Chapter 41 Salt and Iron_3

Only when the new government truly began to collect grain taxes could this small, impoverished, but tenacious regime be considered on the right track.

But plans could never keep pace with changes. Juan had fought a delightful battle, thoroughly enjoying himself, yet inadvertently opened up more than a thousand tiny cuts under the grain storage.

Prisoners were people, too, and all of them were adult men capable of eating and drinking.

There wasn't enough food.

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The atmosphere in the meeting room immediately turned heavy, and even Moritz could not help but look worried.

"Why all the long faces?" Winters laughed heartily, "We are pushing back the waves with a tsunami bearing down on us. It is normal to face difficulties; it would be abnormal not to. The greater the challenge, the greater the reward! Come next year's harvest, all of today's troubles will be solved."