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Walton's full name is Ben Ham Walton.

He has a middle name from the godfather. The surname Walton once had glory in the Kenyan Empire. Walton had a good life in his youth...until the Walton family went bankrupt.

The Age of Discovery that came 400 years ago brought about many changes in the world, for example, the emergence of new bourgeois aristocracy.

These new bourgeois aristocrats who made a lot of money from the great voyages and opened the door of the empire to grant honors with their rich wealth have the impact on the upper class of the Kenyan Empire. The most direct manifestation is that the fiefs are not enough.

The status of nobles who do not have a fief that matches their title is unstable.

In the past 400 years, whether it is the Kenyan Empire or other countries that participated in the great voyage, there have been more territorial wars in the country than in the first six hundred years since the new era.

The Walton family was defeated because of the territorial war - as a traditional aristocrat, the Walton family fought a ten-year territorial war with another wealthy new aristocrat around the same territory, until Walton's uncle was in charge of the family At that time, the Walton family, who still held the title of viscount at that time, could not even pay the [-] gold coins for the defeat compensation.

At a young age, Walton had to enter the church and become a night watchman who faced danger directly, in order to earn a relatively generous annual salary as a night watchman to make up for this compensation.

In his more than 20 years of career as a night watchman in the Karan Peninsula, Walton has come into contact with many things that he had no chance to touch when he was the young master of the viscount family, such as disasters and pervasive cults.

No one is born with a hard heart, and neither was Walton.

The Karan Peninsula has two cities, hundreds of small towns, and hundreds of large and small villages. Every year, a few to a dozen families suffer misfortune due to cult worship.

Walton has dealt with the tragic scenes of mothers burning their children to death, and witnessed the deserted agricultural villages due to the blind worship of evil gods; he personally executed the crazy believers who tried to sacrifice their relatives, and he also saw the disaster-affected towns with his own eyes. How did it go from bustling to bustling and bustling?

The family accident made Walton abandon the unrealistic fantasies of young people very early, and he knew very well that he was just an ordinary person.

People can only do what they can do-this is the survival creed that Walton has established when he became the night watchman in order to pay the defeat compensation owed by his family.

He can't change the world, but at least he can try his best to destroy those evil things that he can destroy and shouldn't exist in the world.

Knowing the difference in strength between the two sides, Walton had already given up dealing with the Nightmare Butcher; Walton thought he still had a way to bring down Charlie Rex, the illegitimate son of a nobleman who was using the Nightmare Butcher's cover to make trouble.

But now... Walton began to panic.

He vaguely felt that there seemed to be something wrong with his judgment...

Not far from the egg shop, there is another shop full of people.

This building has obviously undergone drastic renovation. The walls facing the street have been completely demolished, and support columns have been added. A waist-high counter is placed between the columns. Hollow baskets made of bamboo are closely arranged in the counter. Inside the baskets, full of chirping chickens and ducks...

Behind the counter, a young woman wearing the uniform of a town hall clerk held up a loudspeaker and shouted: "Chicken and ducklings that Mayor Ji Tang personally taught hatching techniques, four for ten copper coins, eight for minimum purchase!"

"Those who want to buy come here to line up first, and get the breeding manual and oxytetracycline... No one at home can read, so you have to memorize the main content before you can buy it!"

"It doesn't matter if you know how to raise chickens. You can't buy them if you don't carry them on your back. These are chickens and ducks that Mayor Ji Tang personally taught hatching techniques. What if they die?"

"Don't look here, go and line up!"

The customers here obviously had more problems than the egg store next door, and the clerk in charge of sales couldn't maintain a good temper... But the customers didn't care, they couldn't take their eyes off the live chickens and ducks at the counter.

Walton stood outside the crowd in a daze.

"Mayor Ji Tang" is the mayor of the undead here. At dusk yesterday, he deliberately ran to the gate of the town hall to look at the notice board... Anyway, from the photos, he couldn't tell the mayor from the undead wandering around. What's the difference.

Undead hatching chickens and ducklings... This description really made Walton not know how to react.

It is autumn now, and there are still two months before the coldest winter. This period of warm time is just enough for chickens and ducks to grow up.

Raise these chickens and ducks in autumn when it is relatively easy to forage, just as a reserve meat for winter.

To hatch so many chickens and ducks in batches with painstaking efforts, sell them to the locals at such a cheap price, and teach the locals how to raise these chickens and ducks... Even if Walton examines this matter with the most critical eyes , he also had to admit that this was a good thing for local farmers and townspeople with yards at home.

Walton raised his gaze and looked into the store.

