Chapter 764 The Lea people, bad!
The green-painted mail boat stopped at the small fishing port, threw down a thick stack of bulletins, and then quickly set off.
The sender in a raincoat brought up the communiqué, rode a fast horse, and threw the notices and booklets into the mailboxes at the entrances of various households and villages.
Unlike civil letters, these communiqués from the upper-level Advisory Council and the Holy Court have the highest priority.
These mailboxes are made of wooden boards, and every day, the head of a hundred households or town mayors must send people to check the mailboxes at the intersection.
Tiezhamen Town is no exception.
As the gateway to Thousand River Valley, the town was once a must-pass place for merchant ships, with wool, ceramics, grain...
Waters often rest here, but since Thousand River Valley became independent, the surface of the Naoan River has become much quieter.
After several wars, the population of the town has withered a lot.
But there are still two or three thousand permanent residents, which is considered a relatively large town in Hotam County.
The monk who was responsible for ringing the bell yawned, took the key from his neck and inserted it into the iron lock of the mailbox.
The rusty keyhole makes an unpleasant noise.
When seeing the communiqué tied with hemp rope in the mailbox, the monk ringing the bell was obviously stunned.
Today's communiqué is much thicker than before.
After pulling out one, the monk rings the bell and looks at it, and his hand holding the communique was instantly pinched.
"Mayor, Mayor West!"
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Early morning.
The townsmen who went out saw a crowd gathering towards the town office after walking a few steps.
On the huge sign wall with a rain canopy outside the office, two sting officials carried paste buckets and pasted several signs and pictures on it.
On the bright red stereotyped painting, the bald devil holding the blue bee flag is digging the dam with a hoe.
The other painting is a flood that is overwhelming.
Although I can't understand the words of the notice, just looking at the pictures makes the townspeople tremble.
The well-dressed notary stood up and chanted in his loud and clear voice.
When the content of the notice came into everyone's ears, everyone's expressions changed.
"Duke Yichao dug the dam? Is the flood coming again?"
"The civilians need to be recruited to build flood control embankments and river bars, and people must be sent to Lufo County!"
"Oh my God, men aged 16 to 50 tonight, each ten people will draw lots at the town office!"
"Hey, why are the Lea people so bad!"
The more and more townsmen gathered in front of the notice wall, blocking the road.
They still didn't want to disperse, but stopped to discuss it.
The orders of the civil servants can be approved by the county magistrate with any signature.
For ordinary civilians, that is cutting their flesh.
There are still farm work after autumn, and if there is no man or only one man at home, the sky will collapse.
There are only a few good days now.
The Duke of Yichao dug a dam, and the autocratic public failed to pay back the bonds, and the madmen from the Holy Dao Sect came to preach every day.
Remember the rumors that Meliati was the adopted daughter of the duke and was not worthy of being elected as a monarch.
It has only been a few years of stability, and now things are going to happen again.
After reading the communiqué, the officials read it again in a verbal manner, and then shouted loudly: "I remember to come to the town office in the evening. Don't force me to come to invite you. Those who don't come will automatically be remembered as the civilians."
A group of ten people is a group of ten men in the same family.
The lottery draw is also randomly drawn one or two people from ten people, rather than randomly drawn one or two hundred people from a thousand people.
In this way, these ten people must supervise each other. If one runs away, the probability of the remaining people being drawn will be greatly increased.
Two minor officials walked through the crowd, one of them returned to the town office, and the other was making excuses of stomachache, but quickly walked into a house.
When he walked in, he had to turn around and lean his head out before he walked into the yard to make sure no one saw it. The yard is surrounded by a fence that is high on the chest, but it is overgrown with weeds inside.
Tiezhamen Town was "captured" by Sheng Sun Yijun, causing a lot of damage.
To this day, there are still many empty houses in the town.
There were two people in the empty house today.
The house with wooden frame rammed earth is dim, and only a few rays of light can leak into the gap between the eaves and the roof.
A middle-aged monk and a masked man sat side by side behind the light.
"Assy-cultivated" monk Batis saw the clerk coming and asked with a smile, "How is Mayor West thinking?" "He still doesn't want to. Mayor West is too suspicious. It's too difficult for you to put a stranger next to him." The clerk smiled bitterly, "I have worked under him for almost ten years, and he doesn't trust me very much." "This stubborn old thing." The masked man's voice sounded very familiar to the clerk, but he didn't dare to guess randomly.
Battis took out a gold pound and threw it to the clerk: "I reward you, be careful when using it."
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"I understand, understand." The little official's eyes couldn't close. "In recent days, the spread of 'Muriati is dead' and 'Muriati is not a noble', don't forget." "Definitely not."
The little official left the house happily.
But in the shadow, several pale men walked out and stood behind the door.
This is the only shadowless man left in the Thousand Rivers Valley. "It seems that there is no hope in Tiezhamen Town." The masked man pulled off the black cloth from his face and revealed a familiar face of Horn.
Earl Sampoly would actually run to this small iron gate town. If someone saw it, he would definitely jump up in shock.
"Where are those fortresses?"
"Not even." Sampoly said discouraged. "Muriati didn't know where to find these old stubborn people, and they all failed to get in."
But Batis said nothing.
As long as the status of the Meliati nobleman is still one day, it will be difficult for the mountain knights of his basic base to betray it.
He knew this, but he didn't expect that it would be so difficult for everyone in the key position to betray him.
Muriati is so powerful in knowing people? Are everyone full of loyalty? "It's okay. When the debt crisis breaks out, combined with Meliati's identity evidence, no matter how firm you are, you will be shaken." Batis said, pushing a letter to Sampoli.
"What is this?"
"Letter to King Ginnigis."
Sampoli's breathing stopped for a moment. "You can take apart." Batis smiled, "Your evaluation is absolutely appropriate and fair, but it may be difficult to send it out." After Meliati lost contact, Herman, who was in charge of the Advisory House, imposed a letter control.
All mails sent must be reviewed for compulsory inspection.
Batis couldn't send it out from irregular channels, but he insisted on asking Sampoly to help.
After the end, it is a common crime, and it is just a case of filing a lawsuit.
Sampoli's eyes swept over the compliments he had given to him in the letter.
But I also saw a detailed investigation on the geography of the Thousand River Valley roads and the economic distribution of troops behind the letter.
"This letter..." Gripping his teeth, Sampoly inserted it back into the envelope, "Please leave it to me."
"I'll wait for your good news." Batis stood up with a smile and put on his hood again. "By the way, I'll be in contact with the mountain nobles in the near future."
"Now? We're not sure if Meliati is really dead." Sampoly stood up, "If she finds out, maybe she will reveal it."
"Hahahaha." Batis' inexplicable face disappeared in the shadow, "It's not too early or too late, it's just right."
(End of this chapter)