Chapter 577 The Man Without Pants
"Take a look, take a look!"
"The manuscript, the illuminated manuscript of "The Second Gospel", was sold at a low price."
"Tell me again how much it costs to nail a pair of horseshoes? Are you sure you didn't say an extra zero?"
The noisy sounds still rose in the vague golden light of Huaqiu City, and priests in black robes hurriedly walked on the streets with books under their arms.
Shops on both sides of the street removed their door panels and began to lift out sewage and toilet bowls and dump them into the river or back alleys.
Hangover gamblers and drunkards rubbed their heads and climbed up from the streets and staggered home.
More than two weeks have passed since the end of the Thousand River Valley War. However, the distant war did not have any impact on the prosperous French capital, and it did not even stir up a few waves.
The biggest impact is probably that there are many more gamblers jumping into the river.
They took out all their belongings and even pawned their wives and children to guarantee Prince Condai's victory. In their view, the Thousand River Valley War was actually a replica of the Great Winter Uprising that year.
As soon as the Holy Knights of the Church arrive, the rebellion will immediately turn into ashes!
What else is there to say? Just go in with your whole family empty, trust the imperial company, trust Prince Kong Dai, and shoot all the crossbow arrows!
But what was unexpected was that the outcome was that Prince Condai was almost completely wiped out.
Who would have thought that that group of farmers, those farmers who could not stand firmly, actually overturned nine command companies plus the famous Leia general Prince Kong Dai.
Almost every morning, corpse collectors in the lower reaches of the Queen River always drag out several dead bodies from the turbulent river water in the bridge hole. The corpses' waistcoat pockets also contain gambling tickets and suicide notes.
But the people who fished for corpses were happy because they had to pay for fishing for corpses.
The morning light illuminated the sparse hair of the corpse diggers. They happily accepted the dinar from the disgusted eyes of the residents near the river, and then pushed several corpses on small carts towards the mass grave outside the city.
After passing the new bridge built by the former King Chanos V, you can see the two- and three-story buildings with white background and blue tiles.
The people who recovered the corpses looked up and felt that as the land prices in Huaqiu City continued to rise, the buildings were getting taller and taller.
Especially the college students who come from all over the empire to study have caused the housing prices near Huaqiu Xinqiao University to skyrocket.
When we arrived at the small square near the university, we lowered the brim of our hats so that people did not dare to look at the proud Xinqiao college students.
If there is a conflict, the judge will just handcuff them and put them in a cage for public display. This is the truth summarized by the lowly professionals like the corpse collectors.
So every time they passed by, they would run away quickly to avoid conflict with these college students.
"Ah!"
A stone pierced the sky and hit the calf of a body-retrieving man. He curled up in pain.
The leading corpse collector looked up angrily, only to see several drunk college students wearing long robes, each holding a pile of stones in their arms.
Although they were smiling, the malice in their eyes could not be concealed.
The next second, stones rained down, clattering on the body retriever.
"Run, run! You despicable villains!"
"Look, looking at them like that makes me laugh so hard that my stomach hurts."
"Hahaha, eat a crossbow arrow from me!"
Pushing the cart bumpily, several corpse collectors covered their heads, rushed left and right, and screamed. They finally ran across the small square and escaped the attack of the rain of stones.
They rolled up their sleeves and trouser legs, looked at the bruises and purple color, cursed, and still helplessly pushed the car and carried the body forward.
The dispute between non-local college students and local residents has been a long-standing topic in Huaqiu City. It even caused a group of college students to leave and split off the King's University of Shangheyu.
I deliberately chose to move forward in the dirty alleys, walking through the passages filled with garbage, urine and mud, and finally the old bridge appeared in front of me.
After passing the Old Bridge, you will find the swamp area of Nancheng, a place that ordinary citizens with good family backgrounds will not visit.
This place was once a desolate forest swamp. During the Randong Rebellion, it was also the campground of the Farmers' Rebel Army.
Although the knights defeated their army at the beginning, they couldn't let the noble knights go into the plague-smelling woods to encircle and suppress the remaining troops, right?
The remaining thousands of farmers had no way to return home or make a living. The only things they had were hammers and chainmail stolen during the war. They immediately became bandits and began robbing travelers and caravans entering Huaqiu City.
In fact, the Dharma King was fully capable of clearing the money, but he took this opportunity to deliberately avoid encirclement and suppression and forced the merchants to pay to build a new bridge on the west side.