The store was also very crowded, with two men in the uniform of the Security Force maintaining order and asking people entering the store to keep quiet; there was also an older woman standing in front of the people, holding a khaki powder in a small bottle what are you talking about...

The woman explaining this is obviously a local, and the common language also has a strong local accent, but it is not difficult to understand. After standing for such a short time, Walton can vaguely distinguish that she is telling people: How to judge Chickens and ducks are sick, how to use medicine and how much medicine to use after being sick; not only chickens and ducks can be used, but cats, dogs, cows, donkeys, and even people at home can also use it when they have fever, fever and diarrhea... But the dosage must be strictly controlled, and pregnant women Absolutely not.

Walton's expression was numb.

This kind of medicine that people can use is actually just a gift for buying chicken and ducklings, isn't it...

Going forward, Walton really couldn't even make the slightest expression.

This store, also opened by the town hall, is a shop with a wide range of goods. It is a... two copper shop.

A huge banner of "Two Copper Hypermarket" was hung on the front door, and a male clerk stood at the door repeatedly shouting "Two Copper for the whole store, Two Copper for every item, Two Copper for every item".

There are so many types of goods that three storefronts have been opened up, and the interior space of the store is still huge. Some goods have to be stacked on the shelves or packed in wooden boxes, and pulled to the gate for display.

Two coppers is not a small figure. Black (wheat) bread is enough to buy half a catty, and potatoes are enough to buy a whole pot... But the products displayed in this store are really too tempting. Compared with bread and Potatoes are also tempting.

Not only the townspeople and the wealthy villagers who have paid their taxes and sold their grains are frantically buying, even the farmers who are still queuing up to pay their taxes and sell their grains can't help but run over...

Two pieces of yellow soap tied with straw rope, two copper coins.

A bag of washing powder, two copper coins.

Towels, slippers, loincloths, two pairs of sleeves, thick socks, steel combs, mirrors, colorful hair ties and barrettes, colorful and even printed scarves, all kinds of glass or plastic Cups, plates, bowls and even smaller pots and buckets, steel spoons, spatulas, mops with wooden handles, iron hammers, sickle drivers, a whole box of iron nails, daggers and knives that are so bright that they can reflect people, Iron multi-purpose hooks that can be used behind the door, children's toys...all two coppers.

Walton squeezed into the store and walked around. When he came out... I don't know when he had a pen, a large bottle of ink, a [-]-page notebook with very comfortable paper, and a folded notebook. Razor, a box of razor blades, a nice checked handkerchief, two pairs of men's boxer shorts.

After paying the money and walking out of the store, Walton realized what he had done when the hot autumn wind blew onto the street...

Feeling the goods stuffed into four pockets, Walton turned his head with a complicated expression, and glanced at the bustling Ertong hypermarket.

He has no doubts at all—if this kind of hypermarket that people can’t walk out empty-handed once they walk in opens in Inadoli, within half a month, at least half of the grocery stores in Inadeli will have to close down. .

No, it's likely not just the grocery store that's going to be hit - this one has food and spices in it!

A small bag of salt (100g) the size of a palm, pepper powder and chili noodles packed in transparent plastic bags, dry noodle cakes in groups of four (without ingredients), one catty of vinegar, half a catty of spices and spicy strips Wait... only two coppers!

Walton saw the farmer with mud stains on his clothes coming out of the store carrying big bags and small bags, lovingly playing with the folding razor of the same model as him, and happily discussing with his family how to buy a new one. The certain goods of the company were sent to such and such relatives.

Walton saw a peasant woman counting the number of people in the family with her fingers, counting and choosing towels from the oversized towel display rack at the store entrance.

There is a dark-skinned rural girl who can't wait to tie the pink gauze scarf around her neck that makes her skin darker.

A half-grown child with black mud under his nails caressingly caresses the toys his parents generously bought for him.

Walton walked across the street and sat down on the steps, silently watching the customers who streamed in and out of the Ertong store.

The products in this store don't match these customers... At least in Walton's view, they don't match.

The delicate and generous folding razor with comfortable handle is held in the rough and dirty palm of the peasant, and the beautiful and colorful scarf is tied around the dark neck of the village girl. It is really a waste of money.

These items should be put on better shelves, in more stylish stores, and sold to decent people for ten... no, twenty times the price.

These commodities could have earned more money.

But Charlie Rex didn't do that.

He put these commodities in the township market and sold them to his subjects at unbelievably low prices.

In Walton's mind, the image of the silver-haired gloomy young man who had only met once and seemed to be secretly brewing a terrible conspiracy gradually became blurred...

Walton couldn't even decide whether the Charlie Rex he had seen was the bastard lord he knew.

