Under the bombardment of Zahn's theism, the fastest to wake up was not Hu Manxiahi at the head of the seat, but a "non-core member" like him who could afford to lose and become a poor egg.

"Mr. Hu Man Xiaxi, I still have winter clothes essentials at home, so let's go first."

With that, the little merchant got up and walked out of the main gate without looking back. Hu Manxia Xi sneered: Seeing that you don't lack winter clothes, what are you fooling me with this?

"Mr. Hu Manxiaxi, today there is a banquet at home to entertain relatives from afar, and I will leave the table first, anyway, I am soft-spoken ......"

Hu Manxiaxi's mouth was almost twisted into a U-shape, and he accidentally said his heart: "You kid is the most picky, and you are not even willing to set up a banquet to cook for the festival in your own home, and today you suddenly said that you will hold a banquet to entertain distant relatives, who believes it?" Yes? ”

However, the door-slamming ghost was as cheeky as the city wall, perfectly blocking this complaint, and went out without looking back.

The audience wanted to leave the table at the same time:

"Seems like such an outrageous reason, right?"

And a small group of people think about another question:

"It seems that if you want to get out, you should have a better reason......"

After a short silence, Hu Manxiaxi was about to speak, but when he saw the second seat, one person stood up—and dozens of people followed suit.

"You...... What are you doing? Hu Manxiaxi was shocked and angry, and slapped the table vigorously.

"Sorry, I have a stomachache and want to go to the toilet......"

"Mr. Hu Manxiahi, my mother is still waiting for me to take care of ......"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Humanshahi, I didn't have a choice before, now I want to be a good person."

"Mr. Hu Manxiahi, I forgot that I still have a great expedition to collect, so I will go first."

Less than half of the people who were willing to turn around and tell him why. And the reason for it is either perfunctory, sharp and abnormal, or absurd - especially the last sentence, Hu Manxiaxi couldn't understand what the hell for a while - is it a popular object brought by people from another world?

Within three minutes, only the "core members" of the Humanshahi and Hazelal Chamber of Commerce were left in the entire hall. Of course, Hu Manxiaxi couldn't say anything useful at this time, so he had to look at the right side from the left hand side with serious eyes, hoping that these big families who were carrying big granaries like him would not leave him at this time.

At the same time, one of the ox carts distributing winter clothes came to a steady stop outside Cockroach Horn, and the infantry squad leader in charge of escorting the transport picked up the walkie-talkie and immediately ordered the whole squad to raise their bayonets and prepare to maintain order.

"Citizens of Cockroach Point, this is the Hazelal Civil Affairs Bureau that distributes winter clothes to you, please go out of your homes and line up on the road outside Cockroach Point to receive your winter clothes...... You have twenty minutes, after which the queue will be blocked, and unless there are special circumstances, it will not wait......"

A few loudspeakers around Cockroach Point delivered the notice on time. At present, there are no identity authentication measures and systems in Hazelal City, and if the team is not blocked, it is very likely that the people who come after them will be Diao Min who has already received winter clothes once.

If fairness is to be guaranteed, it is necessary to sacrifice some of the freedoms, and even some of the innocent people who cannot reach the lower limit of fairness. When working out the details of this rule, the Chinese advisers took into account the feelings of some elderly and disabled people with leg problems and even immobility - even 20 minutes would be almost impossible for them to get in line.

However, this provision was finally adopted: it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and there is no way to do it. In the newly occupied territories, where the details of governance cannot be guaranteed, there is no way for the dispatch team to screen one by one whether the old man on crutches in front of him is a sturdy abel who has just received his clothes - perhaps the dispatch team that guarantees the lines of communication is capable of distributing more than 50 or even 100 percent of the estimated population, but the impact of this incident is bad enough.

"People from another world are stupid"

"Now, their spirit of caring for the people is commendable, and they can use it."

Under this policy of ignoring loyalty and treachery, those who dare to cheat will always take advantage, and those who come according to the rules will always suffer, and will be exposed to the face and even ridiculed by those fools who are even more ignorant and brainless than them—so within a few days, many of these honest people will follow the example of their predecessors, and eat according to the rules that were supposed to take care of a few.

And one day this rule suddenly disappears, and their emptiness and loss quickly turn into discontent. "Isn't that a matter of course?" Ideas like that came naturally.

Good intentions do bad things, don't say that Elta in another world, even in this plane, there are many examples. The poverty alleviation above is definitely not a left-handed and right-handed game to deceive children, but when it comes to the following, it has almost become a feast for a few people -- the "shadow doppelganger technique" (falsifying identity and head) under the pretense of using the hands of public power, "borrowing corpses to return the soul" (one of the reasons why the centenarians in Yamatai have a lot of water), and "pretending to be poor" (the improper distribution of grants in colleges and universities) can all fall into this category. The result can be summed up in the phrase "those who should be helped are dissatisfied, and those who should not be helped are hated."

