When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 807: Xibaiha is afraid of birds
The city of Rapids at night was shrouded in the cold winter wind.

Meliati's earlier return did not seem to have much impact.

The pungent smell of coal smoke still lingered in the air, and the coal stoves in front of the shops still emitted dark red residual heat.

Pedestrians wrapped in hoods and felt hats walked hurriedly. Today there were an especially large number of horse-drawn carriages on the streets and small boats in the city's canals.

The destination of these pedestrians is mostly street pubs or cafes.

The yellow lights of the pub cast swaying shadows on the streets and alleys, and the wooden doors opened and closed with a creaking and swaying sound.

Pushing open the heavy cedar door, Bang walked into the bustling pub.

After the constitutional convention three years ago, the Canal Club, composed of representatives of Lower River County and local tyrants, was established.

Members of the Canal Club meet at a fixed tavern in the city at regular intervals.

The meeting place is now the Albu Tavern.

Run by an old soldier from Longsand County, the tavern has become a gathering place for radical citizens, small landowners, and guild leaders.

Some local figures who are interested in politics would hold newspapers and talk with their friends every day.

Handing the thick short cloak to the waiter beside him, Bang turned his head and looked into the room.

The stove was burning, the air was filled with the mixed smell of beer and peat, and the crowd in the room was noisy.

Craftsmen showed their hairy arms, and citizens slammed their tailor's rulers or rolled-up newspapers on the table.

"The situation in Qianhe Valley is becoming increasingly chaotic!"

"Miriati has been defeated, who else can we count on?"

"Xialv City has been lost. Not to mention the nobles who have been severely damaged, we, the representatives of the parliament, have to worry about the future of Qianhe Valley!"

"The voices of artisans and farmers need to be stronger. We can no longer rely on the nobles to represent our interests."

The noise was so loud that it made Bang's ears hurt.

Liporolle in the crowd raised his glass to Jeanbon, who immediately walked over quickly.

"Were you harassed by the military police or Yiheshu when you came here?"

"No, the military police just told us not to run around on the street after 12 o'clock and then let them go."

"At least Lord Rafael supports us." Lipolole explained to the people around him, "I think this represents His Majesty's intention in a certain sense..."

Looking at Liporolle who was talking so eloquently, Jean Bang just drank his beer one sip after another.

Ever since Meliati's defeat, her reputation has gone from bad to worse.

In particular, many citizens bought her bonds. First, there was the disastrous defeat at Gravel Plains and then the invasion of the Leia people, which meant they lost all their money.

Only the nobles were able to get their money back, which inevitably made the citizens and the Council of State representatives even more angry.

In the past, it was supported by Meliati's record and bloodline, but now both are crumbling.

No matter what, it was she who lost Xia Lucheng and defaulted on the war bonds.

This made the citizens even more dissatisfied.

If the citizens were merely dissatisfied, the small landlords, laborers and farmers who were tied to the 100-household district system were filled with fear.

After the constitution of the Thousand River Valley, small landowners and savvy farmers made class leaps by dividing up the assets of the church and the nobility.

They were happy when the land was divided, they were happy when they enjoyed low taxes and proposed bills, but they were no longer happy when the Leias invaded.

As for the laborers and farmers, it was like the sky had fallen. Many of them sold their land in the countryside and went to work in the city.

If the Leia people run back, they will become refugees.

Without the protection of the Thousand River Valley, if the Leia nobles invade, not only will we not be able to keep what we have now, but we may not even be able to keep what we had in the past.

Everyone was aware of the decline in the early stages of the war.

Fear, anxiety, doubt...all the emotions accumulated in their hearts, and they could only vent them through shouting and communication.

Even Rangbang felt an uncontrollable fear in his heart.

Relying on his status as a representative of the Advisory Council, he borrowed a lot of money from the bank and founded a horse-drawn seed drill rental company.

He gained great prestige among farmers because of his proposal to eliminate the dead hand tax.

If he could make the Bang brand horse-drawn seed drill popular quickly, he would be able to pay off the remaining loan in five years at most.

But just as the day was getting better, the Leia people invaded.

Not to mention his proposals to eliminate the agricultural privileges of the nobility.

