset. She felt that this man was so dignified just now, but he acted like a rogue in the next moment?

"Madam, be careful with your words. It is the ancestral rule that princes should not be involved in politics. I am doing this because my brother went to buy food and brought so many people to Peking who needed food and drink. My mother thought I should make up for it by taking care of these poor people. Look, I looked around and did nothing. I left after a while."

Zhang Xin kept pushing it. Everything she said was true. I really didn't do anything today. She really left soon.

She hasn't played Zhu Zhanji for several days.

It won’t be fun if all the meat falls off after a while.

"this..."

Mrs. Zhang suddenly didn't know what to say.

"I am not a government official, nor am I an official. Madam Zhang, please be more straightforward when you speak."

Zhang Xin didn't like this kind of roundabout way of speaking, so she just said it directly.

"this..."

Mrs. Zhang choked again.

"Nothing to say? Please do as you please, Madam Zhang. I'm leaving now."

Zhang Xin just got up and walked away.

"Princess, wait a minute. We are running out of food."

Mrs. Zhang became anxious and blurted out the truth immediately.

Zhang Xin frowned.

She hated this kind of mindless request for help that went around in circles and had no upper limit or lower limit.

I also don't like men pushing women out to beg for help just to save their own face.

That’s right, this person is going to lose her husband next year.

Her husband Zhang Bing was originally the Minister of Works in the capital. He and Xie Gui, the commander of the Jinyiwei in the capital, were sent by Zhu Yunwen to look after her father-in-law.

Now one of them is the Governor of Peking, in charge of Peking’s political affairs.

One was the commander-in-chief of Peking, in charge of Peking’s military affairs.

He took office just one month ago.

On that night next year, they will also contribute two heads to support the uprising in Prince Yan's Palace.

There was nothing Zhang Xin could do about this matter. Everyone served their own master and died for their own good.

Now that the man of the family is dead, Mrs. Zhang's seemingly glorious life will soon be back to square one.

Never mind, this is just as pitiful.

Zhang Xin stopped and turned back to shout:

"Roll up your sleeves. Talk to Madam Zhang."

"Yes, Princess, Madam Zhang, may I ask where the food is insufficient? In the city, in the garrison, or in the city defense army, how much food do we have now, and how long can it last? How much is the shortage, and how long do we plan to use it? If the number of victims continues to move north, have we prepared any? Do we want to borrow or buy the food? If we want to buy, what is the price? The price of food has increased a lot now. Merchants will definitely not sell at a low price, so we need to prepare enough money. If we borrow, when will we pay it back? How much? We can't pay the same amount, right?

Here is the proposal prepared by the Crown Princess. If you add these amounts, our Crown Princess can solve the problem you mentioned.

The food that our Prince Yan’s Mansion provided the previous year was accepted by our Prince Consort because it was requested by her brother. But it won’t work later.”

After rolling up his sleeves and saying this, he immediately took a piece of paper from the old woman behind him and handed it to her in a serious manner.