My Dreams Can Come True

Five days before the winter festival.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and there is already a corpse collecting dead bodies lying on the side of the street. Alixia looked worriedly at the dignified sky early in the morning. Although she didn’t say anything, Ivia did not say anything. Knowing that it was Alexia’s occupational illness. After all, when she was not deprived of the title of saint, her main job was to do charity as one of the facades of Mingguang Church. The situation is getting more and more serious. There is no reason for her not to be anxious. .

"Ask Picasso, how is it going?" Ivia suggested.

Alexia nodded. In the past two days, Picasso threw out a lot of gold coins to make friends with all kinds of city fox and social rats, because these people live at the lowest level, and all kinds of information are very well-informed, but they are not with the people at the bottom There is a big difference. They have the ability to drill camps different from the people at the bottom. Some people are usually gangsters, but sometimes they have the ability to draw incense with the people at the top.

Picasso hurried to the front yard. Seeing his disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes in his eyes, he probably drank with those gangsters again.

"Miss Jasmine, are you looking for something to do with me?" Picasso still had a faint scent of alcohol on his body, and he had a smell on his body, and asked from a distance (Jasmine is Alexia's pseudonym).

"How's things going?" Alexia asked.

Picasso was silent for a while and said: "Most of them have inextricable connections with officials and businessmen in this city. I invite them to eat, drink and have fun. The relationship between them is fine, but when it comes to this, they persuade us Don’t be troublesome. Food prices are definitely going to rise. They want to make money. No one can stop this, but they promise that we won’t be short of food.”

Alexia shook his head and said: "This is not because we lack food. It is a matter of a lot of life. I don't even see it. But let me sit on the sidelines. I can't do it. I can't understand it."

Picasso smiled bitterly: "This is when the food merchants and some officials in the whole city drink human blood. They will not allow anyone to destroy it. Even the lord of this city can only pretend to be deaf and dumb."

Alexia nodded thoughtfully: "Understood, go and rest."

When she returned to the backyard, Ivia said, "Look, it's not that easy. When you were a saint, you can see and do what you can do. Someone will arrange it for you. For good deeds."

Alexia sat down and thought for a while before she said: "How do you know these things?"

Ivia said: "I am also the **** of healing. I do a lot of things to save people. Most of the wealthy people can't find me in the treatment of illnesses. Most of them ask the clergy of Mingguang to treat them. I treat them. Most of the people are poor, so I have a lot of believers. It's just the chicken that Mingguang Sect used as a monkey. The whole sect is my strongest. How easy is it to kill?"

Alexia: "Then I want to help these poor people survive this snowstorm, what can I do?"

Ivia said: "Let’s start with the city lord. Don’t those businessmen just want to make money? Let them make a price. After the coldest two months, these people will survive. There is enough for the entire city in this city. People eat food for half a year. As long as the refugees do not reach the population of the entire city, they can easily survive these two months. There are 150,000 people in this city. The food for half a year is equivalent to nearly 700 tons. There are about 8 copper coins per catty of grain, 16 silver coins per ton of grain, less than one gold coin. If the price is increased by 20 times, 32 gold coins per ton, these 700 tons of grain are worth about 22,400 gold coins. The key question now is, If you buy the 700 tons of grain with 22,400 gold coins, they definitely disagree, but it is still possible to buy half of it at 20 times the price, that is, 350 tons... But how to implement it? We don't have that many people. "

"Moreover, if we only rely on staple foods and no complementary foods, in such cold weather, every person consumes half a catty per day, it is estimated that many elderly and children will not survive..."

"And have you ever thought that if you do this, it might attract more and more people to come here to seek a living? Once the number of people here accumulates too much, have you ever thought about it, if something happens to grab food, kill people, or even rebel? Things are all normal. At that time, there may be more people than starving to death. Think about it, people outside the city want to live, and people in the city think that these refugees have consumed food and space that should have belonged to them. The contradiction between these two aspects is irreconcilable."

Alexia: "Is there any good way?"

Ivia smiled bitterly: "I'm not the **** of wisdom, how can I do it? In short, if you help someone, if you help a person, you will lose out."

Alexia: "What is the reason for this?"

