Succubus' Manor

"Go for a walk." Chi Yan washed his face. He is full of curiosity about Aliye now, and he doesn't have much time, so he can't stay in Aliye for a long time, so he must get more information within the limited time.

Kleist: "Let's go, there shouldn't be so many bugs in the city."

Chi Yan changed into a high-necked dress, and wrapped himself tightly, lest bugs would get in through the holes. His skin was tender, and only Kleist could bite him.

Of course the coachman will not go out with them, the coachman must see the horse at all times.

He was afraid that the boss would not feed the horse with good fodder and beans, so he had to keep an eye on it himself.

At this time, the sun had not yet set, but the people working in the field came back one after another. When Chi Yan and Kleist went out, people were walking on the street, and they didn't have any decent farm tools. Maybe the iron farm tools used to be Yes, but I can't see the shadow now. Chi Yan even saw someone holding a hoe made of stone. This kind of stone is very brittle. Although it is very sharp when smashed, no matter how big the stone is, it won't last long. It needs to be changed every two or three days.

The people were not energetic, their faces were sallow, and they walked back in a vain manner.

"Go to the grain store." Chi Yan grabbed Kleist's sleeve.

Although the market was closed, the grain store was open. Chi Yan and Kleist didn't know where the grain store was, so they could only stop a passerby.

The passer-by was wearing linen clothes full of holes, and when he was stopped, he said weakly: "I have no money and no food."

He didn't even resist, with a dejected expression of "I have nothing, I have only one life left".

Chi Yan took out two copper coins: "I want you to show us the way."

Seeing the money, the other party's eyes lit up. Two copper coins can't buy food, but it's better than nothing. He quickly lowered his head, nodded and said, "Where are you going? There is no place in the city that I don't know." .”

Chi Yan: "Go to the grain store."

Passerby: "This way, this way."

Aliya is a big city, and the racks are still there. They walked for a while before reaching the entrance of the grain store. Passers-by on the way told them: "We have ten grain stores in Aliya, all of which are owned by old men. If you buy grain You must have a good attitude, and don’t let anyone who can’t buy food.”

Chi Yan: "If you have money, you can't buy it?"

Passers-by said helplessly: "Aliya's wheat is good, and there are very few dry ones. Some people want it when they sell it to other cities. Even if they don't sell it to us, they won't make less money."

Chi Yan glanced at Kleist, and Kleist asked, "Your lord doesn't care?"

Passers-by whispered: "I can't control it, my lord... hey... it's not easy."

Chi Yan was really surprised now. After listening to the innkeeper's narration, he thought that the lord and the merchants had joined forces to deceive the common people, but from the mouths of passers-by, it seemed that the lord was also bullied by the merchants.

The passer-by sighed: "Who knew the tax would be so high."

"You don't know, we have to pay other taxes besides the poll tax." The passer-by said, "The lord only charges us the poll tax."

The passer-by sighed, "Lord Lord, he is a good man."

Chi Yan still wanted to ask a few more questions, but they had already reached the door of the grain store, and the passers-by saw that their task was completed, and ran away with the money.

"Let's see if we can meet Aliya's lord tomorrow." Chi Yan whispered to Kleist, "I think Aliye's situation may be more complicated than we imagined."

Kleist: "Can merchants have such a great ability? If they have, then they can't wait until now."

Kleist prefers businessmen to be bad guys and lords to be good guys, gathering people's hearts while seeking benefits.

In this way, people with red faces and white faces will sing, and the common people will be more obedient and act as hard-working old cows, and they will even complain less.

People always sympathize with the weak and empathize with the weak. Once the common people feel that the lord is also being bullied, their bottom line will be lowered.

Even powerful lords are bullied, so it is even less likely for them to resist successfully.

Chi Yan: "Let's take a look first, we can't make a decision lightly."

Kleist nodded.

The grain store was overcrowded at this time, civilians crowded in front of the store, some were crying, some were praying.

"It's really not enough, please, I have three children and two elderly people in my family, this food is really not enough!"

"Give me more, please!"

The middle-aged man was crying, his face turned red, and he cried like the sky would collapse in the next second.

Then the clerk in the store seemed to be used to such scenes, and he said numbly: "Your money is only enough to buy so much, if you don't want to buy, I will refund you the money, and I will not do your business in the future."

The man was holding the cloth bag filled with wheat, bowed his waist, his tall body curled up into a ball, crying with his mouth open, but he didn't make a sound.

He was quickly squeezed away by the people behind, and could only stagger away.

He didn't know how to go home, how to face the children and the elderly at home, and what to do in the future.

