Saturday, June 17, Saratov.

"Waison! Wyson! ”

When Wyson dragged his tired body back home with a few shriveled potatoes in his arms, his wife Veronica ran out of the kitchen quickly, and with a happy face, she took out a brand new 5 ruble denomination ticket, "Wyson, look! We've got money! ”

"Where's the money?" Waisen took off his sweat-soaked linen shirt, picked up a towel and wiped his body: "Was it sent by Father Goncharov?" ”

"It's not! It's the kingdom's grant to us! 3 rubles for children, 5 rubles for adults, and every citizen receives money! ”

Waison looked suspicious, not that he was suspicious of his wife, but that the kingdom's grants to civilians had never appeared before, and it felt very unreal.

But the 5 ruble denomination in his wife's hand, and the ticket that still exudes the scent of ink, is real.

"The king still cares about us!" Veronica said excitedly, "I heard that the subsidy was suggested by the Wisdom God Cult!" The king took the proposal of Archbishop Henry and decided to give 5 rubles to each citizen .... It's great that we can finally buy food! ”

Since receiving the potatoes sent by Scottkin, Wyson has accepted the kindness of the Church of Truth, and he even secretly joined the Church of Truth behind his wife's back, believing in Scottkin, Father Goncharov, and Mavi Enders, whom Father Scottkin and Father Goncharov believed.

Now that the kingdom has suddenly given subsidies to all citizens, Wyson is a little worried, thinking that this is the enemy's sugar-coated cannonball, trying to paralyze the people.

The secret police arrested the rioters, and the kingdom gave subsidies to the people, isn't this a typical stick to a sweet date?

Although Waison is illiterate, he is not stupid and knows that there is no good thing in the sky that will drop pie.

"There should still be food at home, Veronica, you cook first, I'm going to go out."

Putting on a nylon hat and a clean shirt, Waison opened the door.

"Where are you going?" Veronica asked, "Are you going to get the money?" Now that they're off work, let's go back tomorrow! ”

"No, not to get the money, I...."Whyson made an excuse: "I went to Uncle Risong's house, I heard that he had been sick recently, and I had to pay a visit." ”

"Oh... Alright then, you hurry back, dinner is about to be ready. ”

"Hmm."

Leaving the house, Wyson looked left and right, and after making sure that there were no secret police or police eyeliners around, he hid in the shadows of the dusk and walked briskly to the next street and knocked on the door of Resident 56.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a beard and a wine trough nose appeared in front of Huaisen with a wine bottle, Huaisen didn't care about greetings, and hurriedly said, "Uncle Lisong, I'll borrow it." ”

"Come in."

The middle-aged man let his body go and let Waisen into the house, then looked at the street and quickly closed the door.

"Recently, the secret police have been investigating more and more strictly, and all residents who have anything to do with the Church of Truth have to be taken away for interrogation... The world is really chaotic..."

Grunting, Waison pushed open the cabinet that stood in the corner, and there was a large black hole in the back of the cabinet, and the wall was opened to connect with the next door.

"Go and come back quickly, don't be discovered." The middle-aged man took a sip of wine and said.

Waison knocked on the closet of the next resident, and it was not long before a woman pushed it open, and Waison followed the hole into her home, ran to the other side, and after several crossings, finally came to the rented house of Father Goncharov.

"Priest!"

"It's Waisen...."

Sitting at the tea table, Goncharov, who was reading the Book of Truth, raised his head and smiled at the arriving Waisen: "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Did you know that the kingdom has started to give out subsidies?" Waison spoke eagerly: "5 rubles per person!" What is the Wisdom God Cult trying to do? ”

"Father Mavi has already given us instructions on this matter."

Goncharov closed the Book of Truth, pressed his palm to his chest, and bowed respectfully to the idol placed above the fireplace: "What he means is to let you rest assured that you will receive this money, after all, it is given for free, don't want it for nothing." ”

"Is that really good?" Waisen asked, "The Wisdom God Cult must want to do something with this money!" ”

"They just want to calm the anger of the people." Goncharov poured him a cup of black tea: "Everything is expected, with the financial resources of the Romanov Kingdom, the subsidy will not be issued for long, and it will end soon." ”

"If only our anger had been calmed down so easily...."

Waison pursed his lips, he didn't have much affection for the Wisdom Cult, after all, the Wisdom Cult was on the king's side, and strictly speaking, they were also accomplices of the aristocratic faction, at least in Waison's eyes.

"When you go back, remember to use the money to buy some food and stock it up." Goncharov reminded.

"Why?"

"Because.... That's what Fr. Mavi said, and I don't know exactly why. Goncharov shrugged: "He asked all the priests to tell the faithful that as soon as they receive the subsidy, they should buy the cheapest staples that can be stored for a long time, such as potatoes and corn." ”

"I see, I'll ask Veronica to take all the money out of the money to buy food when I get back."

"Very well, we have to trust Father Mavi's judgment, he can't be wrong."

"Praise the Goddess."

After drinking the black tea, Waisen saluted the idol, returned to his house the same way, found Veronica, who had just made dinner, got a 5 ruble ticket, hurried out, and went to the market to buy potatoes.

It wasn't until the sun had completely sunk over the horizon and night was approaching that he returned home with a whole bag of potatoes.

"Waison! How did you buy so many potatoes! ”

Seeing that her husband bought potatoes with all the money, Veronica was a little angry: "You don't discuss with me either!" There is almost no seasoning at home! You should buy some salt and sugar back! ”

Waison lowered his head, obediently listened to his wife's reprimand, and never mentioned the matter of the Church of Truth, just as Goncharov chose to believe Mavi, and he also chose to believe Mavi.

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June 25, Mosk, St. Basil's Cathedral.

"Something's wrong! Something happened! ”

The quiet summer morning was broken by shouts, Dino rushed into the church with a newspaper in his hand, trotted all the way to the bathroom, and slammed the door: "Priest! Something is wrong! ”

"Wait!"

Ma Wei put on his pants, washed his hands, walked out of the bathroom, looked at the place pacing, and Dino, who was sweating profusely, asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"What's new! The subsidy given by the kingdom is not money donated by the nobles, but.... It's the new banknotes printed by the Central Bank!

！ ”

Dino said almost in a roaring tone, "Father, do you know what that means?" ”

"Yes." Ma Wei nodded slowly: "Inflation, a very simple basic economic principle. ”

"You know.... You know..."

Dino was dumbfounded all of a sudden, and it took a long time before he said faintly: "Priest, you can't pretend, right?" ”

"What?"

"Pretend you don't understand economics."

"I really don't understand economics .... I know more about economics than ordinary people, but there is still a big gap with a big businessman like you. Ma Wei said calmly.

"Now is not the time to talk about this!" Dino reacted and was anxious again: "Inflation! Father! The Central Bank of the Romanov Kingdom printed 800 million rubles in cash at once, and put all of them into the market. Prices will skyrocket! ”

"At first, I thought that the Archbishop of Henry asked the nobles to pay for the deficit of the Romanov kingdom, but just in case, I still let the believers use the money to buy food, I hope I am wrong, but unfortunately...."

Ma Wei let out a long sigh, not knowing whether he should rejoice in the stupidity of Archbishop Henry or grieve at the impending predicament of the people:

"Looks like the turmoil will come sooner than I thought, Archbishop Henry... It's a pity, one wrong step, every wrong step. ”