Apocalypse: We Are Filling The World With Supplies

The bakery aunt can be said to understand best how to ferment wheat flour in the cold winter and turn it into pieces of baked and fragrant bread.

People from the village would come to her to buy bread.

In fact, in medieval villages, the way to buy and sell did not necessarily have to be silver and copper coins.

Sometimes, by giving flour, many loaves of bread can be obtained.

What my aunt earned was actually endless flour.

At this time, although this somewhat kind aunt died, the bakery still existed.

According to the information obtained by the villagers running around each other.

The bakery has been reoccupied.

It seems that it should be a lord or a knight, and some new baker has been sent into it.

In the evening, when it was almost night, the first snow fell in the sky since winter.

Snowflakes delicately covered a thin layer.

Very cleverly, under the big tree, a poor child's head was buried in the soil, completely blocked.

Some of the villagers who came to the bakery were holding flour.

Some take money.

Everyone wants to be able to buy enough food before winter.

Although the aunt who makes bread rarely receives money, she has already stored a lot of surplus food in the bakery in exchange for labor.

The villagers came not only to buy bread from the new owner of the bakery.

Let's see if you can get a bag or two of noodles from the bakery's warehouse.

Even boiling the noodles with water into a slimy noodle soup is better than starving the bark of a tree all winter.

Forced to this point, the man who forcibly occupied the bakery also had to show up.

He has to explain now that he doesn't make bread.

The reason for living here is simply because the winters are too cold, "no food, no wood."

He just wanted to honestly spend the winter in the bakery.

But this statement will undoubtedly provoke public indignation.

The one who could really make bread died.

A rude man who did not understand what bread was, forcibly occupied the original owner's house.

Together with those noodles left by the original owner....

This made all the villagers present unbearable.

They put away the prepared silver money and flour.

In his hand were raised the sickle and hammer representing resistance.

It seems that as soon as one person instigates it, the villagers will immediately storm the bakery.

The man was terrified.

He quickly turned around and hid in the house.

By the way, I plugged the door with a wooden bolt.

Even with windows.

Even a back door.

All closed strictly.

This caused all the villagers to surround and insult.

bread and flour in the bakery are already the villagers' only hope for this winter.

Just when the villagers were excited, something even more desperate happened.

In the distance, there was a rush of horses' hooves.

Snowflakes that had just landed splashed.

Mixed with a hint of sticky soil.

A group of soldiers and horses galloped in.

This group of guys is not ordinary.

The one at the head had a large piece of iron chain mail hanging from his chest.

Yes, yes, the matching that is crossed at the waist can be seen at a glance and is often sharpened.

Not only that, but this guy's appearance is also extremely fierce.

The light blue eyes have a scar on each side.

But if you look closely, you will find out.

It was someone who slashed him in the face, and he closed his eyes.

This leads to a scar on the upper and lower sides of the eye, which is actually just a knife.

Moreover, the guy's beard is cut short.

Probably only an inch long.

Fits neatly to the side of your cheek.

This shows that the status of the person at the head is not small.

Only the noble have the time and opportunity to take care of their beards.

The villagers gave way to the road.

The man in the window also poked his head out very curiously.

Suddenly, I found that every horseback rider outside had a cross-knife on him.

He prodded.

The man trembled and opened the deadbolt.

Even with such a submissive act, the man was kicked hard.

The leader dismounted and kicked the man into the house with his leather boots.

People saw with their own eyes that the man who occupied the bakery took out the flour bags from the warehouse little by little and loaded them into the carriages of these military masters.

Then the man was forced to dig a pit.

Originally thought that the punishment was just to be a coolie, carry something, dig out a dirt pit.

But unexpectedly, this small earthen pit had just been dug, and a large stone was thrown behind his head.

Bang.

The man's head was bleeding and he fell into the pit.

The soldiers rushed up.

The fainting man was buried alive under the dirt with his feet and a wooden shovel.

The caravan of horses and carts left, and the villagers were silent.