Knock Knock Knock –

Hurried footsteps slammed down on the stairs, and Al knocked on the door twice, then pushed the door in without regard to etiquette, and said urgently,

"Mr. Luden,"

After hearing the bad news, Luden, who was woken up, just turned over and said casually,

"If you burn, you will burn, and don't wake me up until the rooster crows."

Al:???

Mr. Ludon's reaction, that's it?

Translation, translation, what do you mean to burn when you burn?!

Ludon rolled over and fell asleep again, soon hearing rhythmic breathing.

Apparently, Mr. Ludon had a good quality of sleep.

Al didn't know how to describe his feelings.

The granary is the most important place right now!

The most unproblematic place is the problem!

Even if it is a duel that must be won, there will be suspense at this moment!

For such an important matter, Mr. Ludon can still calm down and continue to sleep?

Woken up, Awu followed Al with an oil lamp in his hand.

He whispered, "Since Mr. Ludon continues to sleep, he should be fine." ”

Compared to Al, Awu has been with Mr. Ludon for a longer period of time, and has more trust in Mr. Luden.

As long as you get along for a long time, you can always inexplicably believe in this man who always has a light smile on his face, is calm and calm when he encounters anything.

Why doesn't Al understand this?

She's just concerned about it.

Al went downstairs first and dealt with the person who reported the news from outside the building.

Her face was like cold frost, her voice did not fluctuate, and she said coldly,

"Someone in Shenbang put out the fire, sent someone to count the loss of the granary, sent it to the outside of the small building before the sun came out, and sent more people to the rest of the granary..."

Awu stood aside with an oil lamp.

In his opinion, Ms. Al's words and deeds are always inadvertently imitating Mr. Ludon.

It's just that... This imitation is a bit clumsy.

However, it's okay to fool people.

After sending the messenger away, Al told Awu to go back to the house and sleep.

She said self-deprecatingly,

"Since Mr. Ludon is sleeping, let's just follow him."

And they went back to their houses.

Instead of taking off his clothes, Al lay straight on the bed, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling, his mind in a mess.

They already had a shortage of hundreds of thousands of grains, and Mr. Ludon sold another 480,000 bags of grain in a blessing contract, which suddenly magnified the gap to one million.

The roof leak happened to rain overnight.

Tonight's fire is the worst news.

Mr. Luden, who was already walking on the tightrope, was kicked coldly and was about to fall into the abyss!

Maybe Mr. Ludon is the demon who crawled out of the abyss...

When the thought came to him, Al himself was amused.

She tried to take a deep breath to clear her mind of distractions.

Al began to wonder what he could do to help Mr. Ludon through this.

First of all, it must be the completion of every task that Mr. Ludon has commanded.

This point, which is put in the first place by Al, has the highest priority.

Second, Al wondered where else he could get food.

The town related to the Isha family has had a good harvest in the past two years, and the Isha family also has a lot of grain.

After the bell rings in the Divine State, according to the regulations, the stored grain from all over the country will be transported to the Divine State, and the grain of the Holy Descendant Family will also enter the Divine State with the grain transportation team.

Previously, Luton had assigned a legion under the command of the Isha family to protect a convoy of grain.

If this grain transport team arrives in the Divine State on time, there will be about 100,000 bags of grain belonging to the Isha family!

Al went to beg his grandmother to squeeze out more of the share of the gods.

Up to 150,000 bags of grain!

Not enough, far from enough!

Al has a few good friends, all of whom are from a saintly family, and their families are well-off.

They may have some food in their hands...

The wealthy merchants of the small town of Shariah also have grain in their hands...

Al lay on the bed, thinking about these things, trying to clean every grain from every crevice to fill the gap in front of him.

Al may not have realized it himself:

At this moment, she has no traces of imitation, but her thinking expression is a bit like Ludden.

The same greed, the same fanaticism, the same uncompromising means, the same ... He should be hanged on the highest point of the kingdom of God.

The East, soon gray.

The first rays of morning light shone through the window, and Al, who had long been unable to lie down, couldn't wait to get up.

She waited for a moment, pricked up her ears, and did not wait for the rooster to crow.

Since I didn't hear the rooster croaking, it wasn't time to wake Mr. Ludon.

Al tiptoed down the stairs, trying to see what was going on outside.

Ah Wu also woke up, and was doing simple housework, preparing some water or something.

Al made a boo gesture to him and cautiously walked out the door.

Pushing open the door, Al came to the outside of the small building.

The morning air seems to be filled with the smell of grain baked to ashes, and a faint smoke can be seen in the distance....

These signs made Al chuckle in his heart.

Obviously, the fire last night was not small.

Thinking of this, Al's heart became even more annoyed.

She looked to the east, the sky seemed to be bright, and people appeared on the streets of the Shenbang one after another, and there were mostly long queues outside the Shenbang...

Damn, why don't the chickens crow!

A nameless fire rose in Al's heart, and after a sleepless night, her temper was a little more irritable than usual.

Could it be that if the rooster doesn't crow today, Mr. Ludon won't be able to sleep for a day?

The moment when the rooster should have crowed a long time ago, the roosters were like having been cut eggs, hanging their heads, and not saying a word.

Scream! Isn't it usually proud? Why don't you call it now!

Isn't the sun cried out by roosters?

Just when Al was distraught,

A hen, passing by in front of Al's eyes, in a high-profile manner.

Her eyes were filled with murder.

"Cluck-cluck-"

Outside the small building, a hen's cry broke the silence of the early morning.

The hen did the rooster's job,

Apparently a fighter among hens.

Awu was about to rush out of the small building to see what was going on.

Before he could go out, Al, who was carrying a hen, appeared at the door of the small building.

She had a few chicken feathers in her hair, which looked a little messy, and in the other hand she was holding her own shoe with dark red blood stains on the heels.

Awu had already guessed what was happening.

"The rooster crows, go wake up Mr. Ludon."

As she spoke, she threw the still twitching hen on the table, blood dripping down the edge of the table to the ground.

Wiping the chicken blood from his hands on his clothes, Al said calmly,

"Breakfast, make chicken soup."

......

(In a nutshell:

Thank you to the bosses for their tips, recommendation tickets, and monthly passes.

The bosses who reward are confused...

If you read a novel, you will have a good time, and if you really have a good picture, you will have to read a novel.

The thief is the first time to write a book here, and the bosses can subscribe to the thief's food and clothing parents after they are on the shelves, thank God.

There is really no need to tip, and no one's money is blown by the wind.

Don't lose yourself in the 'boss is confused'.

Everyone is in peace, the thief of this book promised the editor to write at least a million words, and he will definitely do it, without worrying about the eunuch.

The thief has been writing books for many years, has a little savings, and has no financial pressure, but his health is not very good.

Not the ability, you know?

This book is a new attempt, a new challenge, and the thief is also happy to write, but he can be calm in terms of grades.

This is not enough for outsiders.

Thank you again for your support. ）