Ever since he set out on his way home, everything Cohen Apulia has seen and heard has been wonderful.

Along the way, he imagined his future life.

But what he didn't expect was that the discord he heard for the first time came from his own home.

It turns out that my house is on fire?

He suppressed the anger in his heart, paused outside, and listened to the conversation that continued to float out.

“…… The borrowing fee for agricultural machinery, the tax on land, and the tax on head have been reduced for you as much as possible. ”

"Thank you, sir, thank you...... But......" his father's rather cowardly voice came from inside, "the bulletin board that was posted in the Zhuangzi before, and the official from the provincial capital, didn't they say that these are all money-free?" It is said that we will all be agricultural workers in the future, and we will receive benefits and allowances for ourselves. Say that the means of production are publicly owned and can be used by everyone. And the food produced is not ours, it is all public, and we get our own benefits and allowances...... Why do you have to use your own allowance to pay these expenses? ”

"Oh, old man Puglia, you can speak now, can you?"

"The lord who came from the provincial city, a year or two ago, was all mud legs, and he deserves to be called the master?"

"What else is there to announce, go and see now, is there any announcement posted on it now?"

There was another shouting voice.

Cohen Apulia's face turned extremely cold, and his eyes were hot as if they were about to breathe fire.

He half-turned his head and looked at Momo, as if to ask what was going on.

Momo's expression was a little embarrassed, and his eyes wandered.

He hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I don't know, why did I just meet the master's people at your house today...... What's that, Brother Cohen, I have something else to do, I'll put it here for you, let's talk later......"

Obviously, this person named Momo didn't really want to get involved in this matter, so he ran away as soon as he slipped away.

Puglia didn't have time to hold him back and ask anything more, and in the house, his old father's voice sounded again:

"But...... My son was about to return, and Cohen went to fight the Governor, and his hand was broken. We have to keep the rest of the allowance in our family, otherwise what will we do in the future...... Ah......h

Before he finished speaking, there was a crisp sound of 'pop' and the screams of his father.

"Shame on the face, right?"

Hearing this, Cohen's heart was already full of anger, and he didn't have the courage to wait outside any longer.

He slammed the door and entered the house.

After a quick glance, he saw his younger siblings huddled in the side room, peeking through the crack in the door; I saw my mother sitting next to me crying, I saw my father who had just been slapped and covered his face, and I saw three men with their toes high.

These three people, he knew.

They are all the so-called 'lords', the valets of the manor owners before the Slightly Hot Farm. They did not farm, did not work, and devoted themselves to serving the lord of the manor, Lord Ziklin, who was formerly the leader of the manor's militia.

Now, Lord Ziklin no longer has ownership of the Slightly Heat Farm, but he still relies on the policy of the Alliance to reorganize the Qinggu Mutual Aid Association, and has become the administrator of the Slight Heat Farm. And the male servants in the past, under its operation, became the public servants in the village-level administrative unit of the farm.

Outside the door, Puglia had probably understood what was going on.

It's nothing more than Ziklin and his doglegs, who still regard the slightly hot farm as their private property; Those who remained on the farmstead and did not migrate away remained his slaves.

What are the so-called agricultural machinery usage fees, land taxes, and poll taxes...... These are all things that the alliance does not have, and this guy has set up his own name and expropriated it with the executive power of the government.

And the taxes and fees that are levied will be handed over to the Union?

That's obviously not going to happen.

Even, they did not dare to touch the output of the land. Because after the reform of the North Aogu, all the land was state-owned, where did they dare to take things from the Union government?

But from serfs ...... Oh, now in the hands of the agricultural workers, they still have the courage to take away their allowances, their welfare rations.

And it's huge.

Now, Puglia is furious.

He was angry not only at the unbearable treatment of his family, not only at the slap his father, but also at the subversive challenge to his ideals.

Although he has only been in the army for a few months, he deeply agrees that he has paid the price of his half-crippled body to fight for the happy life of all the Raging Owls, in order to break the cannibalistic environment formed in the wasteland environment, and in order to rebuild a beautiful home.

This is a glorious mission, and he regrets that he cannot continue to fight for this great cause in the army.

And when he returned to his hometown, in another way, to continue the great cause in his homeland, he saw it.

It's a betrayal of the Alliance's ideals, a subversion of the Governor's Proclamation, and an insult to the countless people who have gone to the trouble for the entire planet!

He calmly asked in anger, "Who beat my father?" ”

The man at the head looked up and down at this half-crippled man with a completely different temperament, and had some impressions: "Cohen? ”

"It's me, who just made the move?"

"Lao Tzu moved, how is it?" A man popped up next to him.

There was a crisp 'snap', and Puglia's intact left hand slapped over.

It is true that he has a broken hand, but he is a veteran who has been trained in a magical boot camp and has worked on the battlefield for three months, not to mention the seven or eight lives in his hand, and he can be selected for the difficult task of conquering the bunker.

The lost hand is gone, but the remaining one still has a lot of strength.

The man was prepared, but he still couldn't dodge or stop it, and he was slapped solidly, and he was directly slapped to the ground, and he couldn't stand up.

Seeing this, the other two pounced directly on Puglia.

But the two of them were not the opponents of Puglia, a half-crippled veteran, who was knocked to the ground with one hand.

In the end, the three of them could only support each other and run away.

"It's great to be a soldier for a few months, isn't it? The severed hand is back blind, a wasted man! You wait for me! ”

Before leaving, I didn't forget to put down a cruel word.

……

After the guys were beaten away, the younger brothers and sisters hiding in the house ran out and hugged the elder brother one left and one right; The father put down his hand and looked at his son, who had been away from home for many months, in addition to being broken and disabled, and his temperament had also changed greatly, and he didn't know what expression to show; Wiping tears from her eyes, her mother walked up to him, stroking his stump and half of his wounded face, and wept silently.

