Chapter 580 Public Opinion Representatives
Sitting in the carriage, Jean Bang felt his butt shake violently while he was drowsy. He put his head to the door, but saw an iron gate getting closer and closer.
With the carriage driver's "Oh——", the carriage stopped in front of this three-story rectangular building about 9 meters high.
Compared with the car full of "big shots", Jean Bon, as a small person, naturally jumped out of the carriage first, and the dyer and dyer Liborolle jumped out of the car next.
Jang Bang is a wealthy armed farmer whose family owns 100 acres of land. Liporolle is a temporary replacement for his sick father, the guild leader, Lipporolle. He also has five younger brothers.
In terms of age, living standards and family property, there is not much difference between Jean Bon and Liborolle, so the two are always close to each other subconsciously.
"What is this place?" Rang Bang asked in a low voice as the guided servants moved forward.
Liborolle obviously has seen the world. He pointed to the sign next to him and said: "This was originally the White Hall, a place for priests who were vocational from other places to live. Now it has been transferred to us."
The place where the public opinion representatives live will definitely not be placed in a small hotel, but will be placed in the white foyer facing the street next to the venue where the Constituent Assembly is held.
This monastery is small in scale. It is built with ashlar stones, rice paste and egg white, and the exterior walls are painted with yellow ocher paint. There are about 90 rooms.
There were only 62 public opinion representatives who arrived at Feiliu Castle to discuss the matter this time, which could not fill all the rooms.
On the surface, there are only these 62 people representing the public opinion, but in fact, they are not the only ones who have actually gathered in Feiliu Castle.
Manor housekeepers at all levels, village heads, large and small landowners, businessmen, notaries, craftsmen, priests who have returned to secular life... almost all the prominent figures in the Qianhe River Valley are here.
Wearing silk robes and shaking the lace of linen shirt cuffs, they despised the mud-legged people for discussing national affairs and regretted not having time to vote for representatives of the people.
During this period, rumors were spreading throughout Qianhe River Valley. At one moment, nobles were about to be stripped of their land, at another moment, businessmen were about to have their homes confiscated, and at another moment, farmers and citizens were said to be able to legislate.
Naturally, they wanted to come to Feiliu Castle to inquire about the news, so that they wouldn't even have time to run away by then.
At this time, many of them gathered at the entrance of St. Shelly's Monastery. When they saw a new carriage coming, they immediately ran out from the shade of the trees and began to call friends and inquire about news.
“When will the Constituent Assembly be held?”
“Are you from Lower Rivershire? I am also from Lower Rivershire.”
The Knights of Ovid and Those two monks must have news. They have their own internal news network, but naturally it is impossible to tell these people who don't know the details.
Entering the courtyard of the monastery, a dozen people dressed in upper-class clothes sat on the stone table, playing cards and turning their heads to look at the newcomers.
“Are you the public representatives of Lower River County?”
A tall knight with his shirt collar open and smelling of alcohol stood up from the stone bench and covered the cards on the table. superior.
Several representatives quickly smelled the extraordinary, and high-level extraordinary smell, and their original arrogant expressions quickly turned into submission.
As a knight with no title (with a title but no breathing ability), Ovid carried his bloated body and performed a court ceremony in a formal manner.
This court ceremony was obviously not approved by the knight, and he snorted contemptuously: "People from Pingyuan County are really sissies. My name is Steve, and I am the administrator of this monastery. Do you know what you do here? "
"Come for a meeting."
"Hey, yes, the Constituent Assembly, do you know what this meeting will be?"
Liborole subconsciously answered: "What?"
"We have driven away Prince Condai, and the next step is to establish a country belonging to us Kush people...hiccup..." Steve The husband knight burped, "I'm calling you here just to listen to your opinions, and then recognize the future monarch and swear allegiance to him."
"Didn't you say there is still legislation involved?" The leader of the Masons couldn't help but ask.
After being stunned for a moment, Knight Steve smiled crookedly: "You oppose the law enacted by your two highnesses. Who are you?"
