When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 580 Representatives of Public Opinion

Sitting drowsily in the carriage, Bang felt a sudden shock on his butt. He put his head close to the door and saw an iron gate getting closer and closer.

With a shout of "Whoa" from the coachman, the carriage stopped in front of the three-story U-shaped building, about 9 meters high.

Compared with the "big shots" in the carriage, Jeanbon, as a small shot, naturally jumped off the carriage first, and the dyer Liporolle followed him.

Jeanbon was a wealthy armed farmer with more than 100 acres of land. Liporolle was a temporary replacement for his sick father, Liporolle, the head of the guild. He also had five younger brothers.

In terms of age, living standards and property, there is not much difference between Jeanbon and Lipolole, so the two are always subconsciously close to each other.

"Where is this place?" As the servant leading the way moved forward, Ranbang asked in a low voice.

Liporolle was obviously a man who had seen the world. He pointed to the sign next to him and said, "This used to be the White Hall, where ordained priests from other places lived. Now it's been transferred to us."

The place where the representatives of public opinion live will definitely not be located in a small hotel, but will be located in the White Hall facing the street next to the venue of the Constitutional Convention.

The monastery is not large, built with square stones, glued together with rice paste and egg white, and the exterior walls are painted with yellow ochre. It has about 90 rooms.

There were only 62 representatives of the people who arrived at Feiliu Castle to discuss national affairs this time, which was not enough to fill all the rooms.

There are only 62 representatives of public opinion on the surface, but in fact, there are more than just them who have gathered in Feiliu Castle.

Manor stewards of all levels, village heads, landlords of all sizes, merchants, notaries, craftsmen, priests who had returned to secular life... almost all the leading figures in Qianhe Valley came.

They wore silk robes and shook the lace on the cuffs of their linen shirts. They despised the peasants for discussing state affairs and regretted not having the chance to run for election as representatives.

During this period, rumors were rife in Qianhe Valley. One moment, it was said that the nobles were going to have their lands confiscated, the next moment, it was said that the merchants were going to have their properties raided, and the next moment, it was said that the farmers and citizens could actually make laws.

They naturally had to come to Feiliu Castle to find out the news, otherwise they would not even have time to run away.

At this time, many of them gathered at the gate of St. Shelley's Monastery. When they saw a new carriage coming, they immediately ran out from the shade of the trees and began to call their friends to inquire about the news.

"When will the Constituent Assembly be held?"

"From Lower Rivershire? I am from Lower Rivershire, too."

Knight Ovid and the two monks must have information, as they have their own internal information network, but it is impossible for them to tell those who don't know the details.

Entering the monastery courtyard, a dozen people dressed in upper-class clothes were sitting on stone tables, playing cards and turning their heads to look at the newlyweds.

"You are the representatives of Lower River County?"

A tall knight with his shirt collar open and reeking of alcohol stood up from the stone bench and placed the cards on the table.

Several representatives quickly smelled the scent of the extraordinary, and the scent of high-level extraordinary. Their originally arrogant expressions quickly turned into submissiveness.

As a knight with an empty title (a title without breathing skills), Ovid performed a court ceremony in a proper manner despite his bloated body.

This court ceremony obviously did not meet the approval of the knight, who snorted contemptuously: "People in Plain County are really sissies. My name is Steve, and I am the administrator of this monastery. Do you know why you are here?"

"Come to the meeting."

"Oh, yes, the Constituent Assembly. Do you know what will happen there?"

Liporolle subconsciously asked, "What?"

"We have driven away Prince Kongdai, and the next step is to establish a country belonging to us Kush people... burp..." Knight Steve burped, "I called you here to listen to your opinions, and then recognize the future monarch and swear allegiance. That's it."

"Isn't there still something to be done about legislation?" The head of the Stonemasons Association couldn't help but ask.

After a moment of surprise, Knight Steve smiled crookedly: "You are against the law made by your Highnesses. Who are you?"