It's all written in the newspapers. Look at the massacre in the military settlement area. They will be the next. Although it was just low-alcohol beer, the more he drank, the redder his face became, and even blood began to come out of his eyes.

"Damn it, how did Qianhe Valley become like this!"

"The Holy Sun has to strike hard and stop being submissive."

Feeling that the atmosphere was about right, Liporolle cleared his throat and said loudly: "Everyone, can Your Majesty really settle accounts with Meliati?"

The crowd was silent for a moment, then burst into discussion.

"Of course, he is the Holy Grandson!"

"Miriati's military connections are still there. Although the nobles have suffered heavy losses, they will never allow the Grand Duke to step down like this."

"Besides, I think given the Patriarch's noble character, if people think he is taking this opportunity to seize power, he will definitely not do it."

"Tomorrow is the Council of State's inquiry meeting, and His Majesty the Patriarch is still traveling with the Grand Duke... This is worrying."

Rumors had long been circulating in the city that His Majesty the Patriarch was planning to take action against the Grand Duke.

But judging from the intimacy between the two today, it doesn't seem like they are at odds with each other.

Lipolole shook his head: "Everyone, we must let His Majesty see that we support him and we are on his side. We need to take action."

Speaking of this topic, many people who were drunk suddenly sobered up.

Look at Lipolole's attitude, don't tell me he's planning a rebellion.

Liporolle slowly glanced around, his eyes sharp: "If the Leia people invade Rapid City, do you know what will happen?"

There was a brief silence in the tavern.

Lipolole's voice was low and firm: "All of us, all elected representatives, all those who support constitutionalism and the independence of the Thousand River Valley, will be hanged!"

In the silence, there was a continuous sound of swallowing saliva.

"Look at how those Leia nobles dealt with Hotam County?" Liporolle sneered, "They don't need a parliament, let alone the freedom of the Thousand River Valley!
If we don’t act now, we will die.”

The mood in the tavern became restless.

"Then what can we do?"

"Yes, Liporolle, what should we do?"

With a "bang", Lipolole did not expect that Bang stood up suddenly.

The former farmer was trembling all over, his face was indescribably hideous: "Everyone, at this point, we can't chat any more.

I have a petition, which is to launch a constitutional protection movement, to support Shengsun, and to defend Qianhe Valley! "

The previously noisy tavern became quiet and everyone was looking at Jeanbon.

Jeanbon, who had sold seed drills to countless people, had already developed a good eloquence. He jumped onto the table and shouted to the crowd:

"We will put pressure on the Council of State, on His Majesty Horn, and on the people of the entire Thousand River Valley to make our voices heard!

The Grand Duchess of Hema has lost the support of the people, and her failure has put the country in jeopardy!
We should demand that her position as despot and Knight Herman's acting despot be revoked, and that His Majesty Horn be made the hereditary despot of the Thousand Valleys!"

Seeing the crowd in a state of confusion, Liporolle jumped onto the table and warmly embraced Jeanbon: "Please count me in, Jeanbon representative. Only by uniting can we protect everything we have."

"Yes, please count me in."

"It's long overdue!"

Following Lipolole's lead, many club members present jumped onto the tables one after another to show their support.

Amidst the commotion, some people still raised doubts: "But there are still military settlements around Rapid City. Yiheshu is stationed nearby, and there are also noble forces..."

Lipolole sneered: "Do you think we have no allies?

In Longsand County, in Kasha County, in South Mound County... representatives from other places are now in Rapids City.

I can connect and persuade everyone who loves Qianhe Valley to express their views together."

With his right hand around Lipolole’s shoulder, Bang, the once honest farmer, looked even more ferocious: “Besides, we also have farmers, and everyone knows that I am friends with many farmers.

If Yiheshu or the Mountain Knights dare to take action, we will call on the Skitarii and the peasants to jointly defend the fruits of the war in Qianhe Valley."

At this point, the delegates and party members became excited when they recalled the reports in the newspapers.

At this moment, all the previously accumulated fear, suspicion and resentment turned into anger.

Whatever you do is better than nothing!
With red eyes, Jean Bang raised his glass and said loudly: "The Thousand River Valley belongs to us, to the patriots!"

(End of this chapter)