Why smash the expensive glass windows that the town hall has just replaced, which could be a recipe for nothing?

Baranham, limping in his room, knew better than anyone else by now. This kind of thing riding the wall doesn't mean that he completely sold the backbone of the Hazelal Chamber of Commerce, Boss Hu Manxiahi, to the central government of Elta, who was behind it from another world.

"Abba, they are so strong, they can hang all the bandits that the official army can't solve for so many years on the wall, why don't you just give away the group of fat people from the Chamber of Commerce as a meeting gift? They won't do us poor people badly! ”

"Yes, they have indestructible magic props in their hands, but words can never be said to die, and things can never be done. Got it, my child? ”

Half-sized children are most likely to whim. So from the moment the gates of the city were opened to these colorful soldiers, the "plenipotentiary envoys" and the "local maintenance team" in black clothes and black pants, Baranham gave a death order: without his handpick, all the minor children of the extended family should stay at home. Now the eldest son in front of him has a slight exception, but it is from home to the carpentry workshop can be two points and one line, which is not stopped.

The newcomers with their hands full of novelties were not intriguing to these half-sized men - and after they had cleared the news of the bandits and the bandits' heads spread to the city, even the steady Balanham felt from time to time that the tide had completely shifted to the side of the Otherworldly and the New Elta Empire - if he hadn't been able to hold on to it, Humanshahi would have been sold for a good price by him with the seal.

Offering it with both hands without talking about the price is something that only a fool would do. In the face of this general trend, at least make a little bit of an asking price - the tough guy Baranham looked up at the double moon hanging in the sky, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and tonight is a good weather for watching the sky. But on the roads of Hazelal, the dim lights and flickering shadows did not illuminate the moonlight.

In the midst of such a streetscape, a dark figure looks like he is bypassing the electric pole and the soldiers patrolling the road. On the market road outside the town hall, he could see the chic window from afar—the white glow from it was much brighter than all the candles and oil lamps in the city combined.

Even the large bonfire in the square outside could not illuminate more than the light that spilled from that window...... But it's okay, it's easy to do things when it's dark. Little by little, the young man with the wooden box leaned in the direction of the town hall on the road, approaching the window with a hint of luck.

But he could only secretly exclaim that it was not good. There was still a long distance between the campfire and the outer wall of the town hall, and it had been separated by strange wire thorns—Barranham hadn't told him about it! At such a distance, not to mention smashing that window, it is barely enough to throw it into the outer wall......

As for what is the letter in the box? As the sender of Baranham's eyeliner, you can guess eighty percent. It was only in the evening that the men of the Hazelal Chamber of Commerce brought in grain for an unheard deal, and they themselves were going to quietly send the letter to the central government, which had angrily denounced the grain merchants during the day, and he could find out with his toes what Baranham had to say.

So it was definitely not a threatening letter, or something that was unpleasant to the plenipotentiary envoy sent by the central government. The sender was eighty percent sure that this Baranham had no intention of completely falling to anyone, he was thinking of waiting for these new officials from outside to make a bid.

After all, he's not one who wants to nest in cockroach horns forever. The messenger smiled at the thought of this, and then slowly walked to the barbed wire fence with his hands raised.

"What for?!" Although the two soldiers guarding behind the barbed wire did not say that they stood up straight, nor could they say that they did not take their eyes off it, they still had the least vigilance. "What's in your hand?"

"The two military masters have this appearance, I am relieved." The sender's head tilted slightly towards the wooden box in his left hand. "There is a letter in the box, there is no secret weapon in it, and there is no magic, you can take it to the envoy plenipotentiary, or read it to him, in short, you can do anything, the trouble must be delivered, thank you for your kindness."

"Well, put that hand down, yes, you open it." The Elta Army soldiers on guard were not moved by this at all. In fact, they were even more suspicious that it was the remnants of bandits who had come to attract attention.

The messenger looked helpless, and easily moved the corner of the wooden box—the oppressed hinges creaked open, and there was indeed only a three-folded piece of straw lying inside.

The messenger gently placed the wooden box on the barbed wire fence and continued to raise his hands above his head - a routine that all Elta people who had been searched must master, and there was only a dead end if they did not follow the rules.

"So, you didn't go after the messenger?" In front of the glass window that had survived, the envoy plenipotentiary pinched the piece of papyrus and savored the sentence while casually asking the soldiers who had come to report.