He looked at these respectful representatives with disdain: "This war was not fought by you, and you have no credit at all. How dare you make laws? We mountain people have bled dry in this war, and you plain people are picking peaches?
Don't mention the Salvation Army, they are also mountain people, they just ran to the Plains County. Originally, His Highness Meliati was not going to let you mud-legged people come to make trouble. If it weren't for His Highness Saint Sun's insistence, you wouldn't even have the qualifications to see me... I really don't know what you are thinking..."

Knight Steve muttered something at last, then took out nine keys from his pocket and threw them over: "Here are the keys, divide them among yourselves, I still have a card game."

Several representatives, who were hit hard by the show of force at the very beginning, walked into the small building in embarrassment and looked for their rooms.

The room was a little shabby for Ovid, but adequate for Lippolole, and for Jeanbon it was a palace of the King of France.

Standing in front of the snow-white and soft bed, Bang was at a loss for a moment.

He walked around the bed several times and hesitated for nearly quarter of an hour before he made up his mind and gently moved his butt onto it.

The soft touch under his butt made Rangbang, who had slept on a wooden bed all his life, feel happy.

Even though he owns more than a hundred acres of land, a flood, drought or rice plague would force him to go bankrupt and have to borrow money.

It’s not that he can’t afford such a bed, but he needs to have enough savings to deal with disasters.

This was a habit passed down from his father; before becoming a landowner at the gentry level, one should not spend money lavishly.

"Boom boom boom——"

This made Bang jump up from the bed. Although he didn't know what he was nervous about, he was still very nervous.

"Open the door, Jeanbon, I am Liberole."

With an inexplicable sigh of relief, Ranbang opened the door. Lipolole was not polite at all. He put half a piece of gift cheese on the table and sat down on the soft big bed that Ranbang was reluctant to leave.

"Have you thought about what proposal to put forward?" Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Liporolle looked up and asked Jeanbon.

"Didn't you say that our opinions are useless?"

Liporolle waved his hand and said, "It's not that our opinions are useless, it's that our opinions are useless to Her Highness Meliati. His Majesty Horn is willing to listen to us.

I just heard from my friend that every morning, the monks of the Congregation of the Holy Fathers will come here and stay for the whole morning. If we have any suggestions and opinions, we can write them in a petition and give them to them.

If it is reasonable at that time, Your Majesty will help us raise it at the meeting."

Ranbang felt dizzy when he heard it: "What a hassle, do I have to write it? What petition are you going to write?"

"It is forbidden to steal skills. It would be best if the stealers were executed." Liberole gritted his teeth and complained, "The apprentices in my uncle's workshop stole the dye formula and craftsmanship and ran away to other cities.

The guild couldn't go to other cities to deal with him, so it could only pay to hire people to kill him. Those mercenaries often subcontracted the work and took the money without doing the work.

If it were a law, as long as he didn't run out of the Thousand Valleys, the Night's Watch would hunt him down, that would be more reasonable."

Jean Bonco did not understand what Liporolle said, and just said with a bitter face: "Then Knight Ovid..."

"What are you afraid of him doing? Catherine has already said that everyone will be equal in the future, and knights can no longer kill people at will." Liporolle pinched Jeanbon's shoulder, "Don't you want the Grand Duke to enact laws in the future to set a minimum grain price and ensure that there will be no losses every year?"

"Will this pass?" Bang's heart was pounding.

Liporolle shrugged. "If you don't submit it, it will never pass. You might as well give it a try."

Ranbang rubbed his hands excitedly at first, then he remembered something and said frustratedly: "But I can only barely read, I can't write."

"It's okay. Several craftsmen and farmers in Pingyuan County, as well as fellow villagers from outside, have formed a small society. Let's join them and they will help you write the petition for free." Liporolle raised a finger. "But they said that we are all together, and we can't write anything that will harm the members of the association."

"That definitely won't happen!" Ranbang shook his head quickly.

(End of this chapter)