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Chapter 219, Do you know the seriousness of the matter? !

Everything Cohen Puglia has seen and heard since he set foot on the journey home is beautiful.

All the while he imagined his future life.

But what he didn't expect was that the disharmony he heard for the first time came from his own home.

So my house is on fire?

He suppressed the anger in his heart, stopped outside, and listened to the conversation inside continue to float out.

"... The borrowing fee for farm machinery, land tax, and head tax. Your family has reduced the amount you have to pay as much as possible. Don't be ignorant of flattery."

"Thank you, master, thank you, master... But..." His father's rather cowardly voice came from inside, "The bulletin board posted in the village before, and the official from the provincial capital, don't you mean that these are free of charge Is it true? They say that we will all be agricultural workers in the future, and we will receive benefits and subsidies, all of which are our own. They say that the means of production are publicly owned and can be used by everyone. And the food produced is not ours, it is all public. Yes, what we get is our own benefits and allowances...why do we need to use our own allowances to pay these expenses?"

"Hey, old Puglia, you can speak well now, can't you?"

"The master who came from the provincial capital, one or two years ago, all of them had mud legs, so he deserves to be called a master?"

"Is there any announcement, you go and see now, is there any announcement posted on it now?"

Another burst of yelling came.

Corn Puglia's face became extremely cold, but his eyes were hot as if they were about to breathe fire.

He turned his head halfway and looked at Momo, as if asking what was going on.

Momo's expression is a little embarrassed, and his eyes are wandering.

He hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I don't know, why did I just meet someone from the master who came to your house today... Then what, Brother Keen, I have other things, I will help you Put it here, let's talk later..."

Obviously, this guy named Momo didn't really want to get involved in this matter, so he ran away in no time.

Pulia didn't have time to hold him back and ask any more questions. In the room, his old father's voice sounded again:

"But... my son is coming back soon. Cohen went to fight for the governor and broke his hand. We have to keep the remaining allowance of our family, otherwise what will we do in the future... ah..."

Before the words were finished, there was a clear and crisp sound of 'pop', and my father's screams.

"Shame on you, right?"

Hearing this, Cohen's heart was already full of rage, and he didn't have the courage to wait outside any longer.

He slammed the door open and entered the house.

After a quick glance, he saw his younger siblings who were huddled in the side room, peeking through the door; he saw his mother sitting beside him crying, and he saw his father who had just been slapped and covered his face. I saw three arrogant men.

He knew these three people.

They are all the so-called 'Master', the servants of the former manor owner of the Slightly Hot Farm.They don't plant the land, don't work, they concentrate on serving the owner of the manor, Mr. Zikering, who used to be the leader of the manor militia.

Now, Master Qi Kelin no longer has ownership of Weire Manor, but he still relies on the policy when the alliance reorganized the Green Valley Mutual Aid Association, and transformed himself into the chief executive of Weire Farm.And the male servants in the past, under its operation, became civil servants in the village and township administrative unit of the farm.

Outside the door, Puglia had probably understood the whole story.

It is nothing more than Qi Kelin and his henchmen who still regard Weire Farm as their private property; those who stay on the farm and do not move away are still his servants.

The so-called agricultural machinery use fee, land tax, head tax...these are all not available in the alliance, but this guy has set up his own name and collected them with the administrative power of the government.

And will the taxes and fees collected be handed over to the alliance?

That obviously won't.

Even, they dare not touch the output of the land.Because after the Beiqinggu reform, all the land is state-owned, how dare they take things from the Union government?

But from the serfs... oh, now it is in the hands of agricultural workers, and they still have the guts to extort their allowances and their welfare rations.

And it's huge.

Now, Puglia is very angry.

He was not only angry at the unbearable treatment his family received, not only at the slap his father received, but also at the subversive challenge to his ideals.

Although he only spent a few months in the army, he deeply agrees that he paid his half-disabled body as a price to fight for the happy life of all the Starlings, and to break the cannibalism formed in the wasteland environment. environment, in order to rebuild a beautiful home.

This is a glorious mission, and it is a pity that he cannot continue to fight for this great cause in the army.

And when he returned to his hometown, in another way, when he continued his great career in his hometown, he saw this scene.

This is a betrayal of the alliance's philosophy, a subversion of the governor's declaration, and a humiliation to countless people who have gone through fire and water for the entire planet!

He asked calmly in anger, "Who hit my father?"

The person in the lead looked up and down at this semi-disabled man with a completely different temperament, and had some impressions: "Cohen?"

"It's me, who just moved his hand?"

"I'm moving, how is it?" A person appeared next to him.

With a crisp sound of 'snap', Puglia's intact left hand slapped across the face.

It is true that he has broken his hand, but he has been trained in the magical new barracks, and has worked on the battlefield for three months with real knives and guns. He is a veteran who has seven or eight lives in his hand. A sharp knife that can be selected for difficult tasks like bunkers.

The lost hand is gone, but the remaining one is still very strong.

The man was prepared, but he still couldn't hide, couldn't stop him, he was slapped solidly, and he was slapped directly on the ground, unable to stand up.

Seeing this, the other two rushed directly towards Puglia.

But the two of them were not the opponents of Puglia, a semi-disabled veteran. They were knocked down by one hand.

In the end, the three of them could only support each other and run away.

"It's great to go out to be a soldier for a few months, isn't it? He came back with a broken hand and a blind eye, a cripple! Just wait for me!"

Before leaving, I didn't forget to put down a cruel word.

...

After those guys were beaten away, the younger brothers and sisters hiding in the house ran out and hugged the elder brother from left to right; the father put down his hands and saw that he had been away from home for many months. The son, whose face has also changed greatly, didn't know what expression to show; the mother wiped her tears, walked up to him, stroked his stump, and half of his injured face, weeping uncontrollably.