"Mr. Special Envoy, we should first and foremost protect your safety in accordance with the regulations, and everything else is unplanned."

When the envoy plenipotentiary saw the few words in the letter, he couldn't help but bite his lip slightly. If you know which force is sending the letter, it will be much more convenient for this bloody storm that you may face tomorrow.

Since the other party is going to come tomorrow to "make some trouble" for himself, then think about it carefully, how can there be a bad person who negotiates terms with the other party before doing bad things? You're not the thief Kidd.

As long as this is clear, the answer is coming. The messenger was not someone who really wanted to disrupt the control of the grain trade, but a city fox society rat who was hired by other forces to "make some trouble for himself". As for the big bosses that the city fox rats don't want to mention or don't want to mention, there are many possibilities: from the Southern Metropolis Chamber of Commerce who is now pretending to be obedient to the merchants of the Hazelal Chamber of Commerce.

The other party is obviously reluctant to disclose his identity. In this way, the messenger riding on the wall between the two sides has the advantage of being able to get to the right and the left. So what is the source of his left and right? Naturally, they have to wait for this side to also make a bid, and they are so adaptable.

"How come these ridiculous guys struggling at the bottom don't know who we're fighting for?" When the Plenipotentiary had pieced together all the ins and outs of the puzzle under the lamp, he threw a punch in resentment, and the fist print was clearly printed in his notebook.

He could have commanded a company under his command to tie up all the poor people who came to make trouble the next day, throw them into the prison and wait until they begged for mercy, and even let them not receive relief food for one winter, and they would not be able to enter the coordinated engineering team to eat working meals, but this would undoubtedly make the other party's accusations come true...... At that time, it was the group of behind-the-scenes forces who used the city fox society rats as gunmen to have the last laugh.

But when it comes to sugar-coated cannonballs, I've got it! The Plenipotentiary burst out laughing after a brief glance at the list full of inventory categories and quantities. Want to play co-opt division? Take out all the inventory of Jeonnam Elta!

A few minutes later, even the minister and the cadres of several local maintenance teams gathered in this room, and the lights here were not extinguished until the sun rose that night.

One of the two moons sinks completely into the horizon, while the other has a pale white eccentric bifocal crescent hanging opposite the sun. At about eight o'clock, a large number of poor people began to gather in front of the grain purchase point.

I don't know who shouted out loud:

"We are not allowed to hoard and raise the price of food, we have to eat! Right! We're going to eat! ”

Although the cowardly poor people had their stomachs full, their courage was obviously not adequately supplied. Even if they have the strength to shout, they still need a starter, and this starter has taken on this heavy responsibility as expected.

Prepared Army soldiers pulled up barbed wire in front of the acquisition point, and then took on the defensive behind the barbed wire with bayonets in their hands. They received orders as early as the morning meal gathering: no matter whether it was an assault or an insult, as long as it did not cross the red line, they would never fire the first shot.

Cowardly paupers are no match for the "innocent women" behind the portal who dare to throw baby bombs at the police. They simply lined up in the streets, holding strips of cloth and wooden signs with crooked handwriting in their hands—many of which could still be seen to be patchwork from worn door panels.

"We're going to eat! Please, those bastards who have the most grain, sell us flour! ”

"There's no more bread in the bakery!"

Weak and powerful shouts came and went, but the envoy plenipotentiary sitting on the steps of the town hall was not so frightened by the "power of the people" that the carts of flour had bought him that he had hoped for, as Humanshahi and his dog-legged had hoped......

"You got this book for me...... A rowing boat! The Plenipotentiary watched the chaotic procession weave through the town hall before smiling and donning his reinforced black-rimmed glasses—a symbol of his counterattack.

Seeing the dazzling light reflected on those glasses, all the undecided Elta government members immediately felt their fighting spirit high, as if those black-rimmed glasses were their battle flags and war drums.

"Hey, try the wheat."

The group that was still shouting suddenly realized that their voices were still so small together.

"Now for a notice that starting at ten o'clock this morning we will be giving out a free cotton winter coat for all in the city. If you find that you do not belong to the household when you arrive at home, or if you do not find that you have registered when you arrive at your home, you will not be able to distribute clothes, and there is only one chance...... Now repeat, this morning at ten o'clock ......"

Hu Manxiaxi, who was watching the grand scene in front of the city hall from the balcony on the third floor of his home, gave up his thigh and almost fell off the railing.