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The Southern lawmakers were like a swarm of headless flies that had suddenly lost their leader.

They urgently summoned their staff, frantically searched through letters from the past few years, and kept stuffing things into the fireplace.

Any evidence that proves you had a relationship with Smith is sufficient.

Burn them all!

The fireplace quickly burst into flames.

Thick smoke rose up the chimneys to Capitol Hill.

Congressional guards rushed to the scene, initially thinking there was a fire.

In addition, many Southern lawmakers chose a different path.

Cutting.

Cut it up overnight.

Yesterday afternoon, they also called Smith the conscience of the South, the guardian of the cotton industry, and the last bastion of traditional values.

It's tonight now.

Smith suddenly became an ordinary colleague they didn't know.

Many lawmakers convened reporters overnight to deliver speeches.

"Senator Smith and I only exchanged a few words during committee meetings."

"I know absolutely nothing about the Waterley Valley!"

"Many of my colleagues in Congress attended Smith's birthday party that year, and I can't name them here, but I can assure you that I absolutely did not go!"

At this moment, a reporter with a good memory raised his hand.

"But, Mr. Congressman, I remember it was Smith who didn't invite you?"

"nonsense!"

The congressman shouted, "That's just Smith trying to smear my reputation because he couldn't get me to come!"

Such things are happening across the Federation tonight.

However, cutting Smith is easy.

Cutting the agricultural bill is not that simple.

Smith had previously been giving a long-winded speech on the radio.

They say the local committee understands the land, and professional matters should be left to professionals.

And now, the events in the Waterley Valley have proven the South's expertise.

They were indeed professionals in imprisoning slaves and forcing labor.

The next morning.

The Senate Agriculture and Forestry Committee held an emergency meeting.

Smith's seat was empty; no one dared to sit there.

A lawmaker just stated, "We should still respect Southern traditions..."

Swish

All eyes immediately turned to him.

The congressman immediately fell silent.

Without any pause, his attitude changed immediately.

"But bad traditions should be discarded without hesitation!"

He raised his fist, his expression righteous and awe-inspiring.

"I am mortal with slavery!"

After saying this, the congressman sat down silently.

He swallowed back all the words he wanted to say.

Their previous insistence no longer exists.

All the reasons used to block the agricultural bill have become boomerangs.

One after another, they attacked him.

At the end.

The committee could no longer think of any reason to prevent the implementation of the agricultural bill.

Smith's request to include local review clauses in the draft was also quietly withdrawn.

It was as if that amendment had never existed.

……

White House.

Hattie appeared at the door of Eleanor's office, carrying a small knitted figurine.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Hattie pushed open the door and went inside.

Eleanor was reading the day's newspaper, the table piled high with front pages.

He looked up and glanced at the little yarn figure in Hattie's arms.

"what is this?"

"A gift for you."

Hattie smiled sweetly, "You worked so hard yesterday, I was cheering you on the whole time over the radio!"

"Oh?"

Eleanor took the yarn figurine, and it turned out to be herself?

Moreover, the craftsmanship is exquisite, with suits and curls provided.

"Well done!"

Eleanor sincerely praised, "Thank you, I really like this gift."

He put the yarn figurines into a drawer and kept them as a keepsake.

Hattie breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

very good!

Let bygones be bygones. From now on, I and Eleanor will still be good friends.

And just as they were speaking.

Congress has sent an update.

The Senate Agriculture and Forestry Committee has formally withdrawn its review of the amendment.

Several previously undecided lawmakers have also publicly expressed their support for direct oversight by the Department of Agriculture.

Hattie read the message.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head.

She hadn't expected that the obstacle that had troubled her for so long would be the same one.

They vanished without a trace overnight!

"So...we won?"

Hattie asked, "But we haven't solved any of the problems they raised."

"But we dealt with the people who raised the questions."

Eleanor put down his newspaper and looked out the window.

A large crowd has spontaneously gathered in the square outside the White House.

They were holding newspapers and signs.

The shouts grew louder and louder.

"Pass the Agriculture Bill!"

"Federal oversight of Southern farms!"

"We don't want another Waterloo!"

By this time, statements from the southern states had already been issued.

The reactions were very consistent.

They emphasized that the crimes committed in the Waterley Valley were committed by only a very small number of people.

It absolutely cannot represent the entire South.

But these statements have just been published.

He was then ridiculed by countless people.

Ultimately, it was Smith's behavior last night that was truly ironic.

He had just finished praising the beauty of Southern traditions when the story of the slave labor camps was exposed.

The public will naturally feel that they have been fooled.

Since one Smith is like this.

How many Smiths are hidden throughout the South?

Previously, the South was an impenetrable fortress, refusing any federal officials to intervene at the grassroots level.

But now, Smith himself has created a breach in this local system.