Not to mention how to end things after this, the cost of closing is definitely much greater than the cost of "peeling" for fairness. Therefore, the time limit of the queue has become this "peeling" means. Line up a fixed number of people and prevent other areas from wandering around for a limited time, it's as simple as that.

In the eyes of Baranham's family, and indeed all the poor people who had participated in the morning operation, the soft command on the loudspeaker at this time was more like a 20-minute reminder. As for what kind of life is urged, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd? I don't know.

"You go out and show your head first. Don't panic if there's anything wrong, walk back slowly and share it with me. Baranham pinched his fingers, and it had been about five minutes. But there's no way to stay like this - he's not the kind of person who doesn't lack food and clothing. So he said this to his eldest son, who didn't show up this morning and still went to the carpenter's workshop.

The inside of Cockroach Horn was winding, not as stacked as Garcia's, but the road was dilapidated, with a mud pond here and weeds there.

This is usually fine, but when the inhabitants of this whole cockroach corner flock out, the road to this cockroach horn is not so easy to walk. Baranham's eldest son was touched on the shoulder as he turned a corner, and his foot, which had avoided the mud, stepped straight into it.

"Bad luck!" He scolded as he rubbed the soles of his shoes against the stone steps on the side of the street. You must know that the mud in this "mud pond" is not just a mixture of floating soil mixed with rain and snow, but it is mixed with the crystallization of countless people and livestock drowning on the roadside.

It was easy to move to the main road outside, and he stood on tiptoe and could only see the crowd of people who had been organized into multiple columns, and the soldiers walking back and forth with rifles with bayonets on the outside of the column.

"Please hurry up and line up in the citizens of Cockroach Corner, there are still ten minutes to ......"

The radio rang out again. Baranham's eldest son circled around the front and back of the team with his eyes dripping and ran back.

It's not good to run without running, and if your father wants to move outside, even if someone carries it, it will take at least five minutes to go, and if you have to move back slowly, then it's really no fun.

While pondering how to describe the scene he saw, he only felt his left foot step on the air while running on the muddy road, and he almost didn't fall into the mud.

It doesn't matter if he wants to look at it or not, it doesn't matter if he continues to hurry, when he pulls out his left leg and takes a look, he only feels that the qi and blood in his heart are about to surge up-this is the quagmire just now, and after stepping on the left foot with his right foot, there is no one else who is lucky.

"This taste...... What's going on? "As soon as he entered, he heard his father pointing at him on crutches and yelling at him." Also, what's going on outside? ”

"Just ...... I just stepped on the mud on the side of the road while I was on the road, my father. Outside to respond to the voices of people from another world, the long queue should be at least eighty percent of the people of Cockroach Point, according to my meaning, it doesn't matter if you go......"

Baranham closed his eyes and began to think in the stench: if the "Elta Central Government" and the people of the other world wanted to ask for the guilt and find out the instigator of the morning gathering to make trouble, it would be enough to identify who was the leader.

Baranham had planned this from the beginning: if most of the Cockroach Point residents who participated in it were more afraid of death than winter clothes, then he could also advance and retreat freely, and when he went out, he would make a dirty OO deal with the people of the other world, and sell them the Lord Humanshahi of the Hazelal Chamber of Commerce. But if it is like now, the citizens of Cockroach Horn regard the danger as nothing, and the winter clothes as their lives, he can only choose to go out to see what the people of the other world have planned.

Baranham opened his eyes and made up his mind. I saw that he didn't say anything, just went out on crutches. His wife and children followed him out of the room.

"Do you want me to carry you?" His eldest son, who had not seen his father walk down the road of Cockroach Point with such a step, chased after him after locking the door.

"No need." Baranham shook his hand.

At the same time, several figures were swaying in front of the bronze bell on a bell tower in the city of Hazelar, the tallest building not far from Cockroach Point.

"The people we're waiting for don't seem to have arrived yet?" The envoy plenipotentiary with the telescope was a little impatient. Seeing that twenty minutes are coming, and the protagonist has not yet come to the stage, isn't it discouraged?

"'Lame Baranham,' if he had arrived so early, he wouldn't have been worthy of his name as the leader of Cockroach Horn." Some eerie voices faintly sounded behind the Envoy Plenipotentiary.

"Mr. Lord, you know a lot." The Plenipotentiary said not without sarcasm. "Then you don't want to treat the city's accumulated diseases, not 'can't be treated'?"