Strange Star Witch

"Robbing! It's them who are driving up the price of bread!"

In Laimang Town, there were incidents of robbery and vandalism everywhere.

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

Yesterday he was feasting and drinking in the Jazz Castle, and now seeing hungry and angry people filling the streets, Rudolph felt full of illusions.

It was also the first time for Rudolph to see the panicked Sheriff Claude.

Everyone in the police station was mobilized and rushed to the street to maintain order on the street.

People who are hungry and crazy are really crazy.

Many people who came to Mang Town rushed to the bakery. They smashed the door and windows of the bakery, rushed into the bakery, dragged the bakery owner to the street, and beat him severely.

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

There is no bread in the bakery, no bread in the kitchen, and no bread in the pantry.

"Tell me! Where has all the bread gone? Did you hide it and sell it to us at a high price on purpose?"

The bakery owner cried while picking up his knocked-out tooth:

"I also have to buy wheat flour to make bread. Without wheat flour, how can I get bread!"

A bald man kicked the bakery owner hard, knocking out two teeth and causing the bakery owner's mouth to bleed.

Rudolf has been looking for bald people these days. Now he suddenly sees a bald person, but he doesn't know how to start. Because... there are suddenly a lot of bald people.

At this time, many of the people participating in the riot had shiny bald heads.

This is not a popular hairstyle, this is the emergence of a group who use a unified image to distinguish themselves from each other.

Rudolf rushed into the crowd and tried to pull the poor baker out.

His arms secretly exerted force, and he pushed three or five people away in an instant, and saw the bakery owner lying on the ground.

If you don't save the boss, he may really be beaten to death.

Rudolf straddled the bakery owner in one step, blocking the angry people around him and trying to drag the bakery owner up.

The fists and kicks hit Rudolph one after another, but Rudolph could not avoid it. The people around him hit him hard, and the bakery owner now had broken ribs.

Rudolf couldn't fight back, because many of the people he beat up were really hungry people.

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

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

"Patrol...is this Patrolman Rudolph..."

The bakery owner could hear Rudolf being kicked on the back.

If it weren't for Rudolph's physical strength sharing contract and muscle enhancement, he wouldn't be able to withstand these attacks.

Other people in the police station wanted to step forward, but they were unable to push through.

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

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

This shot was definitely not fired by someone from the police station. Before setting off, the police chief said that you should not shoot unless it is absolutely necessary.

The Alchemy Council encourages people to hold guns and use them to resist the rule of the nobility. Therefore, everyone can buy guns and ammunition.

Gunshots swept across, and screams of fear came from the streets.

Hitting with fists and using a gun are two completely different concepts.

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

Those rioting bald heads also fled with the crowd.

Rudolf grabbed the bakery owner by the shoulders and dragged him into the bakery.

Yin Fengna finally squeezed through the crowd and entered the bakery.

"You rest here for now, I'll come back to see you later."

The bakery owner's mouth was full of blood, and he was in pain. He was speechless. He saw two patrolmen leaving the bakery after being robbed, and he cried alone.

"Where's the Sheriff?"

"The Sheriff is off to deal with the riots on other streets!"

Rudolf took out his pocket watch and wanted to know who shot him, but the street was so busy that he couldn't tell who was holding the gun.

"Don't worry about the shooter for now, go find the baldheads first!"

"Bald guys?"

"There was no tradition of bald heads before I came to Mangzhen."

Rudolf found the three bald heads walking together and immediately followed them.

After someone opened fire, the nature changed. What was a terrible 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 will have no choice but to run for their lives and no longer care about smashing up bakeries.

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

While chasing, Rudolf asked doubtfully: "Yin Fenggna, is the police station's control of the town so weak? When did so many bald heads appear?"

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

Hearing something like a farmer made Rudolph feel a little surprised.

The farm will employ many farmers, and they are far away from the town. If the farmers make any noise, the police station in the town will not be able to know it immediately.

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

At this time, three bald heads were standing behind a woman by the river. Behind the woman, there were 5 or 6 bald heads, as well as some people holding wooden sticks or other blunt instruments.

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

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

Poems filled the air over and over again.

"I sow seeds in the spring, cultivating other people's soil.

I watered in the summer, but what I watered was not my wheat seedlings.

I want to fly in the wind, but I can't live without the soil.

I harvested in the winter, but when I finished, my hands were empty.

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

I work hard every day, but my hard work pays off.

Now, even filling one's stomach has become a luxury.

I don’t use my eyes to see and I don’t use my tongue to complain.

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

I eat in sorrow, I laugh in pain,

Harvest goddess! Change my bad fate!

I would like to offer my most devout faith and let this land help me stay away from hunger!"

Over and over again, each time they sang, these people knelt down and worshiped a woman.

The woman was holding several ears of dried wheat in her hands.

The golden ears of wheat in her hands 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 in winter to thrive!

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

As if they had received some kind of promise, these farmers sang their songs even more excitedly.