89. Harvest Goddess

"Rob! They are the ones who are driving up the price of bread!"

  In the town of Leman, there were robberies and vandalism everywhere.

  People picked up stones and sticks and smashed the glass of the bakery piece by piece. The air was filled with the smell of "freedom".

  Rudolf felt unreal after eating and drinking in the Jazz Castle yesterday and now seeing the hungry and angry crowds on the streets.

  It was also the first time that Rudolf saw the flustered Sheriff Claude.

  All the people in the police station went out and rushed to the streets to maintain order on the streets.

  The hungry people were really crazy.

  Many people in the town of Leman rushed to the bakery. They smashed the doors and windows of the bakery, rushed into the bakery, dragged the bakery owner to the street, and beat him up.

  After beating the bakery owner, the hungry people were surprised to find that there was not much bread in the bakery.

  There was no bread in the bread cabinet, no bread in the kitchen, and no bread in the food store.

  "Tell me! Where is the bread? Did you hide it and deliberately sell it to us at a high price?"

  The bakery owner picked up his knocked-out teeth and cried,

  "I also have to buy wheat flour to make bread. Without wheat flour, where can I get bread?"

  A bald man kicked the bakery owner hard, knocking out two more teeth and making the bakery owner's mouth full of blood.

  Rudolf has been looking for bald people these days, and now he suddenly saw a bald man, but he didn't know how to start. Because... there are suddenly a lot of bald people.

  At this time, many people who participated in the riot had glaring bald heads.

  This is not a popular hairstyle, but a group that has emerged, and they use a unified image to distinguish each other.

  Rudolf rushed into the crowd and wanted to pull the poor bakery owner out.

  He exerted force with his arms secretly, and instantly pushed three or five people away, and saw the bakery owner lying on the ground.

  If he didn't save the boss, he might really be beaten to death.

  Rudolf sat on the bakery owner's body in one step, blocking the angry people around him, and also wanted to pull the bakery owner up.

  Fists and kicks hit Rudolph again and again, but Rudolph couldn't dodge. The people around him were killing him, and the bakery owner now had broken ribs.

  Rudolph couldn't fight back either, because many of the people who were smashing and destroying were really hungry.

  Not to mention them, the police station doesn't have much food now. Not only is there no breakfast, but even lunch and dinner are not enough.

  The bakery owner turned his head and saw with his cracked eye sockets that someone jumped on his head. This prevented him from being beaten again.

  "Patrolman... Is it Patrolman Rudolph..."

  The bakery owner could hear Rudolph's back being kicked again and again.

  If Rudolph didn't have a physical sharing contract and muscle enhancement, he wouldn't be able to resist these few blows.

  Other people in the police station wanted to step forward, but they couldn't squeeze in.

  Among those who beat people, the bald men were extremely excited.

  Just when Rudolph didn't know what to do, gunshots suddenly came from the street.

  The shot was definitely not fired by anyone from the police station. Before setting off, the sheriff said that shooting should not be done unless absolutely necessary.

  The Alchemy Council encourages people to carry guns and to use guns to resist the rule of the nobles. Therefore, everyone can buy guns and bullets.

  Gunshots swept through, and screams of fear were heard on the street.

  Hitting people with fists and hitting people with guns are two completely different concepts.

  The crowd fell into panic and ran in all directions, running away from the sound of gunfire.

  The rioting bald heads also fled with the crowd.

  Rudolph grabbed the bakery owner's shoulder and dragged him into the bakery.

  Yvonne finally squeezed through the crowd and entered the bakery.

  "You rest here first, I'll come back to see you later."     The bakery owner's mouth was full of blood and he was in pain. He couldn't speak. He saw two patrolmen leaving the bakery after the robbery and cried alone.

  "Where's the sheriff?"

  "The sheriff went to deal with the riots on other streets!"

  Rudolph took out his pocket watch, wanting to know who fired the gun, but the streets were in chaos and he couldn't tell who had the gun.

  "Don't worry about the shooter first, go find the bald guys first!"

  "Bald guys?" "

  There was no tradition of bald guys in Leman before."

  Rudolph found three bald guys walking together and followed them immediately.

  After someone fired a gun, the nature of the situation changed. The bad situation before was now much simpler because people dispersed.

  The result of encouraging gun ownership is that once someone goes crazy and shoots on the street, most people can only run for their lives and no longer care about smashing bakeries.

  The three bald guys rushed all the way out of the town.

  While chasing, Rudolph asked in confusion: "Yvonne, is the police station's control over the town so weak? When did so many bald heads come out?"

  "Those bald heads look unfamiliar, they don't look like people from the town. I see from their hands and skin color, they look more like farmers."

  Hearing that they looked like farmers surprised Rudolph.

  The farm would employ many farmers, who were far away from the town. If the farmers made any noise, the police station in the town would not be able to know about it in the first place.

  Following the three bald heads all the way, Rudolph came to a small river.

  At this time, by the small river, three bald heads stood behind a woman. Behind the woman, there were 5 or 6 bald heads, and some people holding sticks or other blunt objects.

  In front of the woman, dozens of farmers were kneeling.

  Rudolph lay down not far away, listening carefully to what they were doing.

  Poems were heard over and over again in the air.

  "I sow in the spring, sowing other people's land.

  I water in the summer, but not my wheat seedlings.

  I want to fly with the wind, but I can't leave the soil.

  I harvest in the winter, but I have nothing after harvesting.

  I have no ropes around me or shackles around my neck, but I am still like a prisoner who cannot escape.

  I work hard every day, but I get a lot of work.

  Now, even filling my stomach has become a luxury.

  I don't need to see with my eyes, and I don't need to complain with my tongue. I

  have worked hard for a year, but I am still hungry.

  I eat in sorrow and laugh in pain,

  Goddess of Harvest! Change my terrible fate!

  I am willing to offer my most devout faith, so that this land can help me stay away from hunger!"

  Over and over again, every time they sang, these people knelt down to a woman.

  The woman held a few ears of dried wheat in her hand.

  The golden ears of wheat in her hand seemed to represent the last hope of these farmers.

  At this time, the woman spoke:

  "Anyone who believes in the goddess of harvest! The goddess will bless the oats to grow vigorously in winter!

  Anyone who does not believe in the goddess! The wheat roots buried deep in the soil will be eaten by black aphids!"

  As if they had received some kind of promise, the farmers sang their ballads more excitedly.