Forced to accept the dirty-sounding task, Stowe walked out of the director's office with a cold face, and went to the utility room to find the lake and brushes in the barrels, and just as he was about to pick up the leaflets distributed to the Blackstone Patrol Station, he suddenly stopped at the door.

Stowe opened the barrel and looked at the state of the lake inside, and found that the lake made of rice milk, resin, and leather glue had indeed frozen into a piece in the cold left in early spring.

What a hassle!

Stowe walked into the inspectors' office with these things on his face, and looked into a corner of the office, where a briquette stove was placed, connected to an iron pipe for exhaust smoke, and an iron kettle was placed on it, and the spout of the kettle was steaming hot.

This is a welfare material distributed by the Xinye Chamber of Commerce to the inspectors in winter, and every month the inspection center can also receive briquettes from the industrial park for the heating and boiling water needs of the inspection office.

In order for the frozen and hard lake to work, it is necessary to bake the wooden barrel close to the briquette stove for a while, but when Stowe stepped forward to remove the kettle, the middle-aged inspector near the briquette stove in the station noticed his movements, got up and said:

"Hey! What are you doing?"

「…… The lake is freeze-dried, and I'm going to roast it."

There was silence for a moment, and Stowe spoke in a low voice.

"If you want to bake the fire, go outside and find a shop to roast, we're boiling water!" What if the kettle is taken down and there is some kind of carbon poisoning in the house?"

The inspector, whose left hand had been severed from the elbow and had survived, waved his right hand impatiently at Stowe's explanation, as if to drive away an annoying fly.

"Hanseatic, isn't that good? After all, it's a task sent by the institute to bake a bucket of rice lakes, and we have doors and windows open, so there won't be any carbon monoxide poisoning, and you know how strong that thing can freeze in winter!"

Several other inspectors in the office also noticed the argument over the briquette stove, and a young inspector wearing a black leather blindfold spoke out in disbelief.

"Tsk! So what kind of carbon is not a joke, you know that you will not be poisoned if you open the doors and windows? The Tims almost died of poisoning from this thing a few days ago!"

Hanseatic always put on a dignified appearance by relying on himself as the oldest of the inspectors, and although Stowe had beaten the middle-aged man who was missing a hand, the shadow in his heart made him pick up something and walk outside the station amid the echoing, sneering and mocking conversations of the other inspectors with Hanseatic.

The Blackstone neighborhood is not far from the industrial park, the development is okay, the street is still relatively prosperous, Stowe found a small restaurant nearby, successfully borrowed the fire, baked the lake, and set off to the fixed set up several notice walls in the block to prepare to start his own task.

The people on the street looked at the color of Stowe's body that was lighter than the uniform of the new army, and some of the inspector uniforms and things in their hands that were close to the uniforms of the workers in the industrial park, and they all cast their eyes, looking at his dress, it was obvious that he was the lord of the new district now, and at the same time the founder and manager of the Xinglan Industrial Park, and the president of the Xinye Chamber of Commerce, Viscount Charin Carr, had any news to announce to them.

….

Since a series of changes in the slum some time ago, and then he was given to Viscount Charin Carr to become a viscounty, and later renamed the new district by the lord, Xia Lin's prestige has been growing in the minds of the people of the new district, they know that this young, mysterious, and powerful lord is not like the seemingly noble, but in fact terrible and brutal manor nobles in his original hometown, but can be called a model of benevolent and just lords in some folklore stories, so they support Xia Lin's rule from the bottom of their hearts.

The patrol station can maintain the basic law and order of a large block with less than ten people, and it is inseparable from the help of the aunts and aunts of the neighbors, but the communication between them, who consider themselves loyal and the lords, is basically non-existent.

Xia Lin will not be like those manor nobles who live in the countryside

Traveling on horseback, the Viscount of Karl, or the new district, has no farmland, no forests, only the adjacent vast reeds.

After the viscount was demarcated and laid the boundary post by the clerk sent by the city hall, the viscount Xia Lin did not issue any order prohibiting fishing and hunting, and set up forest rangers in the reeds, and they had never seen the tax collector to whom the viscount belonged to collect any additional lord tax, so the people of the new district were generally very curious about their new lord's attitude, and when they saw the new notice, they naturally called friends to come over to see the excitement.

The principle of the New Army's retirement arrangement of disabled soldiers is proximity, except for Stowe, who is a lone inspector from outside, everyone else in the Blackstone Patrol Station grew up in the Blackstone neighborhood, but after the neighbors of the Blackstone Neighborhood found that Stowe did not have the arrogance of those imperial officials, they soon got to know the outsider, and they did not exclude this nominally lord sent an official like the people in the Patrol Station, and after Stowe put up a notice on a notice wall, the crowd asked him to explain the above contents.

"This inspector, can you explain to us the contents of the notice issued by this Master Xia Lin? We can't read!"

"Yes! If you want to recruit workers in an industrial park, you have to prepare as soon as possible!"

Stowe looked at the dense crowd with eager faces surrounding him, as if he saw his comrades who had swarmed up along the slope of bricks and flesh that night and the hideous enemies who rushed down the slope, his legs unconsciously froze in place, but fortunately his facial muscles were relatively stiff, and his expression was not much, so none of the onlookers could see the fear and wavering in his heart.

It's all fake, those are in the past!

Stowe took a deep breath and unconsciously tightened his grip on the steel baton hanging from his belt, this time it was not a patrol mission, so he did not bring his Type 2 rifle with him.

Seeing that Stowe, who usually looked taciturn and gloomy, did not look very good, the shouts of the onlookers subsided a little, and a voice that didn't know whose it was:

"Forget it, I heard that not everyone in the new army can learn to write, so let's ask that kid from the Will family! His family sent their children to elementary school, and I heard that the grades were not bad, so he should be able to read them to us!"

"Hey, the inspector who has been discharged from the New Army, he is not as literate as a child, why didn't Director Walker let Hanseatic come and tell us about this."

When the crowd had dispersed a little, Stowe picked up his things, lowered the brim of his hat, and walked stiffly towards the next notice wall.

Seeing this scene, at the mouth of an alley not far away, a sturdy man dressed as a dock contractor hooked up a smile of interest on the corner of his mouth, turned around and turned into the alley, and his figure quickly disappeared into the block along the intricate road.

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