With a sound of "bang!", people turned their heads to see that the man hit the stone pillar, and the cloth bag in his arms fell to the ground, his head was covered with blood, and he was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or fainted.

People were quiet for two seconds, and it was only two seconds, and soon they became noisy again.

Someone ran to the man, picked up the cloth bag from the man, and was held back by others when he wanted to leave. More than a dozen people scrambled for it, and the scene was chaotic.

Chi Yan was horrified when he saw it. Outside the city were large tracts of fertile land, and inside the city were civilians who had been beaten to death for a morsel of food.

Chi Yan's lips parted slightly, he found it incredible.

Why not resist?It is obvious that the food they planted with their labor, and this land is also their home, but they have to be coerced and controlled by businessmen, and they can't get food in exchange for hard work. They have reached this level, why don't they resist?Could there be a worse situation than now?

Chi Yan looked into the store. Many people were fighting for the cloth bags. There were a lot fewer people in the store, and a few guys didn't sell food. They stood at the door and looked at the crowd, as if they were watching a game with them. Irrelevant farce.

"I'm here to buy food." Chi Yan walked into the store.

The guy didn't turn his attention to him until he spoke.

Chi Yan and Kleist have outstanding appearances, but most people are visual animals, and they always subconsciously give preferential treatment to good-looking people.

The guy with a numb expression showed an unnatural smile: "We only sell wheat, how much do you want?"

Chi Yan took out the cloth bag: "How much can I buy these?"

Dude: "Fills your bag."

Chi Yan's eyes widened: "I have two hundred copper coins inside!"

very heavy!On the way here, Kleist was picking them up.

Although this cloth bag is not very small, it is really not big, and it can hold less than thirty catties of wheat.

I lost 25 pounds.

The guy restrained his smile: "Our wheat is at this price."

Chi Yan tried to reason with the other party: "I also bought Aliya's wheat when I was in Stettin, and fifty copper coins can buy that much."

The guy got impatient: "We don't care what price the master sells outside, that's the price for Aliye."

Chi Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's ok, the civilians in Aliye starved to death, and your master will ask you to farm again?"

The guy said with a cold face: "Who are you? Do you care?"

Kleist suddenly said, "Answer what he asks."

Just as the guy was about to speak, a dagger was pressed against his neck. Kleist stood calmly behind him, and no one saw how he moved, just like a shadow drifting past.

Chi Yan: "..." He didn't have time to stop him this time.

But this seems to be convenient.

The other guys were stunned for a few seconds, and even the guy who had the dagger on his neck didn't react.

The guys obviously felt that their companion was hopeless—the dagger was on his neck, and the other party could kill him with a single hand.

So they just looked at it like this, and didn't go up to stop it. Because of the food in the store, they didn't dare to run, so they could only stand stiffly like a wooden stick.

It seems that as long as the food in the store is not moved, they will not resist.

It was the guy who was pinned to the neck, who was trembling like a living person at this moment. He begged: "I don't set the price of food, I just sell food, my lord...don't kill me..."

He even said pitifully: "I still have two younger sisters and a younger brother. The whole family relies on me...My lord...don't..."

Chi Yan took this opportunity to ask him: "How many merchants in the city who control the grain store?"

Ten stores, it is impossible to have ten bosses, and if there are ten, it will not be so troublesome. If there are too many merchants, there will be competition, and with competition, common people will have a chance to breathe.

The guy swallowed: "Two, only two."

Chi Yan asked again: "Are these two in Aliya now?"

The guy didn't dare to nod his head, for fear of hurting himself, he only dared to say: "All are here, all are here."

Chi Yan: "One more question, what does your lord like?"

A lord always has preferences, no matter what he likes, whether the things he likes are expensive or not, it is impossible to be without desires.

Guy: "Our lord likes to draw!"

Chi Yan: "..."

This lord must have a common language with Benedict, but it's a pity that he didn't bring Benedict here.

Chi Yan glanced at Kleist, the two had already had a tacit understanding, Kleist put down the dagger, and walked back to Chi Yan's side, the two of them didn't buy any wheat, and went back to the hotel the same way.

After they left, the man was relieved.

He looked at his companions, who had already returned to their original seats.

Everyone is insensitive. They will neither raise weapons to save their companions, nor go to the street to ask for help, and they don't even have an expression of fear.

Like puppets whose souls have been taken out one by one, they will only do their own things step by step.

The guy also returned to his seat, and he stood there in a daze until the next person to buy grain appeared.

At the moment when night fell, the man suddenly asked: "If I die, will you send a message to my family?"

No one answered him.