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Chapter 697 So vicious
The hot airship is gone, and the wine and food are here.

At the buffet, Count Weissen walked among the crowd, constantly reminding everyone of the importance of this military rations tender. He hoped that everyone would eat and drink well, leave behind happy memories, and take away generous orders.

"Grand Duke Weisen donated a large sum of money to His Majesty the King, specifically for purchasing military rations!"

Count Weisen suddenly dropped a big news without any rumors before.

This means there is a big extra piece of cake on the table, and how much you can get depends on your own ability.

For a moment, there was a flood of flattery.

Count Weissen is a traditional old aristocrat. If you can make him happy, anything can be done easily.

"Your name is Buxar, right?" Count Weisen came over. "Don't worry, you don't have to pay for the flagpole."

There was laughter all around. Many people heard that someone climbed up the flagpole this morning to see Grand Duke Wesson, but the flagpole broke.

"I'm sorry," said Buxar sincerely.

Count Weisen waved his hand and said, "It's not you who should apologize, it's me who should apologize. I've asked them to replace all the flagpoles here with the strongest wood!"

"Apology..."

He turned to his men and said, "Go take a look at the samples that Buxar brought. If there is no big problem, sign this big order!"

The people around were immediately shocked. In other words, as long as the second-rate products brought by Buxar were not too bad and looked acceptable, they could be sold as first-rate products.

Many people regretted it. If they had known this earlier, they would have climbed the flagpole themselves.

Count Weisen chatted with Boxa for a few words, then went off to continue chatting with others.

Marzuk came over and said to Buxa enviously, "Remember to call me next time you climb the flagpole."

"By the way, how about you help me sell the wheat here? I'll give you some money back."

Several more stewards came over and started muttering the same thing to Buxa.

The better second-grade items are second-grade items in his hands, but first-grade items in Buxar's hands, and he helps them sell them as first-grade items.

You can also mix the first-class products with the second-class products, or even some third-class products, and in Buxar's hands they will all be first-class products.

The profit brought by this price difference is so huge that someone did it last year and many people were tempted.

Buxar hesitated at first, but they gave him too much, and finally he said, "Just don't go too far."

Everyone raised their glasses to celebrate the pleasant cooperation.

At this moment, a group of burly men who looked like guards of various noble families approached Buxar from several directions, and then rushed forward. One of them even kicked Buxar's good leg hard.

"What are you doing..." the big man Buksa shouted, "I'm here..."

Before he could finish shouting, a bunch of smelly socks were stuffed into his mouth and his hands and feet were tied behind his back.

Buxar broke out in a cold sweat. Could it be that his undercover identity had been discovered?
Everyone started talking about it, and no one knew what had happened.

Count Weisen came over with a cold face, glanced at Buxar on the ground, snorted coldly, and then said to everyone: "Everyone come with me, and you will know what is going on."

People could see that something serious had happened, and they followed him to where each household stored grain samples.

The place was surrounded, with Count Wissen's men in the middle and others guarding the food on the outside. The men brought by Buxa were tied up and thrown aside.

Count Weissen asked a man who was guarding the outer layer: "Did anyone touch the wheat just now?"

The man was a subordinate of a baron, who was a close friend of Count Weissen. He smelled something and came over to say, "Answer all the questions Count Weissen asks you truthfully. Don't hide anything."

The man in question bowed and said, "Your Excellency, no one has touched the sacks and the wheat inside them."

"Sir, just now a gentleman came to check the wheat and found something wrong. He called the soldiers to guard the wheat and asked us to help watch outside."

Everyone understood that there was a problem with the wheat in Buxa, and it was a big problem.

Count Weisen said: "Please ask some experts who have studied wheat to help me check the wheat." Soon several people stepped forward.

A young butler came out and said, "My Lord, I am a graduate of the Agricultural College of Weissenburg University and a student of Baron Matthias. I have done research on wheat planting and diseases."

Some Rhine Alliance nobles on the west bank of the Elbe River knew him. He was born into a merchant family in Hammar City and was now one of Grand Duke Wessen's stewards in Hammar City. He was in charge of grain planting on the Wessen family's large farms here and had also helped other nobles deal with farmland pests and diseases.

