When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 897 Hunger
"absurd!"

Despite Denosov's confidence, the petition failed even to pass the Senate's secretariat.

The privy monk took a look at it and threw it on the ground as if it were garbage.

The dozens of onlookers were suddenly in an uproar.

"What are you yelling about? Be careful, I'll call the night watchmen to take you all away." The monk glared at them.

Proposing to re-elect an autocratic president, is that a joke?
Indeed, Horn has not completely abolished the autocratic prince so far, but has only taken over the entire Thousand River Valley as a wartime pope.

This is indeed a problem in terms of legal process.

This was mainly to appease the mountain knights and nobles, tell them that there was still hope, and give them a way out.

The so-called despot is just a phantom title and an honorary position.

The Empire originally denied it but now does, while the Holy Alliance originally acknowledged it but now ignores it.

In the petition delivery room on the first floor of the Duomo Cathedral, the monk glared at the group of citizens and said, "This is an emergency. Please don't make trouble for me."

The leader of the delivery crowd stepped forward, and it was none other than Lipolole, who had helped in the Bloodless Night.

He picked up the petition and said, "According to the Provisional Regulations of the Advisory Council, petitions signed by more than 5,000 citizens must enter the review process."

"What?" The privy monk sitting behind the desk felt amused. "Look at what you said in your petition. You said Your Majesty violated the law. It's ridiculous."

“Why is it ridiculous?”

"Where did the news of the Leia people's request for peace come from? Not to mention, the so-called re-electing a despot can make the Leia people withdraw their troops is simply bullshit."

"This is a normal demand. Regardless of whether it can be passed or not, I just hope it can enter the process and be placed on the desks of the representatives."

"Impossible, please don't waste the administrative resources of the Holy League, okay?"

After taking a deep look at the monk, Liporolle, whose face had become much thinner, memorized the monk's face.

"You will regret this!"

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"We want bread, not war!"

"There is clearly food on the ship, why aren't you letting us eat it?"

At the end of the plank road, flute-shaped barges rose and fell with the waves, and rows of gendarmes armed with grappling hooks and iron-clad short sticks formed a human wall.

The crowd surged in front of the gendarmes' wall, and the workers and poor citizens stuck their heads out from under the gendarmes' shoulders and armpits.

They stretched their necks as far as possible, as if they could reach the food that was within reach.

But the soldiers who were transporting military rations didn't even look at them, they just loaded bags of wheat flour from the transfer warehouse into the cabin.

"You blood-sucking devils." A citizen picked up stones and threw them at the soldiers who were carrying the garbage.

But these soldiers just glanced at them indifferently and continued to move the things.

The citizens, who had been eating potato root porridge and sweet beans for too long, were so hungry that they almost forgot the sacrifices they had made.

Potato root paste and sweet beans can only keep you from starving to death, but they are not enough to provide enough calories for activities.

So far, everyone has lost weight due to hunger, and some have even become sick.

This feeling of hunger has turned into panic as prices have risen.

Not only were nobles, guilds, and merchants hoarding goods, but even ordinary citizens were hoarding them.

Most of the food from the county and township monasteries has been used to support the front lines, and there is not much left.

This panic quickly turned into rumors and anger, and then erupted completely after the rumor that "the Senate rejected the Leia people's peace proposal."

"No more war, there's no need to fight, we want bread."

"King Jinigis has forgiven the Holy Sun. There is no need to fight anymore."

"Withdraw the troops and return the bread."

Since the beginning of the war, despite the support of the Franks and the manipulation of the Holy League of Cardinals, the daily price increase has not been fierce.

But with the nobles adding fuel to the fire and Horn's second conscription, rising prices were almost inevitable.

The soaring prices led to a sharp decline in orders for various private economies, such as the service industry and non-essential goods workshops. A large number of workers were transformed into urban poor. Those who were brave enough joined the army, while those who were not brave enough had to work as day laborers.

The higher the prices, the fewer people will buy goods, and workers will lose their jobs and will not be able to afford food.

It must be said that this was indeed a work error on the part of the entire Congregation for the Adoration of the Holy Fathers, the Conference of Cardinals, and even Horn himself.

Horn does not have a mind control tower that can brainwash all farmers and laborers with a single click.

The Holy Father's Church does not have enough staff to go door to door and explain the current situation.

In the eyes of many ordinary citizens and farmers, they were sending their children to the battlefield and then requisitioning their food.

Didn't we say that when the Saint came, we wouldn't have to pay taxes? Why did we pay so much taxes when the Saint came?

Solving this problem is actually very simple, and the Holy Court is still making progress.

Simply put, there are four directions of agricultural projects: improved varieties, fertilizers, water conservancy and pesticides.

The two monasteries of the Holy Hoe and the Holy Scythe were used to regulate food distribution and promote agricultural technology.

However, like most problems Horn faced, the enemy came too hard and too fast, and they didn't have time.

This resulted in the citizens being left begging for food whenever the Saint's grandson made a mistake.

"Go home! Please go home, everyone!"

An unexpected person shows up, a former farmer's representative who lets Bang jump onto the wooden boxes stacked in a pyramid shape.

"You told us to go home, but there is nothing in our house."

"Yes, you are rich and can afford bread, but we are starving to death."

Standing on a wooden box, holding a tin trumpet, Bang shouted at the top of his lungs: "Everyone, the food problem is only temporary..."

Before he could finish his words, a piece of mud hit him hard on the forehead.

Starting with this mud, sludge, feces and even bricks were thrown at Rangbang.

"The war in the Holy League is at its most intense. Please be patient. We..." Ranbang's face was covered with stains from being hit by mud.

"What should I endure? Why should I endure? Is the Saint Grandson my grandson?"

"I don't care whether the Holy League wins or loses. I just know that I'm hungry and I want to eat bread."

"I want the Holy League to win, but I'm starving to death. You have to let us live first."

There are extreme people, reasonable people, and even rational people who like to lead the trend in the crowd.

Ranbang was beaten black and blue, and his body was covered with several pieces of dog shit and mud, but he was still shouting: "Our club has raised funds to buy food from Black Snake Bay and France. Please wait a few more days and let the military food ship leave first..."

Before Ranbang could finish, he heard someone shouting, "Look."

At some point, a large square-headed barge appeared on the river, swaying forward, and violated regulations by entering the canal that was reserved for military food ships.

Jeanbon realized what was going to happen. He jumped off the box, pointed over there and shouted, "Quick, stop it."

The grain ship hurriedly turned the rudder to dock, but it was still a step too slow and the stern was hit head-on by the barge.

The grain ship lost control. The crew screamed and tried to control the rudder, but the bow still rushed straight towards the shore.

Seeing the shadows of the bow and mast approaching, Bang finally remembered to shout, "Run!"

The gendarmes also pushed the citizens away.

"boom--"

Wood chips flew everywhere, the pier was broken into pieces, and the crowd was hit by iron nails and wooden boards and fled in all directions, holding their heads to avoid danger.

It was not until the grain ship stopped that people began to look around.

The huge bow of the ship smashed the wooden fence of the dock embankment and docked on the shore like a giant whale.

The citizens who had attacked the dock stood up, and before the gendarmes could stop them, they heard someone shouting, "Robbery!"

Like zombies, the citizens rushed to the cabin.

As for Rangbang, he was staring at the river in a daze. The pier was broken, the square-headed barge sank, and the river was blocked.

(End of this chapter)