Ivia said distressed: "I don't know. I remember our church. There was a little guy who went to a certain village every week to help the villagers treat their diseases for free. Those villagers often asked for free potions or something. Later, because of other things, the little guy didn’t go there for two weeks. When he went there in the third week, he was surrounded by villagers and asked her to lose money. Because he didn’t come for two weeks, he was given free potion for two weeks. They didn't get..."

Alexia stared at him: "How come there are such people?"

Ivia said: "So, we found that if it is a family in real difficulties, it is okay to help once, but we can't help them whenever they encounter difficulties. Remember there is another place. My believers did a good deed of helping in pairs, and as a result, out of 100 pairs, more than 80 pairs turned against each other. Later I asked whether it is better for the one that despises the poor and does things too much... alas, against it. It’s all reversed. The result is that the poorer family has more and more demands, and the stronger family can’t meet their requirements at all. So we concluded that if a person encounters difficulties, he can help. Just help him, but never let him develop a dependent mind, or even make this kind of help a habit and take it for granted."

Alexia thought about it for a while: "I probably know what you mean. The gain in vain can only make a good intention produce evil results, but what can we do to prevent them from gaining things for nothing? Maybe get the refugees into the city to shovel snow, right?"

Ivia is also thinking: "There must be a way. There are benefits of not working and not working. At least you don't need to consume too much physical energy. You only need to stay in the snow nest, and maybe you will survive."

Alexia curiously asked, "What is Xuewozi?"

Ivia said: "I also heard that, I don't know that much, but the most common situation is to dig a hole in the snow. If possible, I will put more hay and rags to pad it, and then cover it with some branches. Withered leaves, and then piled with snow, the temperature inside will be much higher than outside. If you are lucky and in good health, you will not freeze to death so easily."

Alexia was surprised: "Can it still happen? Why don't they use a tent?"

Ivia squinted her: "You reminded me of a king who died of starvation and starvation. He asked the minister why those hungry people don't eat barbecue."

Alexia blushed. She had also heard this story. Obviously, she is the same way of thinking as the idiot king. She is so poor that she is almost selling his wife and daughters for survival. How can there be money to buy a tent?

She was depressed for a while and said, "Can you let them build their own settlement a little farther away from the city? Cut some wood and let them have work?"

Ivia sat up straight: "Huh?"

Alexia looked up at her and said, "What's the matter? Is there a problem?"

Ivia said: "You have something to do with this method!"

Alexia asked, "Is there really something wrong?"

Ivia said: "Of course! Look! The Giant Tree City relies on the forest and has endless timber resources. Let them build a wooden city that can accommodate all the refugees. They use food as wages every day to support themselves. Then buy a lot of unowned wasteland for them to cultivate. As the satellite city of Giant Tree City, this wooden city must also belong to Giant Tree City. How can the city owner be unhappy? These refugees will be under his control in the future, which represents a large amount of consumption. Ah! Do you need money for the wood mined? Do you need money for clothes? Do you need money for household utensils? Do you have to pay taxes on the cultivated land?"

Alexia's eyes lit up: "Yes! But will the city lord agree?"

Ivia disdainfully said: "He is not stupid. Someone is willing to pay the money. The merchants make a lot of money, and his people increase. Only you lose. Do you want to do it? Let's talk about it, if it is true. A group of tens of thousands of people gather outside the city and starve with green eyes every day. Isn’t he afraid? The whole city can’t be solved by eating and drinking Lazard every day? There are no poor people in the city? People are starving to death, is there any good thing for him to cause the plague ?"

Alexia nodded repeatedly, but was discouraged again: "But I guess Picasso alone won't be able to deliver it, right?"

Ivia said: "Of course I can't pass it up. Someone will intercept it in the middle of the way. The prestige of the city lord is too high, and it will be difficult for the people below to do things."

Alexia was surprised: "Is there any benefit to this?"

Ivia said: "Of course! In which year the disaster-stricken alliance did not distribute relief supplies? When you do this, the food merchants have taken away all the obvious benefits. How can they have the opportunity to start with the relief supplies? The more miserable, the more supplies there will be."

Alexia murmured: "Too...too dark."

Ivia thought for a while and said: "Let's do it! I have an idea!"

