570

Sacrifice?

It was afternoon, and the faint fragrance of wheat wafted in the distant harbor.

At dozens of distribution points in the city, hundreds of thousands of people lined up to receive the free wheat.

The grains were golden and full, without any gravel or impurities, and they emitted a mesmerizing fragrance.

Only the granaries of feudal lords and nobles would have such good food.

Men supported their parents, women carried their children, and so on and so forth.

They had already learned to line up.

Even the number of defectors responsible for maintaining order was far less than last time. The citizens were still orderly, without any noise or noise. They were neither anxious nor shoving.

There were still some smart people who tried to collect it repeatedly. They were all recognized on the spot, deprived of their identity certificates, punished with flogging, and the food they had distributed was recovered and thrown on the streets as a warning to others.