Snowflakes fell, Tyumen received a second heavy snowfall, and this year's cold spell from the far north was more intense than usual, knee-deep snow covered the Romanov kingdom and is still spreading south.

The refugees huddled in wooden huts, wrapped in blankets of different colors, and wore all their warm clothes on their bodies, huddled around the walls to escape the cold of the wind and snow.

Food is no longer a problem for them, two pounds of bread and two large bowls of oatmeal a day are enough to fill their stomachs, but the new year has just begun, and they always feel that something is missing in their mouths just by eating bread and oatmeal.

The nobles don't think so, in their eyes, it's good enough to be able to give you bread, and you don't want to eat more food if you don't thank Dade?

Are you kidding!

Nowadays, when trade routes were cut off, sugar became a valuable commodity, not to mention meat, and even if there was no war, civilians and serfs would not have eaten meat several times a week, and vegetables were even less scarce.

Countless serfs known as "gray livestock" were willing to join the army, called cannon fodder on the battlefield, entirely because of Peter the Great's reform of the soldier's ration policy, the army soldiers could get two pounds of black bread, one pound of meat, half a pound of vodka and two pounds of beer a day, a monthly ration of two pounds of salt and sugar, tea, vegetables, and grains, and the higher the rank, the more daily rations they received.

Thanks to this, the serfs are willing to join the army, not only to gain a future, cross classes, but also to fill their stomachs, why not?

Of course, how much of the prescribed amount of grain can be distributed into the hands of the soldiers depends entirely on the "conscience" of the grain supervisor.

Normally, the soldiers only received half the quota of food, and even so, the soldiers were happy to join the army and work for the nobles.

Their idea is simple, whoever has food will mix with whomever they want.

To die is to be a full ghost.

In times of war, the rations of the soldiers must be given priority, this is an unwritten rule, everyone knows it, but for refugees who have little value...

It's nice to be able to give you two pounds of black bread and two large bowls of oatmeal, but it's still up to the gods to come down on their faces, otherwise...

The refugees had to drink gruel.

The refugees, who knew this, did not have much luxury, and many of them nibbled on black bread, talked and laughed, and talked about when the kingdom would be able to repel the enemy army, and their mood was still positive.

A wisp of meat suddenly caught their attention.

At some point, the smell of broth wafted through the streets, and the refugees leaning against the corner shook their noses as they took a hard bite of bread and closed their eyes and chewed vigorously, as if they were eating not bread, but a large piece of roast beef sprinkled with spices.

The locals of Tyumen can still eat meat occasionally, and they can often smell the aroma of meat, which is naturally perfect as a left-side ingredient for bread.

Unless the evil nobles don't even let them smell the fragrance....

But the exclamation of one of the refugees attracted the attention of everyone, and the refugees who were gnawing bread opened their eyes to see a large number of people gathered in front of the relief shelter where the bread was supposed to be distributed, and the fragrance was coming from there.

"Don't rush! Get in line! Christopher took a large soup spoon and knocked on the deep iron pot, and the sound of dangdang was heard throughout the street.

"It's cold, Father Mawei paid out of his own pocket, please drink broth!"

Christopher exclaimed, "Hot milk, cheese and sour cream with granulated sugar on the side!" Don't rob! In order, workers and the elderly, infirm, women and children are given priority! ”

The distribution of broth and dairy products by the Church of Truth caused an uproar, and the refugees suddenly felt that the bread in their hands was not fragrant, and they all got up and crowded in front of the relief shelter, watching Christopher pick up pieces of stewed and soft beef from the steaming pot, and couldn't help but swallow.

On such a cold winter, there is nothing more soothing than a bowl of broth.

What's more, this morning, the believers of the Church of Truth also explained to them the benefits of dairy products, and that young children must be nourished if they want to be strong, and they will not grow strong by eating bread alone!

"Long live Father Mavi!" Someone shouted.

Christopher, who was scooping the soup, stopped his movements and looked left and right: "Who shouted long live?" Praise should be given to the goddess! ”

"Praise be to the Goddess!" Many people are gathered (this chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter 67: Praise

Scream.

As the broth was distributed bowl by bowl, the shouts became stronger and stronger, whether they received it or not, they would follow the others to shout two sentences, and at this moment, the praise was completely from the heart.

Dino's distressed cheeks standing in front of the window were distorted, there were so many refugees in Tyumen City, Mavi even demanded that everyone be able to eat meat, this cost was suddenly many times greater, and no matter how thick the family foundation was, it couldn't be made like this!

For the first time, Dino found out that the money he had earned before had not been spent at all, and he was already an upper-class person, but he was fully wealthy and could only distribute three days of broth to the refugees, and he still owed a lot of money to the farmers!

"Father, Father, if there is no new money in three days, we will be bankrupt," Dino muttered, his lips trembling.

On the other side, King Paul I, who heard that the Church of Truth had begun to distribute broth and dairy products, turned into a master of table cleaning, and directly pushed down all the documents to be signed on the table, and his eyes turned black with anger.

He has done his best to provide food to the refugees, steal money from the pockets of the nobles, and compete with the Church of Truth....

Can the nobles agree?

It's not realistic at all!

"Your Majesty, there is no need for you to be so excited."

Archbishop Henry, who also received the news, rushed to his temporary office and said to the angry Paul I: "The Church of Truth can't hold on for long, they are small churches, they don't have enough foundations, how long can they last?" In my opinion, in a few days, they will run out of money, and the situation is still in our hands. ”

As Paul I calmed down, he picked up Corus and muttered as he stroked his supplanted hair, "Don't we need to do anything?" ”

"Not yet." Archbishop Henry said: "Let's wait and see for a few days, if the Church of Truth has no signs of bankruptcy, it is not too late for us to find a solution." ”

"I'm afraid they're being funded by other forces...."

"There's no way they're going to get help from other churches." Archbishop Henry said with a smile: "Believers are the top priority, even if the Church of the Ruling God and the Fertility God Cult want to make a trick, it is impossible to support the Church of Truth, this is too stupid, unless...."

"Unless what?"

Archbishop Henry was slightly confused: "Unless the forces that fund the Church of Truth are not the Church, but others... Well, I don't think the Church of Truth would be so stupid as to accept funding from those people. ”

"What the hell are you talking about?" Paul I looked at him puzzled: "Do you know who is likely to fund the Church of Truth?" ”

"The Liberty Society, Your Majesty, they are the common enemy of all churches." Archbishop Henry stroked his beard, "If the Church of Truth seeks their help, then it will be lost by all, traitors... It will not be tolerated. ”

Chapter 67: Praise