——

Because it seemed that there was no heavy snow when it stopped, Kadim always had some ominous signs in his heart. He asked the city security agency to strengthen the patrol of the city, and at the same time arranged for people to remove the frozen and starved bodies as soon as possible. , But the deaths of dozens of hundreds of people every day still make him very worried. He knows that those large and small grain merchants are waiting for the heavy snow to close the roads, and the grain is difficult to bring in. They work together to raise the price of grain, but this He also has a part in the business of drinking human blood, and there is no way to deal with it. However, the citizens died of freezing and starvation, and more and more refugees gathered outside. He was afraid that the refugees would turn into mobs, and the city would become a rebellion. Things.

He is just a **** in the realm of gods. If he is not born and raised to a god, there are some backstages in the family, the city lord of a city, where can he be his turn? There are still a large number of brothers and sisters in the family waiting for him to make mistakes, so that he can learn from him. Grabbing some resources from the family, so even though it's just a city of ordinary people, he also manages something like walking on thin ice, taking what should be taken, and what is required, but he still does some practical things for the city, such as the annual winter festival. After many years of holding this large-scale folk festival, it has almost become the signboard of Giant Tree City, attracting many rich people to Giant Tree City every year.

But this year it looks like a wicked door. The cold is extremely early, and then the winter festival has not even started before the heavy snowfall... In previous years, it was almost two weeks after the winter festival when the heavy snowfall, although he was just an ordinary person. God’s realm, but in this city, basically no one can threaten his life, so safety is no problem. The question is, if there is a big taint in political performance, what will happen to the resources for cultivation in the future?

He took a pen to write and draw on the paper. After a long time, he irritably crumpled the paper into a ball and the pen was thrown to the side heavily.

"What to do? What to do? Can't you really kill all these refugees, right?"

"Really kill them, you will be in great trouble!" A voice suddenly sounded.

Cardim was surprised: "Who!"

That voice was inconsistent between men and women, and came in from outside the study with a cold wind.

"Don't worry, I'm not malicious, and you don't have to think about calling people. I have set the barrier, and they can't hear or see."

Kadim took a deep breath: "What is your purpose?"

The coming person was vaguely oppressive, and he understood that this was a **** whose realm was far higher than his own.

Come to Humanity: "Those people outside the city are a fortune. If you really kill them for safety, would you really be a bit silly?"

Cardim smiled bitterly: "Those people? Wealth, I don't see where they are worth? Besides, although they are refugees, they are just free people who have lost their homes. How can I be qualified to sell them."

Come to Humanity: "Population is wealth, haven't you thought about this?"

The person who came was naturally Alexia, who deliberately changed her voice with divine magic.

After hearing this, Kadim was taken aback: "Can you tell me something? If I can solve my current difficulties, I will be grateful for it!"

Alexia sneered, and suddenly took out two boxes in succession and put them on Kadim's desk.

"Your Excellency, what do you mean?"

Alexia said: "Open it."

Kadim hesitated for a second, and Yiyan lifted the lid of one of the boxes. He took a breath, and the box full of golden coins was dazzling. This is a box of gold coins. Look at these two boxes. Each box has it. More than five thousand gold coins.

Alexia said: "I don't need you to thank you, I'm here to help you."

Kadim sat down, frowned and thought for a while, and Alexia didn't bother him, let him think.

For a long time, he breathed out a long breath: "I believe you are not malicious. Now it is easy for you to take my life, and it should have nothing to do with the family. My brothers and sisters have not had such a big energy to please you. People, but help me... Do you want me to buy food to help the refugees?"My dream can come true. The latest chapter address ：Https://www.wuxiaspot.com/book/162987.htmlMy dream can come true Full text reading address: https: //www.wuxiaspot.com/read/162987/My dream can come true txt download address: https://www. wuxiaspot.com/down/162987.htmlMy dream can come true Mobile reading: https://m.wuxiaspot.com/ read/162987/In order to facilitate the next reading, you can click "Favorites" below to record this time (Chapter 848 Method) Read the record, you can see it next time you open the bookshelf! If you like "My Dream Can Be Real", please recommend this book to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.), thank you your support! (www.wuxiaspot.com)