In this way, the Old Bridge area, where the old forces and the old nobles were entangled, began to be abandoned little by little. The New Bridge area, which was built from scratch, became a treasure in the hands of the King of France, and a group of new nobles who surrendered were born.
As for the vicinity of the Old Bridge, it has become a gathering place for hooligans, bandits, laborers, beggars and secret parties.
Unlike in the city, there are gray-yellow low huts and sheds everywhere.
You can always see wandering warblers on the edge of the ruins of churches and houses.
Residents with crooked mouths and crooked teeth wear straw hats and grow forbidden herbs on fences in their backyards. Occasionally, secret party wizards even raise piranhas in the ponds.
There are at least five hundred alchemists and wizards living in the Ponte Vecchio district. A black market can sometimes attract two to three thousand people, but the demon hunters always turn a blind eye.
However, compared to the prosperity and tranquility of Beicheng, the people who walked across the bridge of the old bridge breathed a sigh of relief.
Nancheng is different from Beicheng. If you abide by the rules in Nancheng, you won't encounter any difficulties.
In Beicheng, it was an unspoken rule to make things difficult for lowly people like them.
"Boss Moroka." The wheels rolled over the bridge, and the leading corpse collector took off his hat and bowed his head to the several strong men on the bridge and saluted, "I have paid the bridge toll for this month."
"I know you, come over." The bearded man was chatting with his friends and just waved casually.
Most of these strong men are the descendants of the rebellious farmers. Due to poverty, they most of the time only wear a calf-length burqa without trousers underneath, so they are also derided as "pantsless men."
The men without trousers are laborers when they are busy and bandits when they are not.
They are mainly engaged in extorting business travelers, collecting protection fees and smuggling. Because the cost of encircling and suppressing them far outweighs the benefits, the sheriffs will not take action unless the trouble goes too far.
After receiving a response, the several corpse collectors pushed the cart and continued to move forward. However, before taking two steps, they were stopped by the strong man named Moroka again.
"Stop, I heard that one of you is from Qianhe Valley? Who is it?"
Several of the corpse collectors looked at each other and pushed out an honest young man. The young man stumbled forward and stood in front of a strong man two sizes older than him, as cute as a little rabbit.
"What's your name?"
"Kuvask, my name is Kuvask, Boss Moroka." The young man took off his hat and put it on his chest. He didn't know why the black boss stopped him.
"Very well, Kuvask, I remember you. Do you have any relatives in the Thousand Valleys?"
Although it was strange, Kuvask bowed his back and replied solemnly: "Yes, I have an uncle, but he had several children at home and had no food, so I escaped."
"Have you ever heard of a name called Horn? Hmm? Horn Gallar, have you heard of it?"
Kuvask was even more confused: "No, I know a few mountain people with the surname Galal. This is a common surname among mountain people. I am from Kasha County, so I don't know them very well."
"Okay." Moloka patted Kuvasik's shoulder heavily with his thick hand, "Go back, someone will come looking for you at night."
The young man walked away quickly and uneasily, while Moroka said to his younger brother: "In the evening, gather all the refugees from the Qianhe River Valley together. You can lead a team to the Qianhe River Valley and take a look. Is what grandson said true? If so, buy a house or a shop.”
"You mean, the Prime Minister will take action against us?" The man with the goatee was suddenly startled.
"The Old Bridge area is a good place, and all the old nobles have moved away. Now that the population of Huaqiu City is increasing, the land price is getting more and more expensive. Do you think Lorenzo will ignore our territory?" Moloka touched. Holding his chest pocket, "Let's make plans early."
The bearded man frowned: "But can they withstand the attack of the Kingdom of Leia?"
"It's better than staying in Old Bridge, right? Anyway, let's take some more escape routes, and we don't have to go to the Thousand River Valley. At least we don't have to hide our identity in the Thousand River Valley. If we get caught somewhere else, it will be over."
Looking at his brother's leaving figure, Moroka looked back at the low, smelly settlement and couldn't help but sigh.
He took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and looked at the "Thousand Valley Declaration" on the paper. Moloka couldn't help but recite in a low voice: "...In the past, nobles and children and children of common people sang hand in hand... Haha …”
Shaking his head, Moloka didn't know whether to believe it or not. He put the paper back in his arms and stared at the golden sun rising over the tall tower of the Summer Palace.
"A country founded by farmers..." It seemed that he was remembering what his father and grandfather kept talking about in his later years. For the first time, hope and anxiety appeared in the eyes of the black boss: "Thousand River Valley..."
(End of chapter)