Walton silently watched the Westam people coming and going, and suddenly became confused.

Out of Walton's sight... a male clerk riding a bicycle, sweating profusely, was parked in the alley behind the No. [-] Copper Store.

It was good to put the bicycle against the wall, and the male clerk took off the thick canvas bag tied to the frame, and hurried into the back door of the No. [-] Copper Shop: "Quickly, bring all the copper coins and silver coins, the ones at the town hall There are not enough coins!"

"Here we come." Two male and female clerks who were also sweaty came over holding a heavy money box together.

Using a wooden mold for quick coin counting, the money in the cash box was passed through. The female clerk wiped off her sweat and took out the ledger: "There are 180 silver coins and 2800 copper coins in total. Please sign the receipt."

The male clerk signed the signature, and the three weak clerks worked together to put the full box of copper coins and silver coins into the canvas bag, tied the canvas bag to the bicycle frame, and the male clerk rode the bicycle, shaking it send the money back to the town hall...

"Today I will do all the work of counting money." The female clerk who was in charge of the account collected the account book and joked with her companion, "When I was a child, I dreamed that I would count coins every day without doing anything, but now I know, It’s hard to count money.”

The male clerk also laughed: "That's right, the money is really heavy."

Just joking around, the two slender clerks once again threw themselves into the battlefield of the second copper hypermarket...

The products in the No. [-] Bronze Store were "wholesale" by Rex from Yang.

These daily necessities from the world’s factories are mostly priced at around RMB [-] to [-]. Putting them into the second copper store in this world, in addition to making money, they also have to take on the important task of recycling copper coins and ensuring the circulation of Westem currency. — After all, money is only valuable if it is in circulation. If local people make money but put it in jars and bury it in the soil, it will be worthless.

Well, the main reason is actually... Although Zhao Zhenzhen led casual players to earn a lot of gold coins, which can be used to settle all local taxes in Westem, Westem still lacks copper coins and silver coins - gold coins The denomination is too large, and it is useless in recycling farmers' grain.

If there are not enough commodities to return the money flowing to the people as much as possible, the town hall will have a money shortage.

Like these daily necessities, eggs are also responsible for the currency circulation.

At present, the chicken and duck hatchery in the town can only provide a large number of chicken and duck seedlings, and provide the public with free-range chickens and ducks to supplement meat consumption. It is still far from mass production of eggs, so...the eggs sold in the egg shop, In fact, they all come from major farms in G province of China.

How saturated is Huaxia's egg market?Just look at the endlessly emerging fraudulent gangs who are desperately sending eggs to attract people's heads. The stock of laying hens and egg production in China account for 39.25% and 42.04% of the world's total respectively, while the proportion of egg exports is very low, only accounting for 0.5%. The eggs produced by most farms can only be expected to be sold domestically.

Since 2015, the egg market in Huaxia has been saturated to the point where the balance between supply and demand is out of balance. During the Spring Festival in 15, the "value" of eggs in some areas fell below the four yuan mark... Note that it is four yuan per catty .

When Yang Qiu said that he wanted to eat large quantities of eggs, regardless of size, farm eggs were not required, and stale eggs that had been stored for a long time were fine, the salesman of the meat joint factory almost hugged his thigh and called his brother...

Of course, even if the main function of the commodities appearing in Westham Market is to recycle currency, the influx of these commodities has a huge impact on the lives of local people, especially a large number of cheap eggs.

Even Walton, who had a prejudice against Westem, had to admit this.

Malnutrition is common in most villages and towns in the world - you can't see a few fat people walking on the street.

The end of the bountiful autumn season is followed by winter.

Even though the Rhine Kingdom is located in the south of the central part of the continent, and the winter is not long, for the low-level people who suffer from chronic malnutrition and low risk tolerance, the two months of winter are still the most difficult time of the year Days are more difficult than April and May, which are incomplete.

One copper coin can buy three to four cheap eggs, and two copper coins can buy noodles (instant noodles without ingredients) and small bags of salt. I don’t know how many lives can be saved.

Only these two types of life-saving commodities can be exchanged for Westem with huge and rich intangible assets-trust from the public.

And the trust of the people is the most important wealth for the ruler of any plane, any country or region.

While the people of Westham are happily enjoying this more joyful autumn than ever before, the neighboring city of Innatrix has a different scene.

The Mule and Horse Market outside the North City Gate of Inadli, walking about 200 meters to the east, you can see a large slum area made up of extremely simple wooden shantytowns.

