In front of a large mansion, a boy of twelve or thirteen years old and a middle-aged woman stood. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The boy was introducing the contents of the basket to her one by one, and his words were very sharp.

"This pack is cardamom, this pack is 2 ounces, and it sells 16 silver fennigs. ”

"This pack is cloves, and it's also 16 silver fennigs. ”

"This pack is thyme, only this last pack is left, it is the best silver spotted thyme, this price is more expensive, it costs 55 silver fennig. ”

"Oh yes, nutmeg has gone up, and now it's 12 silver fennig an ounce, but who calls the south to fight? ”

......

After skillfully selling the goods in the basket, little Wiener carefully put away the money and began to rush home.

Oh, and business was going well today, and the sun had just risen overhead, and he had already sold a basket of goods.

Sure enough, this method does work, much better than staying in the store, as long as you take note of some more regulars and run a few more steps, business is still very good.

Little Wiener is a Jew, and his family has moved to Berlin for almost ten years, and their family has opened a spice shop in the market, and after years of hard work, the business is doing quite well, although the nobles who manage the market are always excessive, but excluding those extra expenses, it basically meets the needs of the whole family.

And just a few weeks ago, little Wiener came up with such a good idea to make the family's economy easier again.

There are many nobles and wealthy people in the city, and there are always some people who don't have time to go to the market to buy what they need, and spices are an indispensable necessity in everyone's daily life. As long as you find those customers who are in need and sell them in person, as long as the quality of the spices is good and the price is not higher than that in the market, isn't this business easy to do?

After some request, the family agreed to their plan and let them try it first.

After a few weeks of trying, Wiener found a lot of customers, negotiated several new businesses every day, and even settled a few long-term customers.

Well, I'll pick up another basket of goods in the afternoon, I haven't been to the west of the city yet, if you want this new style, you can make money on this day......

Just as he was thinking, he came to the fountain square in Berlin's West Side.

It is connected to several districts of Berlin and has always been very lively with several roads intersecting here.

It's the same today, when the crowd gathers and gathers around, exclamating from time to time, as if they are watching some kind of performance.

Could it be that some bard has come to our Berlin? Although he was a little hungry, little Wiener was going to see the excitement first.

The bag containing the coins was placed close to his body, and little Wiener squeezed into the crowd with his small body.

However, the front was not what he thought, under the white fountain, in the crowd of onlookers, there was a very strong mustache giving a speech.

He was wearing a straight military uniform, his expression was excited, he clenched his fists hard, and his voice was even more impassioned and full of emotion.

But how can anyone still dare to come out and make a public speech? Isn't he afraid that the gendarmerie will come to arrest him? Isn't he afraid of death?

Little Wiener had seen many such speakers during this time, and had seen several young men who were speaking in public places being beaten to the ground by the gendarmerie, covered in blood, and dragged into the gendarmerie carriage.

But looking at the number of people gathered here, there are almost a hundred people, it seems that this mustache should have been talking for a while, but why didn't anyone come to arrest him?

Was there anything special about what he said? Little Wiener was a little curious, and listened quietly.

“...... Yes, our warriors are still dying on the front, and these men, who should have been slaves, are enjoying the same or even better status in our kingdom than we are! Why is that? They are the vanquished, we are the conquerors, and this makes no sense! They should go to work! Farmlands, mines, convoys, where there is a shortage of people everywhere, we can whip them with a leather whip and make them quit laziness!"

“...... But this is not the case now, the valiant soldiers can only receive a pittance of pensions, and the large spoils of war are spent on appeasing the aliens! The benefits that our German people should have enjoyed are given to the losers! Without them, we could have had a better life, the peasants got more land, more cattle and sheep, and the workers got less work and higher wages, but this beautiful prospect was ruthlessly plundered by them!"

“...... We're living so badly, so miserable, so miserable, all because of those damned aliens! It's all because of them, they have taken away our jobs, they have taken away our land, they have taken away our wealth, they have taken away our happiness!"

“...... I can proudly say that I am proud that I am a glorious Germanic people! We Germanic people are the best people in the whole continent, and there is no one! We are industrious! We are brave! We are smart! We are strong! We have a long history! We have a glorious legend! Every one of us is a warrior! Every one of us is an artist! Every one of us is a warrior! A common blood brings us together! A common blood unites us! We Germany, the Germanic Germany, we will not allow those aliens to destroy it!

Most people were infected by his emotions, and several people's eyes were a little red, and there were constant cheers and applause.

But little Wiener felt as if he was in an ice cellar, and felt cold all over his body.

Aliens?Against Aliens?Extermination of Aliens?Germanic Race?

What does that mean? Didn't they all fight against the Junker nobles before? Didn't they all do it with the greedy nobles? Now it's on us? What does it matter to us?

Despite some fear, little Wiener still managed to muster up his courage, and took advantage of a gap to retort loudly: "What you said is wrong! Your bad life is your own problem! It has nothing to do with us!"

The noise next to him fell silent all of a sudden, and the crowd slowly pushed away, revealing Little Wiener.

"Who's talking?" the mustache looked around, and finally looked at the little Vena who stood out, "Oh, you were talking just now, right? Look at the way you look, it's not us Germans." ”

There was a whisper of ridicule all around.

The mustache continued: "Oh, you disagree with me, then I ask you, what clan are you from?"

Reluctantly calming down, little Wiener said proudly, "I am a Jew!"

There was a commotion all around, and then it fell silent again.

