Good-looking, not allowed to farm

Although there is a little problem with the format of the article.

But Jamie is still extremely optimistic about this, and even began to fantasize early: "When more and more smart people take the initiative to stand up, your great thought teacher, the Mad Hatter, can officially announce his retirement!"

After all, it was too stressful.

Whenever Jamie uses the pseudonym of the Mad Hatter to write some ideas, he has to rack his brains and carefully choose his words, lest he accidentally write some surreal, radical ideas that are not suitable for the current world... …

And the most terrible consequence is that it leads all the good people who are determined to save the country and the people astray, and then misleads them into the deep ditch, that is really a crime!

Therefore, in his reply letter, he still maintained his usual cautiousness, and did not dare to comment on those works recklessly. He only praised each manuscript seriously, and then encouraged them to continue to think deeply, and kept on write down.

In addition, he also suggested that Mrs. Helena also join in this meaningful exchange: "Madam, isn't the "The Orange Girl" you showed me a while ago very interesting? You can definitely show it to me. Everyone take a look."

Mrs. Helena was taken aback: "Ah, did you mean me?"

As an assistant during this period, she helped Jamie sort out a lot of letters and manuscripts. She was fascinated by her eyes and ears. After reading a lot, she naturally began to learn to write something, but probably because she was just starting out, she was in the stage of practicing writing. Not so confident in myself.

So, to hear this advice from Jamie...

Her first reaction was to refuse: "Well, I'm not sure, Louis. You know a lot of knowledge, and you talk about national affairs with each other, but the ones I wrote... well, the structure is small and full of information. Trivial things and romantic love, show it to others, it's really... really embarrassing."

"Nonsense! What's the point of being embarrassed?"

Jamie immediately said: "Everyone has their own writing angle, and I think "The Orange Girl" is very good. A cute and simple girl who sells oranges eventually degenerates step by step under the oppression of all aspects of society. This is the pattern Is it small?"

"If you want me to say, this is seeing the big from the small!"

"When you write about the country and people, the vast majority of people will not feel anything when they read it, as if they are empty slogans and unrealistic. On the contrary, your work can arouse people's thinking, just because the story is happening around you... "

Mrs. Helena still hesitated, looking very unsure: "There is always a feeling of being ugly..."

Jamie looked at her with a smile, and suddenly asked: "When you were an actor, did you refuse to perform on stage because you were afraid of failure?"

Then, he added: "Besides, believe me, it's just a normal exchange, and there's nothing terrible about it."

So Mrs. Helena was persuaded.

That night she went back to tidy up, and the next day, she brought a letter together with the manuscript of "The Orange Girl".

Jamie was relieved.

Just because he already regards the propaganda pamphlet that the rebel army is about to launch as a fertile soil for the growth and germination of various new ideas, so he can't wait to attract more talents and add bricks and tiles to it.

It's just a matter of the format of this manuscript, I wanted to pretend to be dead...

But it seems that there is still something to say.

He silently picked up the manuscript that Mrs. Helena handed in, and saw the remade cover read:

Main title: The Orange Girl

Subtitle: An Orange Girl

Girdle: The Fall of an Orange Girl

Mrs. Helena explained nervously: "I think everyone has this format, so I specially modified it, but I really don't know what subtitle and girdle should be written. Uh, sorry..."

"No, you don't have to apologize."

Under Mrs. Helena's bewildered gaze, Jamie stretched out his hand very naturally, tore off the cover page, and threw it into the trash can in a mess.

Then, he rewrote a cover with only "The Orange Girl" and explained with a little embarrassment: "Actually, there is no such format requirement, so that's good."

Afterwards, under Mrs. Helena's dubious eyes...

In his reply, Jamie added another sentence emphatically: [Sincerely tell everyone, I am just a poor writer, and the title and subtitle are used to talk nonsense and shirk responsibility, please stop learning! ]

In this regard, the rebels naturally did not believe it.

Their reactions were very unified: Hahaha, Mr. Mad Hatter is too modest and humorous!

But in any case, with such exchanges, the brochure that was later named "The Secret" slowly took shape.

However, due to the king's ban, the secret booklet was not widely disseminated in the royal city.

But in the northern provinces, and even in some relatively prosperous towns in the south, everyone is eager to pass it on.

Apparently, harsh punishments and harsh laws can't limit people's thinking forever.

And the royal family's rule over the local area has long been less powerful than the king imagined.

Today, the country is in disarray.

