"Are you okay with a larger size?"

It didn't take long for the soldier with the horn at the scene to ask the question in embarrassment.

The problem is so serious: the children will only be given XS size clothing, and these "little matchsticks", which are thinner than their mother of the aser sticks, if they are given an S-size winter coat and winter pants, it is estimated that one can top two pieces - the hem of the garment can cover half of the thigh, and the waist of the cotton pants can be pulled all the way to the chest, which is taller than the elderly......

Malnutrition is so common in the slum that even cases of Great Neck Disease caused by a lack of sea salt intake can be seen clearly by the Plenipotentiary under a telescope.

"Do you know why some people have such big necks?"

"Yes. People who suffer from this disease are generally people who don't like to eat salt or don't have the money to buy it. The old lord glanced at the plenipotentiary envoy beside him with his spare eyes. How? You're also going to buy salt for the big neck in this cockroach's horn? ”

"Sort of."

Suddenly there was a commotion below. The people in the queue began to talk to each other until someone seemed to understand the rules and raised their hands timidly.

"The lady with your hand up, please give your opinion - yes, you are the only one without looking at anyone else, and please be quiet."

"Official errand...... Official, no, military master, the size of the clothes or something...... It doesn't really matter. If it's a lot bigger, we can take the time to change it, and it's not difficult to break it up and make it smaller......"

Her stumbling speech caused many people present to nod their heads in agreement. Some of them are good to wear, but do you care what size? Even if it is an unthinkable XLXXL for them, it can be dismantled and resealed to be used as a sleeping bag!

How many of the residents present can have a watertight quilt available? How many big pieces of firewood can afford to burn a whole piece? It's all extravagant! Rumors had already been heard that the people of the other world had taken the poor peasants of Cierta to level the plots, dig up stones, build roads, and provide enough food and clothing, not to mention warm buildings—if they hadn't said a word on the other side, they would have wanted to drag their families to work! Who would want to do some chores for the grumpy old man Hu Manxiaxi who might have dirty hands, or roll in the mud every day, earn some pitiful food and continue to live in a breath?

The following distribution of clothing can be continued, but it is clear that the Plenipotentiary will have to make adjustments. The inhabitants of Cockroach Horn are in much worse health than he thought, and they are not even good enough to meet the standards of logging.

"Emaciation due to malnutrition, a variety of infectious diseases, all kinds of rheumatism, and all kinds of other possibilities that affect labor......" In his mind, the Plenipotentiary had already stamped the poor people of Cockroach Horn with the seal of "think later". Now let them go to the mountains and forests to live in collective houses, and they will have to be quarantined for at least a month, and they will still have good food and drink before they can start work -- this is a bit of a cost, and no one can afford it.

At most, I have to ask them to repair and repair the roads in the city, and I have to beware that the carbon steel tools sent to me will not be collected by the end of the work, or that even the people and tools will disappear together - what kind of "simple poor" is all deception. Once the extremely poor bottom of society has the opportunity to earn a few small amounts of money to anesthetize themselves, they can do anything. Just as the robbery of the truck in the 80s, the car was driven into the valley and the corpses were destroyed, just as the sudden materialism was a great temptation for everyone.

Just as the car bandits and road rage before the crackdown in the 80s saw Nissan, Toyota, and Pajero were like moving wallets waiting to be picked up by themselves, and suddenly came to this city, with food in their hands to fill the warehouse, clothes to distribute casually, and the rich and generous workers of the Sierta visitors are not the golden pimples in the eyes of the poor.

It can be said that if this group of people hadn't brought a battalion of troops to a show of force, and then hung the bodies of the bandits on the head of the city as a king's flag and lantern messenger, and even deployed a company in the city, what kind of granary, what kind of official warehouse for clothes and building materials, would have been attacked first and then robbed of everything.

That's where the trouble lies. The envoy plenipotentiary gritted his teeth whenever he thought of this: this poor man of Hazelal could at any time use his cheap life to mess around for a few small coins and illusory promises, and break the established deployment of him and his superiors, but he could not directly start his sword in this city...... As I said, there must be evidence to do it.

Isolated evidence is not enough, and "procedural justice" requires a "chain of evidence" that can be linked from beginning to end.

In other words, the plenipotentiary envoy could have sent troops to raid Humanshahi's hometown according to the words of the old loach of the former lord, confiscated all the grain stocks of the Hazelal Chamber of Commerce, and then dragged this "matter" out to knock stones with the captured bandit road tyrants, or hang them on lamp poles to make an example.