Cohen Puglia calmed his younger siblings and sent them back to his room, so he had time to talk to his parents.

At this moment, the mother had already put away her tears, but when she saw his right hand, she still showed a sad expression: "I shouldn't have let you be a soldier at that time!" ”

"Don't do that, Mom." Cohen pretended to be light-hearted and said, "I never regretted being a soldier. In the east, there are more people like us who need help, and we are going to liberate them. What's more, although I didn't come back with all the beards and tails, I did come back anyway, and the policy of the army was quite good, and I brought a lot of pensions, enough for us to renovate the house, buy a lot of things, and buy our own agricultural machinery...... I'm still at the E9 level, which is higher than most of the people on the farm, and I'll have a better life in the future. ”

"I'd rather you have nothing at all than that pension."

The old mother's reaction, Cohen had already expected. The mother who feels sorry for her son must be so.

He could only continue to persuade with kind words, and his mother's mood gradually improved.

At this moment, his father spoke worriedly: "Today, you beat away Master Ziklin's people, they will not give up." ”

Cohen turned his head and replied, "Well, I think so." However, now is the world of the alliance, not the time for him to cover the sky with one hand. I'll write a letter later, and when a caravan passes by, I'll send it to the Veterans Security Bureau in Chatan City, and they'll take care of it. ”

When he said this, he seemed full of confidence.

That's exactly what he thinks.

"What will happen then?"

"That Ziklin will definitely be punished, and our entire farm will no longer have to be oppressed and humiliated by him."

Hearing this, his father did not become happy, but sighed and said, "If you want me to say ...... Otherwise, let's give them the money, and at most apologize to the few people who were injured by you today? If you know that you have so many pensions and pensions, and that they don't ask for much, you can give them well......"

"What are these words?" Cohen was dissatisfied, "How can you fuel that bastard's arrogance?" Although the pension is generous, it is my one-handed exchange, and no amount of money is given to them! The allowance for the two of you is earned by hard work in the fields, and no amount of money can be given to him! ”

Old Puglia wanted to say something, but was stopped by his son: "Okay Dad, don't say anything more, I'll write a letter immediately, that guy won't be able to jump for a few days." ”

Subsequently, the Puglia family put aside their worries and had a reunion dinner, and chatted together for a while.

He also tried to help his mother clean up, but was prevented.

"What can you do to help you like this, go and rest."

Cohen didn't force himself and went back to his room.

The newly built wooden house at home is not small. In order to facilitate the work in the fields, the wooden house is located on the edge of the manor, the surrounding open space is very large, and the wood is very cheap because of the special period, so the problem of children starting a family is considered when it is built, the area is not small, and there are many rooms.

Back in his room, Cohen took out the pen and paper he had brought with him and began to write.

Before leaving home, Cohen Puglia knew only a few words and was semi-literate; During his few months in the army, he also made a lot of cultural progress. They were also given stationery, including diaries and pen and ink.

It was a little difficult to get Cohen to write a flowery article; But with your heart, with common words, to write things clearly, there is no big problem.

It's just that he writes a little slower, but he doesn't have anything else to do now.

He recorded in detail what he saw and heard on the way back home, the angry things he encountered when he returned home, and his thoughts about it.

Along the way, I have seen the great changes in the North Qinggu area, and I am spontaneously happy and expectant;

Seeing the poison of the old times, the anger and pain when it was still in the heat farm;

the spitting of these shameful people, and the expectation of the Union;

He wrote a lot of words in a hurry, it took a long time, it was late at night, and he was still writing against the light.

He's going to put it all into words.

When the time comes, it should be feasible to tear off this part of the diary and pay some allowance for the driver to help deliver the letter when the caravan passes by.

I really can't do it, so I'll just go to Chatani City by myself.

Anyway, the road is smooth now, and it's only two or three days of work.

I'm worried that if I'm not at home, my parents will be in any danger.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a strange movement outside.

Having just been discharged from the army, his alertness is still there.

He opened a crack in the window, and when he looked out, he saw the distortion.

There are no high-level goods, they are all ordinary, cannon fodder-type aberrants with only melee ability, but at a glance there are at least twenty of them!

Why are there so many aberrants who almost surround their house?

He threw the diary under the bed, and then quickly got up, intending to wake up his family.

But at this moment, the tightly bolted wooden door of his house was smashed open.

He looked over and saw a somewhat familiar figure, running into the distance. Before he could chase after him any more, two distorted monsters with ropes tied to their bodies but had been loosened at the moment rushed from the door.

Cohen subconsciously wanted to draw his gun and fight, but at the moment, he was neither armed nor handed.

……

"I'm done with the story I'm going to tell."

Milia de Jong let out a long breath and closed the journal in her hand.

She and her teammates are from the league's Supreme Court, codenamed 'The Witchers'. Their team of twenty people is responsible for going south to investigate the corruption situation in the northern Qinggu Province

Milia de Jong looked up and stared at her brother-in-law in front of her.

"Chief Jason Morgan, what do you think of this story?"

Because of the busyness of recent months, Jason Morgan, who has begun to grow gray hair at a young age, put his slightly trembling hand off the table.

He was silent for a moment and said, "I am saddened. ”

"What else?"

"I'm sorry."

"What else?"

"I'm guilty."

Miria de Jong slammed the table and said, "It's all perfunctory! Did you know that there is widespread malfeasance, corruption, and even the murder of civilians by officials in your jurisdiction?! The incident I am talking about is by no means an isolated case in the 3 million square kilometers of land in Beiqinggu! Do you even know the seriousness of the matter?! ”

(End of chapter)