But the mustache laughed: "I thought it was someone, it turned out to be a Jew." Hehe, Jews, a people who have no homeland, wander around, rely on exploitation, and suck the blood and sweat of the people of other countries to survive, how dare they make a big fuss about us here?"

"We all make our own money! we don't exploit you!" retorted Wiener.

"There's no exploitation? Why don't you go to the market and see? How many stalls are occupied by you? That's our German stalls! It's our Germanic stalls!" The mustache pointed at Little Wiener and said sharply, "And you have occupied them and used them to exploit us Germans!"

"We, we're doing business fairly! We're not exploiting you!" said Wiener through gritted teeth.

"Hehe, there is no exploitation? Who doesn't know, how much of your goods are your own? Are you the wheat and sugar beets you sell? No! Are the cattle and sheep you sell herded by yourself? No, are the cattle and sheep you sell herded by yourself? No, are the cloth you sell your own production? No! are you the industrious Germanic people produce! You have taken these from our toiling and poor compatriots at a low price and by deception, and sold them to us at such a high price!

"But, but, we're ......" Little Wiener stammered, unable to continue.

"Nothing! You are the scoundrels of our German Empire! Sucking its blood! Making it weaker and weaker!" The mustache pursued after the victory: "I want to ask everyone, how many people can no longer afford bread at home? How many people have not eaten meat in a long time? Have you ever wondered why? What caused all this? Why are our salaries so meagre and our prices so high?"

"Why, our wives can't put on new clothes? Why, our children hold their stomachs and say they are hungry? Why, we work so hard, but we can't even feed our families! Why, we are so oppressed, so oppressed! Why, these shameless people, cunning people, want to lie on us Germanic people and suck blood!"

There was silence in the square, filled with the sound of heavy breathing, except for the loud speech of the mustache.

His voice suddenly lowered and softened: "If you look at my outfit, you should know that I was originally a soldier who served in the Third Legion of the First Empire. In the army, I made many good friends, we slept together, ate together, trained together, helped each other, talked about everything. Everybody's a good guy, we're all a good guy from Germain. ”

"However, the war began, every day, there were companions who fell beside me, and after every day of war, I could not guarantee that I would come back alive, I wrote several suicide notes, and everyone wrote several copies as well. I know that everyone is afraid, and in the dead of night I can hear their weeping, their prayers! But as soon as the trumpet is blown, we will still be in line, and our valiant Germanic lads will still fight!

The mustache showed the medal on his chest, rolled up his trouser leg again, revealing the scar on his thigh, and his voice was full of sadness: "Finally, the war ended, and I received these two small medals for my military merits. Acquired a wound that cannot be healed in this life. But the real pain is not in my legs, but in my heart! I came back alive, but the others were not, and many, many other Germanic lads were not, they fell forever on the battlefield, never, never to come back......"

The mustache's fist clenched in his chest, thumping his chest, and his tone was pathetic: "We are fighting for our country! We Germanic boys are dying for the future of our country! There are almost no aliens in our army, like Jews, I have never heard of it!"

"When the war is going on, those aliens, those Jews, what are they doing? I know, you know. They are driving up prices! They are making waves in the rear! They just want to make money! They just want to step on the bones of our Germanic boys to make money! Everyone is cutting back on food and clothing to supply the front line, but they are raising the price of grain to make the country rich!"

He pointed to the already helpless little Wiener and gritted his teeth: "You Jews!

"To hell!"

I don't know who shouted, and the anger of the crowd was completely ignited.

"Send him to hell!"

"Send this little cub to hell!"

"Let those Jews go to hell!"

......

"Bang" Little Wiener felt a heavy punch in the head and fell to the ground.

"Snap" another heavy kick in the stomach, and he curled up in pain.

Then, there was the stormy beating.

He could only hold his head with difficulty, dodging the raining fists and toes.

His clothes began to tatte, his basket flew somewhere, and even the money bag hidden in his clothes was kicked and the coins fell to the ground.

"Look, that's the money he's exploiting from us!" someone sighed.

The crowd grew angrier, the power of the fist became more and more powerful, and finally, little Wiener's hand hung limply, and blood flowed silently on the ground......

"Go to the market! and exterminate the Jews!" someone shouted.

In response, the already angry crowd rushed towards the market.

However, a basin of cold water was poured on his face.

A small squad of gendarmes blocked their way.

A sharp whistle sounded, and the stout baton was about to be killed, breaking the whole crowd apart and fleeing in all directions.

Driven by the black-clad gendarmes, the fountain square was suddenly empty, leaving only a child lying in a pool of blood.

The moment he saw the gendarmerie, Adolf knew that the agitation had come to naught. After all, beating a child to death in a group and leading a team to hit the market are two different concepts.

Speeches can still turn a blind eye, and riots will only be suppressed.

There are still too few people gathered this time, and most of them are impulsive, without thinking about the consequences.

With a sigh, Adolf hid in the scattered crowd and prepared to run out while the chaos was in place.

However, it is clear that as the leader of the incident, the agitator, he was focused on, and two military policemen with batons blocked his way.

Although, after a rough estimate of the strength, it was not difficult to kill the two of them with one punch, but in order not to cause serious consequences, he had to smile and say, "I don't know ......"

But before he could finish speaking, he was rudely interrupted by one of the gendarmes: "Okay, don't talk nonsense, come with us, the captain wants to see you." ”

(To be continued.) )