These densely built huts are next to the city of Innadli, but they do not belong to Innadli-the citizens of Innadli will not admit that these people are from their hometown. Pay population tax according to the income of the oldest male master in the family like the citizens... They basically have no money, and the greatest wealth is just a hut built of wood, stones, mud, bamboo chips and straw mats .

Also, people here don't have to pay agricultural taxes...because they don't own land.

Some of the people living in this shantytown were landless peasants—who owed the local lord food tax or other debts and were unable to repay, and the land was confiscated for mortgage loans, so they lost their land.

Some are servants, laborers, and laborers who have been dismissed by employers in the city because of old age, physical disability, illness, or mistakes—young and strong people can still find a home, even if they have a little problem; But if you lose your labor force, you will have nowhere to go.

Yes, there are criminals with a bad record—people who have stolen things, hurt people, or have other negative records, it is difficult to find a formal job in the city.

Some are poor people who cannot find a place to live in the city due to poverty and have to retreat step by step to the shantytowns outside the city—the cheapest daily rental apartment in Beicheng District also needs to pay a bed fee of five copper coins per day. For the impoverished groups with less than ten copper coins, after paying the bed fee, they may have no money to fill their stomachs.

Every autumn, people who still have a labor force in this slum will form a group, like some townspeople in Westham, go to the surrounding countryside to do odd jobs for farmers in the autumn harvest, and try to save enough for them to survive the winter. .

In October, these people who do odd jobs in the autumn harvest will come back one after another.With coins, and some food given by the farmer's employer-half a bag of wheat, a bag of potatoes or corn or something like that.

Today, there is such a group of people who do odd jobs in the autumn harvest and return to the slums together.

John, who had been working in the field for more than half of autumn, was dark and thin due to the continuous hard work for many days. He could not straighten up because of the heavy sacks of corn on his shoulders, but he still walked fast and fast. , looking up from time to time, looking in the direction of the slums.

There were already many people waiting in front of the slums, and when they saw casual laborers appearing on the road, they stood up and looked around.

John, who was walking in front of the returning crowd, was recognized by his younger brother. The little boy cheered "brother" and ran towards John with open arms.

Like his companions who also endured a lot of hardships and earned a lot of money and food, John, who returned to the shed home, was warmly welcomed by the family.

"Don't go anywhere these few days, and rest at home." John's mother distressedly brought clean clothes for her son to change into, and hurriedly opened the cabinet, took out a wooden bowl, and poured water into it.

"Understood mom." John changed his clothes obediently, and said excitedly to his mother, "Uncle Dake's harvest is very good this year. After paying the wages, he gave me an extra bag of corn, and weaved the corn to dry in the sun." , and then find a time to take it to the mill in the city to grind it, and there will be polenta to eat when the weather is cold."

Mother nodded with a smile. Seeing that no one was passing by the door, she quickly opened the pile of clothes by the bed, squeezed out a few grains of salt from a small bag hidden in the pile of clothes, and sprinkled them into the wooden bowl filled with water.

At first, John didn't understand what his mother added, so he took a sip from the wooden bowl, and then asked in surprise, "This, this is... Mom?"

Mother made a "shh" gesture, took two steps to put down the straw mat door curtain, closed the wooden door, and then whispered: "Be quiet, don't say it."

John hurriedly lowered his voice: "Mom, where does this salt come from?"

"It was given by a kind gentleman." The mother took out the small bag of salt from under her clothes and showed it to her son, "Look, what a good salt, such a bag can be used for a long time if saved."

John took a closer look, and with the dim light from the window, he found that the salt was actually very white and fine, much better than those sold in grocery stores in the city. He couldn't help but gasped: "Such good salt, Who gave it? Why should he give us salt?"

"It's someone I've never seen before." The mother shook her head and lowered her voice, "That gentleman just showed up last night... Very late, he was carrying a big backpack."

"I fell asleep when I heard someone knock on the door of our house and stuff came in through the window. I got up and saw it was this bag of salt."

"I quietly opened the door and looked out, and saw that man... He was wearing a very large cloak and carrying a large backpack, knocking on the door all the way, and stuffing salt into the windows of every house."

"When I saw him, he also saw me. He was very tall, but he was very friendly. He even made a quiet gesture to me, telling me not to scream..."

"I got up in the morning and went to ask people around. People in our area have received salt... Everyone calls him 'Mr. Salt'. I don't know if he will come again."

John took the salt from his mother. This small bag of salt was not much, about one-fifth of a catty of salt.

Although not much, such good salt is enough for their family to save for a month.

"Who would give salt to a family like us?" John was full of doubts. He hid the salt back in the pile of clothes under his mother's signal, and secretly made a decision, "I have to look at it tonight, this Mr. Salt Who the hell is it?"