Chapter 464 Change

There were more people coming to receive the second meal. Fortunately, the three of them had been waiting in the square and grabbed a relatively front seat.

It wasn't until he actually joined the queue that Snake Ya realized why these fences were set up around the wooden platform - the speaker on the platform was a different person, still chattering about the new policy. He probably had to ask for it before receiving the wheat porridge. Listen to him chattering on and on.

The crowd moved forward slowly, and after waiting for about half a quarter of an hour, he finally walked around behind the wooden platform.

"Hold out the back of your right hand." said the guard waiting here.

After Snake Ya did so, the other party pressed a seal on the back of his hand.

"Next."

The wooden fence expanded to both sides, forming an open area, but the queue was still not over. Under the guidance of the guards, everyone received the wooden bowls, made porridge, and went to the other end to drink porridge and put the bowls away. It's hard to believe that this orderly order was created by ordinary civilians and rats.

Sheya looked back at the long queue behind him, and couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity in his heart, as if they were not begging for alms from others, but completing a solemn ceremony.

"What did he print on us?" Tiger Claw poked his head out from behind, "It can't be wiped off."

"Probably to prevent us from queuing up again after finishing the porridge," he curled his lips.

A tall tent stood outside the open space. Through the firelight, you could see many figures busy inside. From time to time, someone would carry heavy barrels to the long wooden table beside the fence, and then the guards would distribute them to everyone - obviously These foods are all freshly cooked. When the steaming wheat porridge is poured into the bowl, Sheya's hands can't help but tremble slightly.

How long had it been since he had tasted hot food?

The wheat porridge was not thick, and there were no vegetables or condiments added, but just the white porridge noodles and the overflowing fragrance already made his mouth water. Compared to the black bread mixed with pebbles and chaff, the food in the bowl made him experience the long-lost sweetness again.

Oops, my eyes are getting sore again.

Regardless of burning his tongue, Snake Ya drank up the bowl of white porridge in two or three times and licked the bottom of the bowl clean. Although he had the urge to run back and ask for another bowl, he finally gave up the idea when he saw the guards watching around him. Reluctantly putting the wooden bowl into the designated basin, he followed the crowd out of the fenced area.

There was actually a wooden platform at the exit, and the speaker on it was enthusiastically answering everyone's questions.

Probably because they had warm food in their stomachs, even the cold wind blowing was not as harsh as before. The three Snake Ya couldn't help but slow down their pace, and followed the crowd slowly towards the wooden platform.

"You ask His Highness the Prince why he distributes relief food? That's a good question!" The man said with a dance, "Because His Highness is determined to completely eliminate the rats in the fortress. Those who are coerced by rats and have to obey their orders for food The people in the territory can be completely liberated and no longer need to be threatened by them! At the same time, some families who have insufficient food reserves can also use this to tide over the difficulties! This is the mercy of His Highness!"

"But you said before that wheat porridge will only be distributed until the end of the evil month. What will happen after that?" someone asked loudly.

The sound at the scene suddenly calmed down a lot. Most people were waiting for the other party's answer, and Snake Ya also pricked up his ears.

"It's easy! You can support yourselves!" the preacher laughed.

“…support yourself?”

"I don't know how to farm."

"My lord, could you explain this more clearly?"

"Don't be anxious, let me tell you slowly!" He waved his hand, "After the evil month is over, Changge Fortress and Border Town will be merged into a new city. The land in the middle will require a large number of workers to reclaim and build. This is what you will be able to support. Your own method! Work, only labor can create wealth, only labor can change your destiny! You will receive a stable salary, which can not only support yourself, but also support your family! At the same time, His Highness promises that anyone with a formal Anyone who works will be accepted as a citizen of the new city!"

His words caused a wave of excitement in the crowd, and Sheya felt his heart beating rapidly.

"Yes, I know what you are all thinking," the speaker loudly said, "There are many rats among you...or in other words, city residents who are forced to become rats, but it doesn't matter. Through labor, you will Get a new life - you no longer have to live secretly in the dark underground, and you don't have to worry about being sent to the gallows one day. You can rely on your own hands to exchange for legitimate rewards, whether it is food, clothing... or even... A shelter from the elements!"

"Sir...as long as you are willing to work?"

He smiled and nodded, "His Highness will need more than tens of thousands of people by then, so... yes, as long as they are willing to work."

Sheya suddenly felt that he seemed to understand something.

…

In the next few days, the three of them would go to the central square to receive wheat porridge at noon. After hearing the news, more and more city residents went there, occupying almost half of the square. Of course, some people don't come here for the food, they just want to witness the end of the street rats.

Almost every day at the fort was like a festival.

After the distribution of wheat porridge at noon was completed, trials and executions were staged on the other side of the square.

Just as the woman in white robe said... No mouse can escape their pursuit. Snake Ya saw Kanash's figure during the trial - his face was pale, and he was shaking slightly while kneeling on the execution platform, completely unmoved. He lost his former domineering appearance.

Then, his head was crushed amidst the roar of the iron pipe.

In addition to Kanash, there are many big names whose names have only been heard.

For example, the Bloody Hand, the Iron Crow, the Ripper... they are all notorious kings in the underworld. Their performance is not much better than Kanash. Every death of a Rat King will trigger enthusiastic cheers from the people. In the end, the onlookers chanted the slogan "Long Live Your Highness" while bidding farewell to the criminals who were executed.

On the fourth day, Snake Ya saw Joe again. He seemed completely recovered, and the four of them hugged each other excitedly.

"Where have you been these past few days?"

"I don't know either," Qiao shook his head. "My head was in a daze at the time. When I woke up, I was already lying in a tent, and my head didn't hurt anymore. The next step was to eat and sleep until the fever subsided. … There were several patients like me there, and the wheat porridge they drank actually had dried meat in it. I almost swallowed my tongue for the first time.”

"Is there such a good thing?" Tiger Claw glared, "Hell, I almost want to catch a cold epidemic!"

"Anyway, it's good to survive," Aoi said happily.

After everyone sighed, Sheya suddenly said, "When the evil month is over, I will find a job."

"Perhaps those nobles are just fooling us. Maybe there will be various additional requirements by then," Tiger Claw spread his hands and said, "Look at the Second Army soldiers and police personnel who have begun to recruit, all of them require... He has a fixed address and a clean background. He has never committed a crime. He is not even allowed to steal. We are not taken into consideration at all."

Sheya shook his head and did not answer. The things mentioned in the announcement were becoming reality bit by bit, and he realized that His Highness the Prince's so-called new city might be far beyond his imagination - in these short and long days, he had gradually felt the changes .

If what the preacher says is true, will he also gain a small foothold in the new city? If she could get rid of her identity as a mouse, she wouldn't be embarrassed when she saw the white paper again, right? (To be continued.)