However, the price of doing so is that he has to bear strong pressure from the top of Sierta, or rather, from the Chinese side. The lightest is to be removed from his current position and leave a black spot on his file; To put it more seriously, it was sent back to the original unit.

He's here to gild it, or to experience it in society, to smooth out the edges and corners, not to play a real-life version of a massacre or even a supergod - although he really wants to, he can't yet.

"Stop the last cripple in that queue." The Plenipotentiary Envoy pressed the headset lightly, and thus ordered the soldiers below. He must have known that it was time for a showdown.

After giving the order, he walked down the bell tower without looking back.

On the other side, Baranham, who was stopped, was very calm - not to mention that he had been prepared for this for a long time, so he was not in a hurry, just two bright bayonets in front of him, for the sake of their face, who could not be calm?

Under the "escort" of the bayonet, Baranham limped away from the scene very obediently. The pauper next to him knew very well what this was all about, or frightened, or pretended to be calm, but they were silent. Who knows if they are going to kill chickens and monkeys, or if they want to start the Nine Clans?

On the other side of the road came a green cart that could travel without oxen and horses. Many of them already understood the course of events when they saw this—just as they thought, Baranham got into the car at the signal of the soldier's outstretched hand.

And the car was still parked there, not starting or turning around at all - anyone over the age of three in the city of Hazelal knew who the owner of the car was, so what did it mean that he didn't get off after getting up?

Baranham's eldest son breathed a sigh of relief: "Father has finally decided to catch the line of people from another world." ”

And not long after the Chamber of Commerce, someone was furious: "Balanham, this dead lame, really got on the thief ship of the people of another world!" ”

Balanham finally got out of the car with all his beards and tails, took his XL coat and drove away - the only direct witnesses to what happened in the past few minutes were the plenipotentiary envoy who doubled as the driver, Barranham himself, and ...... The Plenipotentiary's voice recorder only.

The rest of the bewildered citizens of Hazelal spontaneously linked what happened next to the opaque conversation.

Before lunch, the soldiers who received the order seized all the properties, shops, and properties in the name of the Hazelal Chamber of Commerce and Hu Manshahi, and the largest warehouse belonging to the Hazelar Chamber of Commerce was also sealed, waiting for further processing.

And Humanshahi himself was "invited" to the town hall of Hazelal to "drink tea". Within half an hour, the merchant, who had been dominant yesterday, announced on the city's radio in the voice of the most disgraced dog that he had become persona non grata in the region of Hezelal, that all his possessions should have been confiscated and expelled, but thanks to the good offices of the former lord, he had the opportunity to sell all the grain to the new municipality of Hezelal in exchange for the right to take his wealth with him—and that he himself would leave Hezelal in three days, and promised never to return to meet the people he was ashamed of.

The proclamation was signed with the name of Humanshahi himself, and hundreds of copies were made to be sent to the messengers of the fast horses and even the Wyvern to be posted to the various cities of the Southern Elta.

And the two members of the "Red Pupil Group", who were wandering around the streets of Roland Nariel, naturally quickly learned about the events that had happened in Hazelal City three days ago from the poster.

"Clough, don't look at it—there's no gold coin in it, and no paper money is in it. Let's go—people want to eat meat—" It didn't take long for Wolf to lose interest in the bulletin board.

But Clough in front of the bulletin board seemed to be nailed, and his eyes were not taken away from the small A4 copy paper.

"I can't believe that a city's chamber of commerce, where power and wealth are concentrated, has fallen apart like this? Its president, so easily gave up everything he had, and became a fat sheep to be slaughtered by creditors? ”

The president of the Chamber of Commerce, who is also one of Clough's goals, is much more ambitious and ethereal than his dream of "opening a store". Yet it is precisely this almost impossible position that is so vulnerable in the hands of the new regime. This is simply reshaping his three views!

"It's not surprising, anything that stands in the way of it in the face of that force is tantamount to ...... Well, it's tantamount to a mantis arm as a car. Moreover, the Chamber of Commerce of Hazelal 'threatens the food supply of the masses', which should be the most taboo thing for the new Elta Imperial government. If you commit such a taboo, of course, you have to shed your skin if you don't die. ”

"So," Clough's question finally surfaced. "Wolff, you mean, this guy deserves it?"