Chapter 940 171. Three stories
“Vomit…”
Francois hurriedly ran out of the big house and vomited on the roadside.
He tried his best...but the rat meat was filled with a strange smell that was difficult to swallow, and even reminded Francois of the smell under the skirt of a woman whose private life was extremely immoral.
"I didn't expect you to really eat rat meat..." Lame Babu walked out with a smile.
As the cold night wind blew by, Francois felt better and raised his head: "But I still vomited it out."
"It doesn't matter, you have proven that even a noble can eat rat meat. They have no more excuses."
"Don't say that name..."
Francois was gagging again.
How do you describe the taste of boiled rat meat... It's like throwing unprocessed chicken, cow and sheep butts into a pot and cooking them. It takes exquisite cooking skills and spices to cover up the smell. They had no spices other than salt and only one chef who was good at cooking the ingredients.
"Eating it grilled should cover up the smell."
"But the smell of barbecue is very strong."
"It doesn't matter, rat meat is very cheap, enough for everyone on this street to share it. Previous piece.”
Francois and Lame Babu return to the big house. It was painful for the gangsters to eat, but luckily no one vomited it up.
After observing for a while and confirming that no one felt uncomfortable, Francois asked the chef to prepare wood and a grill to roast the rat meat again on the street.
Any meat tastes delicious when grilled, even human flesh.
The aroma of sizzling and oily roasted rat meat will soon attract half of the street. They had gone to bed early to ward off hunger, but they were awakened by the scent and couldn't sleep anymore, so they gathered around the fire.
Those hungry eyes made the gangsters of the Salted Fish Gang holding weapons swallow uneasily.
"Boss, do you want to drive them away?"
"No, give them the roasted meat."
"Oh."
More and more residents know that meat is growing here, and gather around in the increasingly cold nights.
Dahl led the people to stare at the street, while Francois said to the numb people: "I am here to help you. If you still want to eat, just hide this matter in your stomach. Don’t say anything when outsiders ask.”
A woman with a sad face said: “What if it’s a family member who asks...”
This is what Francois was waiting for. : "Then bring them here."
As time went by, almost everyone from the whole street came. The chef roasted it all night. Fortunately, there is no technical content in this kind of thing. Just cook it once and roast it again. The gangsters took turns roasting all the rat meat they bought and distributed it to everyone.
Lame Babu followed and did not go to rest. He stood by the campfire and slowly told the story on the flyer:
“A stranger came At the Dawn Tavern in Liberty City, he asked the waiter for a glass of Fire Tequila. The waiter told him: '15 copper coins.' The stranger said in surprise, 'I bought a glass of Fire Tequila for 50 silver coins. Why is it so cheap?' Could it be that the local wines are all inferior wines..."
"The outsider told him that this is a game in Liberty City. Everyone who sits on this table has to pay for the previous guest. The previous customer happened to buy a glass of rye wine. The stranger immediately blamed himself for his previous dark thoughts and asked curiously: "What if the previous customer bought the most expensive wine?" The waiter said: "People from Liberty City are honest and trustworthy. They think of it as a friendly game.'"
"The foreigner felt guilty after hearing this, because the fire tequila he wanted was very expensive, so he took out a guinea and said: 'Tell the next guest that I will buy him a glass of fire tequila.' This is Liberty City , it can naturally inspire people’s good moral character.”
The story of Lame Babu evokes a cry of longing for beauty.
Then he told the second story:
“A businessman from the Kingdom of Rekaner came to Liberty City with a convoy to do business. He saw a long queue in front of the door, asking for After waiting for several hours to enter the city, he got to the front and tried to sneak some money to the city guard to let him in first. The city guard flatly refused him and told him that he shouldn't do this. In the city, officials serve the citizens. Any citizen has the right to supervise officials. "Uncle Babu, are you telling the truth?" a resident couldn't help but ask.
"Of course, our Mr. Orme just happened to be a noble from Free City, and he brought you food and herbs."
Lame Babu told the third story:
"In the winter of the first thousand years of the Saint Laurent Calendar, the snowy mountain fortress in the north fell due to the betrayal of the Kingdom of Rekaner. Demons and ratmen marched southward in large numbers, and countless civilians were displaced. On this day, Losey of the Guards Corps An old lady was caught stealing from a bakery. According to Liberty City regulations, she will be sent to jail after trial."
"In the Liberty City court, the judge asked: 'Madam, you. I stole the bread from the bakery, right?” The old lady lowered her head, full of fear and cowardice for the future: “Yes, your honor, I stole three pounds of bread.” The judge asked her: “You stole the bread.” What's the motive? Is it because I'm too hungry? ' The old lady raised her head and looked at the judge and said: 'I am very hungry, but I need bread to feed my two grandchildren who have lost their parents. They are following me from everywhere. They have fled from the war-torn north and haven't had anything to eat for several days. I can't just watch them starve to death.'"
After hearing what the old lady said, there were whispers in the auditorium. The judge banged his gavel and said seriously, "Quiet, then announce the verdict." Madam, you have two options: fine you ten times the value of the stolen item, or imprison you for 10 days. ’ The old lady said with an expression of pain and remorse: ‘Your honor, I broke the law and I am willing to accept the punishment. But if I had money, I wouldn't steal bread. And if I accept the detention, who will take care of my two little grandsons? ’”
"The judge's expression softened, and he said: 'This is what I am going to say next. The "Free City Code" is sacred and inviolable, and no matter whether it is a king or a beggar, it must be abided by. So you must be punished. But if you Choose to impose a fine of ten times the value of the stolen goods, and I will pay the money privately for you. If you accept the penalty of being imprisoned for ten days, Liberty City will take care of your grandchildren on your behalf. '"
"The old lady covered her mouth in emotion and said: 'Is this... is this true?' The judge nodded: 'Of course. If a person commits a crime for money, then that person is guilty. If a person commits a crime for bread, that is This country is guilty.'"
"Wow -"
The crowd around the fire exclaimed.
"Okay, the story is over, it's time for you to go back and rest." Lame Babu said as if coaxing a child.
Because of his prestige in this street and Francois, three stories, people dispersed and returned to their homes.
Whether these stories are true or not is no longer important.
The important thing is that hope is rekindled in people's hearts.
(End of this chapter)