I am Peter III, Emperor of the Hexagon of the Goose Kingdom

Chapter 158 Friedrich Street, Peter's Concerns About Sickness
Amid Ferdinandov's unease, a group of people came to Friedel Street.

It took a long way to come here, perhaps in order not to let the depraved and sinful atmosphere here infect other blocks, they even had to go through a rather narrow passage to get there.

As soon as I arrived here, a stench came into my nose. It seemed to be mixed with the smell of dead rats, various household garbage, sewage, human drowning and even corpses. When I smelled it for the first time, I could almost faint.

Peter frowned, took out a handkerchief that could be tied at the back of his head from his arms, and covered half of his face.

This was a strange mouth-nose offering presented by Ivanovich when he heard that he was coming here.

Seeing that Ferdinandov was a little dumbfounded, Peter took out an extra one from his pocket and handed him one, which Ferdinandov gratefully accepted.

And Mirkowski and other guards also took out the same items from their arms and covered their mouths and noses.

Then, with a guard exploring the way, Peter followed as far as possible.

Peter felt more and more heavy as he walked. Instead of pitying the lives of the people here, he was worried about the disease.

A narrow passage may limit the amount of time people on Friedel Street can go out, but it cannot completely eliminate disease.

What did he see?
A building has been almost destroyed, but there are still people living in it. In a barber shop, a barber who hanged himself hanged himself. After walking a few steps, he saw a woman who was thrown in a coffin and no one cared about her. Knowing whether to live or die.

Needless to say, all kinds of mice running around.

"A good measuring stick and plane, do you want it, for seven kopecks!"

A thin man in ragged clothes stopped them and asked pitifully with a pleading expression.

Peter and his group have attracted attention since they entered this place, because they were so cleanly dressed.

Not far away, there were still some beggars looking at this place with green eyes. If they hadn't seen Mirkowski and his party armed with swords and guns, they would have almost rushed to them.

Peter looked at the things in the thin man's hands. They were indeed measuring rulers and planes, but there were a lot of dark colors on them, and he didn't know what left them there.

Peter asked:

"Are you a carpenter?"

The thin man nodded quickly:

"Yes, this is a very useful thing, please buy it for seven kopecks!"

Peter asked again:

"This should be the guy you eat, what are you going to do if you sell it?"

Before the skinny man could answer, the beggars who knew him booed from the side:

"What else can he do after selling it? Of course he is going to buy wine. After drinking it, he will be just like us!"

The thin man couldn't help becoming angry, but he didn't dare to get angry, he just looked at Peter pleadingly.

He saw that Peter was the leader of the party.

"No."

Peter refused.

"Six kopecks, only six kopecks...five!"

All the way down the price, the thin man was pushed away, and his pleading voice fell behind.

The guards surrounded Peter in a circle, and none of the beggars dared to step forward.

Peter looked at Friedel Avenue. The overall layout was good, with streets, stairs, and residential areas.

But it can't stop the depravity here.

The carpenter who just sold his food guy in exchange for some wine money didn't even think about how he would survive after selling it.

Peter also saw the man fighting the dog for food, the skinny drunk man...

What made Peter feel relieved was that even in this kind of place, there were people who carried out the Holy Mother's decree, but they stood at a distance and shouted their horns.

On the stairs not far ahead, Peter saw a woman in her thirties.

The woman's hair was messy, and her nose seemed to be red from drinking. She was lying on the steps, with her breasts exposed, and fell into a deep sleep.

More importantly, she was still holding a child in one arm, but because she fell asleep, the child was slipping from her arms, head down.

If it fell down the steps like this, the child would obviously not be alive.

Someone next to him was laughing and watching, but he didn't mean to reach out to help at all.

Peter glanced at Mirkowski, and Mirkovsky immediately ran forward to pick up the falling child. The unnamed mother smacked her lips a few times, she was so drunk that she was still awake.

The man next to him saw this scene and said with a smile:
"What are you doing saving her now? Sooner or later, she will sell the child. It's better to die now."

Milkowski glared at him, and Peter sent one of the guards to call the white armband, and another to wake the mother.

The guard yelled a few times but failed to wake him up. Mirkowski stepped forward and slapped him twice.

After a few slaps, my mother, who didn't know where to go, woke up.

She looked from Mirkowski to her child with bewildered eyes that were blank.

Seeing this look, Peter seemed to see hell.

He didn't ask her any more, and asked Mirkowski to give the white armband to the child. The white armband was quite responsible. He went up to ask a few words, and the woman took a long time to answer. Peter embroidered it directly from Voronzova. Take out a chervin coin from the wallet.

After thinking about it, he put it back. All the Chervin gold coins he had here were worth 25 rubles, which was wasted by a woman in this state.

I'm afraid she will use it for drinking.

Only one of the guards gave him 2 rubles, and Peter walked away.

After patrolling this place full of sin and depravity for a while, Peter left here.

Heavy heart.

His impression of this place is that it is super dirty and messy and the environment.

Although he was physically strong and immune to infectious diseases, he had to guard against smallpox and the Black Death. Epidemics had occurred in Moscow in history.

In the face of smallpox, the royal family is as defenseless as the poor. Peter II died of this disease when he was 15 years old. The older brother also died of the disease.

Even Peter III in the original history suffered from smallpox. Although he survived, his face was disfigured, but his face was full of acne pits caused by smallpox.

Perhaps it was the first time Peter and Ekaterina met after this disfigurement. Ekaterina's undisguised panic cast an indelible shadow on Peter, even though Ekaterina was in less than half a cup of tea. For a while, he endured his fear and expressed his willingness to get close to Peter, but Peter became cold.

From then on, the previous jokes will no longer be repeated.

Smallpox will also deal a devastating blow to the Habsburg dynasty. Queen Teresa of Austria and her daughter-in-law Maria Joseph both contracted smallpox more than 20 years later. Leisa's body was also covered with scars.

Then Teresa's daughter also died of smallpox.

And in Russia, Countess Anna Sheremeteva, the historical wife of Panin, the current ambassador to Sweden, also contracted smallpox. In the words of British diplomats, this countess had unusual virtue and beauty, and very rich.

But she died of smallpox.

(End of this chapter)