Cohen Puglia comforted his younger siblings and sent them back to his room, so he had time to have a good chat with his parents.

At this moment, my mother had put away her tears, but when she saw his right hand, she still showed a sad expression: "At that time, you shouldn't be allowed to be a soldier!"

"Come on, Mom." Cohen said with feigned ease, "I never regret being a soldier. There are more people like us in the East who need help, and we are going to liberate them. Besides, I Although I couldn't come back with all the needs and needs, I came back anyway, and the army's policy is also very good. I brought a lot of pensions, enough for us to renovate the house, buy a lot of things, and buy our own farm machinery... I am still at the rank of E9, which is higher than most of the people in the farm, and my life will be easier in the future."

"I'd rather you have nothing at all than that pension."

Cohen had expected his mother's reaction.A mother who loves her son must be like this.

He could only continue to persuade with good words, and his mother's mood gradually improved.

At this moment, his father said worriedly: "Today, you beat off Master Qi Kelin's people, and they will not let it go."

Cohen turned his head and replied: "Well, I think so. However, now is the alliance's world, not the time for him to cover the sky with one hand. I will write a letter later, and when a caravan passes by, I will send it to Beitan The Veterans Security Bureau in the city, they will take care of it."

When he said this, he seemed full of confidence.

He really did think so.

"What will happen then?"

"That Qi Kelin will definitely be punished, and our entire farm will no longer have to be oppressed and bullied by him."

Hearing this, his father did not become happy. Instead, he sighed and said, "If you want me to say... Otherwise, let's give them the money, and at most we will make amends to those who were injured by you today." Apologize? If you know that you have so much pension and retirement money, and the little allowance they ask for is not much, just give it to them..."

"What are you talking about?" Cohen was very dissatisfied, "How can you encourage that bastard's arrogance? Although the pension is generous, it was bought by me alone, and there is no more for them! You two This allowance is earned from hard work in the fields, no amount of it can be given to him!"

Old Puglia wanted to say something, but was stopped by his son: "Okay Dad, don't say any more, I'll write a letter right away, that guy won't be jumping for a few days."

Afterwards, the Puglia family put aside their troubles and had a reunion dinner, and chatted together for a while.

He also wanted to help his mother clean up, but was stopped.

"You are all like this, why do you help, go and rest."

Cohen didn't force it, and returned to his room.

The newly built wooden house at home is not small.In order to facilitate going to the field to do things, the wooden house is located on the edge of the manor, with a large open space around it, and because the wood is very cheap in special times, so the problem of children getting married was considered when it was built. The area is not small, and many are divided Room.

Back in the room, Cohen took out the pen and paper he brought back and started writing.

Before leaving home, Korn Puglia knew only a few words and was considered semi-literate; during the few months in the army, he also made a lot of progress in culture.The troops also distributed stationery to them, including diaries, pens and ink.

It is a bit difficult for Cohen to write an article full of flowers; but it is not a big problem to write things clearly with heart and common words.

It's just that the writing is slow, but he has nothing else to do now.

He recorded in his diary in detail what he saw and heard on the way back home, the infuriating things he encountered when he returned home, and his thoughts on it.

Seeing the great changes in Beiqinggu area along the way, happiness and anticipation arise spontaneously;

Seeing the legacy of the old age, the anger and pain when it was still on the tepid farm;

The spurning of these shameful people, and the expectation of the alliance;

He wrote a lot of words eloquently, and it took a long time. It was already late at night, and he was still writing under the light.

He wants to put all these things into words.

At that time, it should be feasible to tear off this part of the diary and pay some allowances to the driver to help deliver the letter when the van passes by.

If it doesn't work, just go to Chatan City by yourself.

Anyway, the road is smooth now, and it only takes two or three days.

I just worry about whether my parents will be in danger if I am not at home.

Just as he was thinking, he heard a strange movement outside.

Just out of the army, his alertness is still there.

He opened a gap in the window, looked out, and saw the aberration.

There are no high-level goods, they are all ordinary cannon fodder aberrations with melee capabilities, but at a glance, there are at least twenty of them!

Why are there so many aberrations that almost surrounded their house?

He conveniently threw the diary under the bed, then got up quickly, intending to wake up his family.

But at this moment, the fastened wooden door of his house was smashed open.

He looked over and saw a somewhat familiar figure running away in a hurry.Before he could chase him any further, two aberration monsters with ropes tied to their bodies, but which had been loosened at this moment, rushed over from the door.

Cohen subconsciously wanted to draw his gun to fight, but at this moment, he was neither unarmed nor handed.

...

"The story I want to tell is over."

Milia de Jong let out a long breath and closed the diary in her hand.

She and her teammates are from the team code-named 'Demon Hunter' directly under the Supreme Court of the Alliance.There are 20 people in their team, and they are responsible for going south to investigate the corruption in Beiqinggu Province

Milia de Jong raised her head and stared at her brother-in-law in front of her.

"Chief Jason Morgan, what do you think after hearing this story?"

Because of the busyness of the past few months, Jason Morgan, who had started to grow gray hair at a young age, put his slightly trembling hands off the table.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "I am very sad."

"anything else?"

"I'm very sorry."

"anything else?"

"I feel guilty."

Miria de Jong slammed the table and said: "It's all perfunctory! Do you know that within your jurisdiction, there are large-scale incidents of dereliction of duty, corruption, and even officials murdering civilians?! What I said This matter is definitely not an isolated case in the 300 million square kilometers of Beiqing Valley! Do you know the seriousness of the matter?!"

(End of this chapter)