He looked at these respectful people with disdain. Representative: "This battle was not fought by you, and you have no credit at all. How dare you legislate? We mountain people have shed all our blood in this battle. Oh, you plains People picking peaches?
Not to mention the Salvation Army, they are also mountain people, they just went to Pingyuan County. Originally, His Highness Meliati was not going to let you mud-legged people make trouble. If it weren’t for His Highness Shengsun’s insistence, you wouldn’t even be qualified to see me... I really don’t know what you’re thinking...”
Steve Knight muttered one final word, then took out nine keys from his pocket and threw them over: "Here are the keys. You can divide them among yourselves. I still have a card game."
As soon as he came up, he was criticized by others. Several representatives with sullen faces walked into the small building in embarrassment, looking for their rooms.
This room is a bit crude for those Ovids, but it is just fine for Liborolle. For Jeanbon, it is simply the Palace of France.
Standing in front of the snow-white and soft bed, Rang Bang was at a loss for a moment.
Walking around the bed several times, he hesitated for almost two quarters of an hour before he made up his mind and gently moved his buttocks onto it.
The soft touch under her butt made Rang Bang, who had slept on a wooden bed his whole life, feel happy.
Although he has hundreds of acres of land, a flood, drought or rice crop plague will cause him to go bankrupt and borrow money.
It’s not that he can’t afford this kind of bed, but that he must have enough savings to deal with disasters.
This is a habit passed down from his father. Before becoming a landowner at the level of a country squire, don't spend money lavishly.
“Dong dong dong——”
Jean Bang jumped up from the bed. Although he didn't know what he was nervous about, he was still very nervous.
"Open the door, Rangbang, I am Liborolle."
With an inexplicable sigh of relief, Rangbang opened the door. Liborolle was not polite at all and handed over half a piece of As soon as the gift cheese was placed on the table, he sat down on the soft big bed that Bon couldn't bear to step on.
“Have you thought about what motion to propose?” Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Lipolole raised his head and asked Rangbang.
“Don’t you mean that our opinions are useless?”
Liborole waved his hand: "It's not that our opinions are useless, it's that our opinions are of no use to His Highness Meliati. His Majesty Horn is willing to listen to us.
I just learned from my friend I heard that every morning, the monks from the Holy Father Order will come here and stay all morning. If we have any suggestions or opinions, we will write a petition and hand it to him.
If it is reasonable at that time, Your Majesty. He will help us put it forward at the meeting."
Rang Bang felt dizzy after hearing this: "It's so troublesome. Do you have to write it?"
"No stealing? To learn skills, it is best to kill those who steal them." After gritting his teeth, Liborol complained, "The apprentices in my uncle's workshop secretly learned the dye recipes and techniques and went to other cities.
The guild couldn't go to other cities to punish him, so they had to pay their own money to hire people to kill him. Those mercenaries often subcontracted and took money to do nothing.
If a law were enacted, as long as he did not run out of the Thousand River Valley, there would be night watchmen to hunt him down, which would make sense. "
Jangbonco couldn't understand Liborolle's words, and just made a grimace: "Then Knight Ovid..."
"What are you afraid of him for? Catherine had already said when she was in power that from now on everyone would be equal and knights would not be able to kill people casually. "Liborole squeezed Jean Bon's shoulder, "Don't you want the Grand Duke to issue a law in the future to stipulate a minimum grain price to ensure that there will be no losses every year? "
"Can this pass? "Let Bang's heart beat.
Liborole shrugged: "If you don't submit, you will never pass. You might as well give it a try."
Jangbang rubbed his hands together excitedly, then remembered something and said in frustration: " But I can barely read, I can’t write.”
“It’s okay, a few craftsmen from Pingyuan County. There are also farmers and fellow villagers outside who have set up a small society. Let’s join in and they will help you write the petition for free.” Liporolle raised a finger, “But they said it’s all a petition together. You can't write things that harm the members of the association."
"Of course not!" Rang Bang shook his head quickly.
(End of this chapter)