Snowflakes were flying, and the city of Tyumen ushered in its second heavy snowfall. This year's cold wave from the far north was more severe than in previous years. The knee-deep snow covered the Romanov Kingdom and was spreading southward.
The refugees huddled in the wooden shack, wrapped in blankets of different colors and wearing all their warm clothes. They crowded against the wall to avoid the cold wind and snow.
Food is no longer a problem that bothers them. Two pounds of bread and two large bowls of oatmeal every day are enough to fill their stomachs. However, the new year has just begun, and they always feel that something is missing in their mouths just eating bread and oatmeal.
The nobles don't think so. In their eyes, it's good enough to give you bread. Why don't you be grateful and want to eat more food?
What a joke!
Now that trade routes have been cut off, sugar has become a valuable commodity, not to mention meat. Even if there is no war, civilians and serfs cannot eat meat several times a week, and vegetables are even less available.
Countless serfs, known as "gray animals", were willing to join the army and were called cannon fodder on the battlefield. It was entirely because of the soldier ration policy reformed by Peter the Great. Army soldiers could get two pounds of black bread, one pound of meat, half a pound of vodka and two pounds of vodka every day. Beer, a monthly quota of two pounds each of salt and sugar, tea, vegetables, and grains are all available. The higher the military rank, the more daily rations you receive.
Thanks to this, the serfs were willing to join the army. Not only could they gain a future and transcend classes, but they could also fill their stomachs. Why not?
Of course, how much of the prescribed amount of grain can be distributed to the soldiers depends entirely on the "conscience" of the grain inspector.
Under normal circumstances, soldiers could only get half of the quota of food. Even so, soldiers were still happy to join the army and work for the nobles.
Their idea is very simple, just hang out with whoever has food.
Even if you die, you have to be a dead ghost.
During the war, soldiers must be given priority in food rations. This is an unwritten rule and everyone knows it, but for refugees who have little value...
It would be nice to be able to give you two pounds of black bread and two large bowls of oatmeal. This is for the sake of the gods, otherwise...
The refugees could only eat gruel.
The refugees who knew this did not have high expectations. Many of them were eating black bread, talking and laughing, and talking about when the kingdom would be able to repel the enemy. Their emotions were still positive.
A smell of meat suddenly caught their attention.
At some point, the aroma of broth wafted out from the street. The refugees leaning against the wall twitched their noses while taking a firm bite of bread. They closed their eyes and chewed hard, as if they were eating something other than bread. Big chunks of roast beef sprinkled with spices.
The local residents of Tyumen City can still eat meat occasionally. They can often smell the aroma of meat, so it is perfect to use it as leftover bread.
Unless the evil nobles don't even let them smell the fragrance...
But a refugee's exclamation attracted everyone's attention. The refugees who were eating bread opened their eyes and saw a lot of people gathered in front of the relief shed where the bread was supposed to be distributed. The fragrance emanated from there.
"Don't worry! Get in line!" Christopher held a big spoon and knocked on the deep iron pot. The sound of "dang-dang-dang-dang" spread throughout the street.
"The weather is cold. Father Mavey pays for us to drink broth from his own pocket!"
Christopher shouted: "There are hot milk, cheese and sour cream with sugar added next to it! Don't grab it! In order, workers, the elderly, weak, women and children will receive it first!"
The Truth Church's distribution of broth and dairy products suddenly caused an uproar. The refugees suddenly felt that the bread in their hands was no longer fragrant. They stood up and gathered in front of the disaster relief shelter, watching Christopher pick up pieces from the steaming pot and stew them. The beef was so soft that I couldn't help but swallow.
On such a cold winter day, nothing is more soothing than a bowl of broth.
What's more, this morning, the believers of the Truth Church also explained to them the benefits of dairy products. If young children want to be strong, they must supplement their nutrition. They will not grow strong just by eating bread!
"Long live Father Mawei!" someone shouted.
Christopher, who was ladling soup, stopped and looked around: "Who shouted long live? The goddess should be praised!"
"Praise the goddess!" Many people responded (this chapter is not finished yet!)
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shout.
As bowls of broth were distributed, the shouting became more and more intense. Whether those who received it or those who did not receive it, they would shout a few words after others. At this moment, the praise was completely from the heart.
Standing in front of the window, Dino's cheeks were twisted with distress. There were so many refugees in Tyumen City, and Mawei actually demanded that everyone be able to eat meat. The cost suddenly increased many times. No matter how rich the family was, they couldn't do this. Make it!
For the first time, Dino discovered that the money he had earned before was not spent at all. He already belonged to the upper class, but he had spent all his money and calculated carefully to distribute broth to the refugees for three days. For this, he still owed a lot to the farmers. The final payment is here!
"Father, Father, if there is no new inflow of funds within three days, we will go bankrupt..." Dino murmured with trembling lips.
On the other side, King Paul I, who heard that the Church of Truth started distributing broth and dairy products, turned into a master of table cleaning and pushed down all the documents to be signed on the table. His eyes turned black with anger.
He has tried his best to provide food for the refugees and snatch money from the pockets of the nobles. If he still wants to compete with the Church of Truth...
Can the nobles agree?
Not realistic at all!
"Your Majesty, there is no need for you to be so excited."
Archbishop Henry, who also received the news, rushed to the temporary office and said to the furious Paul I: "The Church of Truth cannot sustain for long. They are a small church with insufficient foundation. How long can they sustain? In my opinion, it will not take a few days. They will have no money, and the situation is still in our hands."
Paul I gradually calmed down, he picked up Ke Lulu, and while stroking the soft hair, he muttered: "Don't we need to make any response?"
"No need for the time being." Archbishop Henry said: "Let's wait and see for a few days. If the Church of Truth shows no signs of bankruptcy, it won't be too late for us to find countermeasures."
"I'm just afraid that they will get funding from other forces..."
"It's impossible for them to get help from other churches." Archbishop Henry said with a smile: "Believers are the top priority. Even if the Judgment God Cult and the Plenty God Cult want to use their tricks, they can't support the Church of Truth. This is too stupid. ,unless...."
"Unless what?"
Archbishop Henry slowly became confused: "Unless the forces that fund the Church of Truth are not the church, but other people... Well, I think the Church of Truth will not be so stupid to accept funding from those people."
"What on earth are you talking about?" Paul I looked at him puzzled: "Do you know who is likely to fund the Church of Truth?"
"The Free Association, Your Majesty, they are the common enemy of all churches." Archbishop Henry stroked his beard, "If the Church of Truth seeks their help, it will become the outcast. Traitors... will not be tolerated."
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