Then another old earl stepped forward and said, "I graduated from the Agricultural College through correspondence courses. I think I can help, too."

Several nobles on the east bank of the Elbe River knew him. He didn't own a large territory, but he loved to tinker with strange things. Even at an old age, he had obtained several degrees from the University of Weissenburg through correspondence courses.

Several more people stepped forward, all of them with golden credentials from the University of Weissenberg.

Count Weissen had the wheat moved outside to a spacious lawn, covered with tape, and inspected it.

When the first bag of wheat fell onto the tape, several onlookers with good eyes and knowledge exclaimed.

Someone asked one of them, "What's the problem?"

The man replied, "Just now there were a few small balls of wheat half the size of a fist in the wheat. The wheat grains were all individual, and only the hyphae of the mold after they became moldy could bind them together."

The people around understood that the wheat was moldy.

Previously, Grand Duke Wessen was very annoyed because of the moldy military rations, and the pressure was put on Count Wessen, which led to the early bidding.

At this time, someone actually dared to bring moldy wheat. He was so bold.

"That's not right!" Someone who knows the business discovered the problem. "It's the time to harvest wheat now. Judging from the color of the wheat, it's new wheat, not old wheat. I guess it was bagged right next to the field."

"Maybe it wasn't exposed to the sun long enough, so the moisture content is higher and it is prone to mold. But it's only been a few days and the wheat is still hot. How could it be so moldy?"

Many people nodded. The temperature of the wheat is high right after it is harvested, and it will start to mold only after it cools down. It usually starts with just a few grains of wheat. It takes a lot of time for the mold to be so severe. It cannot be achieved in a few days.

Count Weissen had the moldy wheat put on a plate for the crowd to see, and someone exclaimed, "This is black silk disease!"

The mold on the wheat grew long black hyphae that crunched the wheat into a large clump. If it was not handled, the whole bag of wheat would soon become a large lump. In serious cases, all the wheat in the warehouse would be stuck together.

Some warehouses were poorly managed and the fire had already spread to the top floor when they were discovered. Not only was the wheat inside gone, but the warehouse had to be burned down before it could be used again.

"That's not right." The knowledgeable person asked the same question, "It will take at least half a year for such severe mold to develop."

But the facts were clear: all the wheat that Buxa brought showed signs of black silk disease, but to varying degrees.

The crowd of onlookers immediately started talking.

"Look at this!"

The people who were checking the wheat made a new discovery. A group of people stopped there. Count Weissen also rushed over, and the onlookers all stretched their necks.

Soon someone brought a plate and collected the black powder that had fallen on the tape, and then covered the plate with a layer of transparent plastic wrap, just like those who are preparing to put leftovers in the refrigerator to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

Anyone who knows the business will know what is going on at a glance.

"How vicious!" Someone shook his head and said, "He grinds moldy wheat into flour and sprinkles it into the new wheat, just like planting crops. It's not noticeable at first, but when the wheat gets mixed into the warehouse, it explodes after a while, and all the wheat in the warehouse is ruined."

"Fortunately, we came in time this time, and the wheat was not dried enough, so it had too much moisture and started to mold before it was discovered."

The news quickly spread in the camp and soon reached the city of Hanma.

Rudolf could no longer sit still. He was planning a major action, and at this critical moment someone poisoned the army's rations. How could he tolerate this?
Count Rank and others were ordered to form an investigation team, and under the escort of the Royal Knights and the Royal Mages, they rushed to Wisemburg to investigate the matter thoroughly.

At the same time, Rudolf sent Franz the Younger to personally lead a troop of the Wessen Army to the Dukedom of Courré to demand an explanation.

Buxa: "I didn't do this...Ah!"

Count Weisen: "Still quibbling! Increase the voltage!"

I have been chasing a payment these days, and I am exhausted. The other party didn’t expect that my chat history in 2017 was still on my old phone. Now I will postpone it to next month.

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(End of this chapter)