Farmers who were made homeless by heavy taxes and famine were forced to wander, becoming beggars, thieves and robbers.

In the end, even the royal city of this country gradually lost its former prosperity.

Refugees from all over the country poured in one after another, and hundreds of orphans without father or mother could only live in stables...

The poorhouse presided over by Queen Alisa has long been unable to afford these people, let alone find suitable families for those orphans.

But the good queen is still holding on, trying to help as many people as possible.

On this day, she woke up early in the morning feeling a little uneasy and anxious, but considering that the orphans and refugees were still hungry, she ignored the obstruction of the female officer Maggie and insisted on taking the people out of the palace in a carriage.

However, while she presides over the food distribution...

A turmoil appeared unexpectedly!

At the very beginning, an orphan suddenly fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and screaming for pain, and then struggled all over the ground in pain.

The staff of the orphanage hurried over to check.

But then, another person fell down, this time it was an adult; and then, without waiting for everyone to react, many people fell down one after another like dominoes being pushed down ...

At that moment, all the voices in the workhouse stopped abruptly.

Everyone looked at the fallen people in fear and confusion, as if they saw the tall black figure of Death.

Queen Alisa watched this scene with concern.

At this time, she hadn't expected the follow-up development, so she could only call anxiously: "Doctor, hurry up and invite the doctor!"

But without waiting for the attendants around her to take action...

A scream of panic suddenly erupted from the crowd: "It's food, it must be food! There is poison in the food! Someone put poison in the food!"

Everyone was amazed.

Many people spit out the food in their mouths in a hurry...

But on the other end, Queen Alisa had a look of disbelief and bewilderment: "How can food be poisoned? Who poisoned it? Why?"

But there is no time for her to think slowly...

Those gathered here, waiting to receive the relief, and struggling to survive, seemed to be insane, and emotions of fear, resentment, and fear swept through the entire workhouse like a gust of wind!They also thought of those three questions, but in the extreme flustered negative emotions, they automatically and spontaneously gave almost terrible answers:

——How can there be poison in food?

— Someone poisoned.

——Who poisoned it?

—the one who gives the food.

--why?

——Because the dead no longer need food, they must not want to give food anymore, so they want to poison us to death.

As a result, the old, weak, sick and disabled people, under the threat of terrible death, went crazy and started attacking those imaginary enemies.

They are yellow and muscular, and they look like evil spirits, smashing and beating everywhere, venting their anger and fear.

Accompanied by the cries of children, the screams of women, and the poor cries of help from the elderly...

Everything is messed up!

The maids were terrified out of their wits by the dreadful sight.

The loyal lady-in-waiting Maggie immediately shouted: "Protect the queen! Protect the queen!"

The guards came at the sound and surrounded the queen hastily.

But due to the gap in the number of the two parties, and the presence of the queen, even if they are well-trained and armed, they dare not easily confront those mad mobs head-on for a while, so the only thing they can do is It is to protect the queen, fight and retreat.

With tears in her eyes, Queen Alisa stared blankly at the extremely tragic and chaotic scene in front of her.

She immediately begged loudly: "Everyone, calm down, please calm down and listen to me...Everyone..."

However, no one paid any attention.

The female officer Maggie held her desperately, crying and begging: "Your Highness, let's go, leave it alone!"

But Queen Alisa plucked up the courage and still wanted to try to stop all this.

But when she raised her head, she saw a staff member of the workhouse who was hit on the head by a stone, fell to the ground with blood flowing, and was trampled by countless people cruelly...

The poor queen shuddered twice, and finally panicked: "Damn, are these people crazy? Why are they doing this!"

Maggie didn't think about it at all, and took advantage of the Queen's no longer struggling violently, and under the protection of the guards and maids, she dragged her and ran out desperately.

The commotion continued until the mounted police arrived.

They arrived in a hurry and killed several people in succession before shocking a group of people.

Then, collect the corpses of innocent people who died tragically, those who should be imprisoned, and those who should be investigated!

It is worth mentioning that there is no poison in the food at all.

Those who fell first were not poisoned, but had the blight.

But this result, in the eyes of King Richard, is probably worse than being poisoned!

Just because poisoning only kills a few untouchables, but the arrival of an epidemic will affect the whole city and even the whole country.

That night, with the sound of the funeral bell...

The ominous comet also dragged its long tail and slid across the sky to join in the fun. Since then, it has officially announced the arrival of a terrible plague.