Directly opposite the monument, a white marble paved passage connects the Heroic Soul Hall, the Heroic Soul Hall is more simple than the monument, but it is thicker, constructed by a huge stone, a stone pillar supports his beams, according to Su Jun's order, as long as the person who sacrificed for Taidang County still has a name, he can put the spirit card into the Heroic Soul Hall, accept the incense of Taidang County, worship.

In the Hall of Heroic Souls, although it has just been built, there are many spiritual tablets on the stone steps of the first level, and the candles in the hall are always bright, and the fireworks are not extinguished.

"General, tomorrow you will prepare to preside over the inauguration ceremony of the monument and the Hall of Heroic Souls, as well as the entrance ceremony of the soldiers who died in the defense of Jiang Yingjun and Ning Jin, and then you will also meet Chu Yan, he has made all the preparations, just waiting for the promotion. Also, the white peony has sent back the first message. Chu Xuan reminded in a whisper beside Su Jun.

"White Peony sent back the news so quickly?" Su Jun asked in surprise.

Chu Xuan nodded: "The white peony has safely arrived in the control area of the Dai Guoren, where there is an idle chess piece set up by the blood red demon Ji Xi Shi in the early years, and under their response, the white peony has now been temporarily placed to wait for the opportunity." ”

Merlot County, Haikui Wankou Salt Works.

This salt farm is the largest in Haikui County, and it is also one of the top three large-scale salt drying fields in the whole Meiluo County, with tens of thousands of salt workers, plus their families, there are 50,000 or 60,000 people, and many people have formed a market town in Wankou, but outsiders who pass by here only need to see the poverty here, except for a few official offices that are red bricks and green tiles, which are quite exquisite, most of them are some simple thatched sheds.

These simple houses are densely packed together, leaving only a narrow passage no more than two meters wide between the houses, and the entire settlement area is full of sewage flowing sideways, stinking and stinking, and the living environment is extremely bad.

The bare-bottomed dolls ran happily through the narrow alley barefoot, and the sewage splashed from their feet fell into the pots of the women who were preparing dinner nearby, causing a burst of angry scolding.

The teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and the children of these salt workers naturally don't know, even if the food is soiled by sewage, their parents are reluctant to throw it away, even if they smell the smell inside when eating, they can only sigh, pinch their noses and swallow it forcibly, and every household has no overnight food, which is the most appropriate to describe them.

Meat is very rare here, except for the New Year, no one can afford to eat pork, let alone cattle and sheep, and white-flour steamed buns are occasionally available, but that is also for men who are desperate in the salt pans.

Women, the elderly, and children are more often than not allowed to eat black mixed with wild herbs and bran, and even then, there are months of the year when they have to go hungry in order to save a little food so that the men who are desperate outside can eat more.

In the past, they could barely get by, but a typhoon some time ago put the people here in a desperate situation, the storm destroyed the home they relied on for survival, and the former habitat became a ruin, they could only build some simpler shacks, struggling to wait for the relief of the official family, and it was difficult to see the smoke rising here at the meal.

More people were hungry and yellow-skinned, and their eyes were empty, and they looked desperately at the neat salt pans in the distance, where the official salt produced could make people make money every day, but none of them belonged to them, they were just some livestock that could walk upright, and they were not even as good as livestock.

More than a month has passed since the typhoon, and there is still no food and salary from the government, and the remnants of the people here have reached the brink of life and death, and a dangerous aura is slowly accumulating and spreading, like clouds in the sky, black pressure and black weight, it seems that it may be crushed at any time, crushing everything to pieces.

Not a single man is working in the salt pans today, and everyone is waiting on the ruins, guarding their families, as if hoping for something to happen.

There was the sound of horses' hooves hitting the road and their neat footsteps, but no one paid attention to the official who was rushing here, and everyone sat silently in their shacks.

Mei Liangxin is very angry now, very angry, as the head of the Haikui Wankou Salt Farm, his task is to produce enough salt for You Junmin County, but a damn typhoon here a month ago, so that his share of this month's production is already greatly insufficient, which is enough to make him worry enough, but today his subordinates came to report, saying that the salt workers went on strike collectively, and no one went to the salt field to dry salt, which made him even more angry, these damn poor ghosts, mud legs, it seems that they all don't want to live.

This kind of thing had happened before, so Mei Liangxin didn't have much thought, he took dozens of soldiers from the salt farm, and ran straight to the salt field at the mouth of Haikui Bay, he wanted to use knives, guns and whips to teach these poor ghosts how to behave.

In the past, when I saw Mei Liangxin, I was terrified, and the poor ghosts who respectfully called Master Mei seemed to be all evil today, no one stood up and ignored him, and occasionally one person looked at him, and the cold gaze made people sore, as if they would pierce into the marrow of people.

Mei Liangxin was completely enraged by the negligence of the group of salt laborers, he turned over and jumped off his horse, carefully looking for a slightly drier place to step on his feet, so as not to stain the pair of official boots that had just been custom-made under his feet, and with one hand holding the placket of the official uniform, and the other hand tightly pinching the horsewhip, he crossed the crowd with fierce eyes.

And the tea people in the county government followed closely behind Mei Liangxin, protecting his safety in case this group of salt workers broke out and hurt people.

"Liu Er Mazi, did you eat the gall of the ambitious leopard? Why don't you go to work? Have you done everything you want to do today? ”

Mei Liangxin's horsewhip poked the chest of a middle-aged man, who was bare-armed, covered in scars, and he was the foreman of a salt pan in the Wankou Salt Works.

A trace of fear flashed in Liu Ermazi's eyes, but as soon as he lowered his head, he saw his wife in rags behind him and his son, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, his chest stood up again, and he said in a low voice:

"Lord Mei, it's not that we don't want to work, but we're so hungry that we don't have the slightest strength, as early as a few days ago, my family ran out of food, and in the past two days, all the wild vegetables in this vicinity have been dug up, Lord Mei, if the government doesn't distribute food for the victims, I'm afraid we will all starve to death here, where else do we have the strength to work!"

Hearing Liu Ermazi's words, a small number of other people also raised their heads one after another, and the venue suddenly became lively, and everyone shouted nonsense:.

"Yes, Lao Liu is right, we are all about to starve to death, how can we work? Even if we want to work, we don't have the strength! ”

"Our group of rough men may be able to survive for a few more days, but who doesn't have a wife and children at home? Who doesn't have an old man at home? What do they have to do, they can't just watch everyone starve to death, Master Mei, you can do it, please give us all a little food first! ”