Eunuchs were often punished and answered seventeen questions before and after, but the minister Chen Jian refused.
That is to say, by the time I was seven years old, beating eunuchs had become a common practice. My ruthless and condescending personality had been formed, and I couldn't persuade them.
Whenever I lose my temper and feel unhappy, the eunuch will suffer: if I suddenly feel happy and want to have fun, the eunuch may also suffer. In my childhood, I had many strange hobbies. Besides playing with camels, feeding ants, raising earthworms and watching dogs and cows fight, I have more fun playing practical jokes. Long before I knew how to hit people with a respectful room, many eunuchs suffered from my mischief. Once, when I was about eight or nine years old, I suddenly had a whimsy about obedient eunuchs and wanted to see if they really obeyed the "Holy Son of Heaven". I picked a eunuch, pointed to a dirty thing on the ground and said to him, "Give it to me!" " "He is really eating on his stomach.
Once I played with a fire pump and sprayed water for fun. Playing, an old eunuch came up to me, and I had the idea of playing tricks again, spraying the faucet at him. The old eunuch squatted there, afraid to escape, but was killed by cold water. Later, after the rescue, he was saved.
When people try their best to please and obey, I have developed a bad habit of taking pleasure in insulting others. Masters gave me advice and told me the way of benevolence and forgiveness, but it was they who recognized my authority and gave me this authoritative education. No matter how many stories they used to educate me, I am still an emperor who is different from ordinary people. So their persuasion is not very effective.
The only thing that can stop me from playing pranks in the palace is my wet nurse Wang Jiao. She is the woman I cried in front of the Western Empress Dowager. She doesn't know a word, and she can't tell the story of "Renshu" and the British monarch in history, but when she advised me, I thought her words were bad and disobedient.
Once, a eunuch who knew puppet shows gave me a puppet show. I was so happy that I decided to give him an omelet to eat. At this time, my interest in practical jokes came again and I decided to play a trick on him. I tore open the iron sand bag for practicing, took out some iron sand and hid it in the cake. My wet nurse saw it and asked me, "Old man, how can people with sand on their heads eat?" "I want to see him bite the cake." "Isn't that a broken tooth? You can't eat when your teeth are broken. People can't do without eating! " I think this is true, but I can't be happy. I said, "I want to see his broken tooth, just look at this bite!" " "The wet nurse said," then put mung beans. Biting mung beans is very funny. " So the eunuch who played with the puppet escaped a disaster.
Another time, I played with an air gun, hit the eunuch's window with a lead bullet, and looked at the small holes punched in the window paper. It was fun. I don't know who it is, but I went to get help-here comes the wet nurse.
"Master, someone in the room! Breaking the house will hurt people! "
I just remembered that there is someone in the room, and people will get hurt.
Only the wet nurse told me that others are like me. Not only I have teeth, but others also have teeth. Not only my teeth can't bite iron sand, but also others can't bite it. Not only do I want to eat, but others have to starve if they don't eat. Other people will feel the same pain when their flesh is hit by a lead bullet. It's not that I don't know this common sense, but it's not easy for me to remember it in that environment, because I can't remember others at all, let alone compare myself with others. Others are just "slaves" and "ordinary people" in my heart. I grew up in the palace, only when the wet nurse was around, because of her simple words, I thought others were human like me.
I grew up in the arms of a wet nurse. I was breast-fed by her until I was nine years old. For nine years, I can't live without her, just like a child can't live without his mother. When I was nine, Toffee kicked her out behind my back. At that time, I'd rather not have Siniang in the palace and my "wife and concubine", but no matter how I cried, Toffee didn't get her back for me. Now it seems that after the wet nurse left, there is no one around me who understands "human nature". If I can learn some "humanity" from the nursing mother's upbringing before the age of nine, then this "humanity" will gradually lose after the age of nine.
After I got married, I sent someone to find her and sometimes took her to stay for a few days. In the late period of Manchukuo, I took her to Changchun and supported her until I left the Northeast. She never takes advantage of her special position to ask for anything. She is very gentle, never quarreled with anyone, and always has a smile on her straight face. She doesn't talk much, or rather, she is often silent. She always smiles silently if no one else talks to her actively. When I was a child, I often thought this kind of smile was very strange. Her eyes seem to be staring at far, far away. I often wonder if she saw anything interesting in the sky outside the window or in the calligraphy and painting on the wall. She said nothing about her life and background. It was not until I was pardoned to visit her stepson that I knew what kind of suffering and humiliation the man who fed me milk as the "Emperor of the Qing Dynasty" experienced.
In the 13th year of Guangxu (1887), she was born in a poor peasant family named Jiao in Renqiu County, Hejian Prefecture, Zhili. At that time, she had a father, a mother and a brother who was six years older than her. There were four people in all. My 50-year-old father planted several acres of lowlands, all of which were rented. With the guarantee of drought and flood, plus land rent and taxes, a good year was not enough to eat. When she was three years old (that is, in the sixteenth year of Guangxu), a big flood occurred in the north of Zhili. Her family had to go out to hide. On the way to escape, her father tried to throw her away several times and was put back into the broken basket several times. At the other end of this burden are tattered coats and quilts, which are the only property of the whole family, not even a grain of food. When she later mentioned this almost abandoned bad luck to her stepson, she didn't complain about her father, but repeatedly said that his father was too hungry to carry, because he couldn't get anything to eat along the way, and everyone he could meet was similar to them. This family of four, father, mother, a nine-year-old son and a three-year-old daughter, finally came to Beijing. When they go to Beijing, they want to go to the home of a eunuch in Beijing. Unexpectedly, the family refused to see them, so they wandered the streets and became beggars. Thousands of victims in Beijing are sleeping on the streets, hungry and cold. At the same time, the imperial court is building a large-scale project to build the Summer Palace for the Western Empress Dowager. We can find such a record in Lu Hua in the east of Guangxu Dynasty: My grandfather died this year, the Queen Mother of the West sent ministers to treat the funeral with wine, and my father inherited the title. The funeral in the Spring Palace costs money like water. What my father thinks is that the victims who have exchanged their blood and sweat for money are dying and selling their children. The Jiao family wanted to sell their daughter, but no one bought it. At this time, the Shuntian magistrate who was afraid of trouble set up a porridge factory, and they had a temporary shelter. The nine-year-old boy was apprenticed by a barber and finally survived the winter. Spring has come, the wandering farmers miss the land, the porridge factory is closed, and they all go back. Jiao's family returned to their hometown and lived a few years of hunger and tepid life. In the year of Gengzi, the disaster in Eight-Nation Alliance fell to Hejian and Baoding. My daughter, now a thirteen-year-old girl, fled to Beijing again and became the barber's brother. My brother can't feed her. When she was sixteen, she married a servant named Wang as her daughter-in-law. The husband has lung disease, but his life is absurd. She was a beaten slave for three years. She just gave birth to a daughter and her husband died. Her mother, daughter and in-laws, a family of four, are once again desperate. I was just born at this time, and Chunwangfu found me a wet nurse. Among the 20 candidates, she was elected because of her good looks and strong milk. In order to support her in-laws and daughters with her salary, she accepted the most humiliating conditions: no going home, no visiting children, eating a bowl of salt-free elbow every day, and so on. February February, silver turned a person into a cow.
In the third year of breastfeeding, her daughter died of malnutrition. In order to avoid causing her sadness and affecting the quality of milk, Chunwangfu blocked the news.
In the ninth year, a maid quarreled with the eunuch, and Taifei decided to drive them away, as well as my wet nurse. This meekly endured everything, and after nine years of silence with smiles and stares, she found her daughter dead!