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Chapter 365: Forming a small armed group (Second update)

The Heavenly Book World once again received news from Zhang Xueqing and others. They were relatively safe there and were heading towards Mo Hao's city.

After confirming that there was no danger over there, Mo Hao handed over the task of picking up his teammates to Xiyue.

It is obviously more advantageous for Xiyue, as a noble, to contact them than for him, a speaker of a radical political group.

After all, Xiyue needs manpower to deal with various problems, and Mo Hao really can't get away.

The work he has to do is no easier than Xiyue's.

Whether it was working in the technical workers' association during the day or secretly distributing rice porridge to people at night, it was not an easy job, and even the latter was not something that could be discovered by others.

Once someone finds out that there is a man named Zhang Jiao who is secretly distributing porridge, a group of people will immediately flock in, and Mo Hao won't be able to take care of everyone with the food he has.

Even though he had replaced the crops in the farmlands of the Heavenly Book World with sweet potatoes, each harvest could yield eight thousand kilograms, which was still not enough to take care of everyone.

There is not enough time. If Mo Hao is given one to two years to turn the entire Heavenly Book World into farmland, he is confident that he can provide long-term food consumption for an entire country.

But with just ten acres of land, even if it is harvested once a week, even if it is replaced with sweet potatoes and the output is calculated based on high-yield cultivation, it is still a drop in the bucket compared to the entire country.

In the Elan region alone, where the famine began, it is roughly estimated that there were millions of people.

Moreover, Mo Hao knew very well that there was enough food, but some people were planning to hoard it and make a fortune.

The victorious nations planned to dismember the country, and other forces also tried to get a piece of the meat when this behemoth fell to the ground.

The military is restricted, the economy is collapsing, and food prices are artificially inflated...

"Damn it, isn't this the end of the dynasty?"

Zhang Jue, who was standing by and only Mo Hao could see, sneered, "The end of the dynasty? This is nothing. People are eating their own children, bones are exposed in the wild, no roosters crow for a thousand miles, and the old man who just died at my feet has a swollen belly as if he is pregnant, and his eyes are wide open and he died with his eyes open. This is just a problem in one state."

Zhang Jue used the most indifferent words, and said the words that could most provoke Mo Hao's nerves, "Even so, for the noble families and dignitaries, it is just a matter of letting the people endure it and it will be over."

"Hold on." Mo Hao sneered, "They never thought about what would happen if the people couldn't hold on, right?"

"Obviously, they haven't thought about it, so I'm bringing together the 36 Yellow Turbans to ask them to think about it."

The only one who made it sound so easy about almost succeeding in destroying the Han Dynasty was probably Zhang Jiao, although Mo Hao had always been curious about whether the Yellow Turbans could have succeeded if there had been no insider who betrayed them.

But looking at Zhang Jiao's expression, Mo Hao was very rational and did not ask this question which would obviously hurt him.

Watching Mo Hao packing up and getting ready to go out, Zhang Jiao came back to his senses from his memories, "What are you going to do now?"

"Buy a newspaper to serve as a mouthpiece, and of course write articles in the direction I want."

Due to the economic collapse, some jobs that were once respectable are no longer respectable, and it is not particularly difficult to acquire a newspaper.

With Xiyue's help, he had already negotiated with the owner of a newspaper a few days ago.

In fact, there is nothing special to say about the whole acquisition process. It is nothing more than giving the money and telling the remaining people in the newspaper that their jobs will continue and the new boss has no plans to optimize the staff.

Also, the new boss doesn't plan to pay salaries. Money is something that could lose ten times its value overnight. Nowadays, the basic unit of money is "ten thousand".

The value system of money has collapsed.

It all depends on when [100 million] can be used as the basic unit. Mo Hao even suspects that the money here can be printed in denominations larger than the paper money he has burned.

I don’t know whether the money from burning living people would lead to inflation in the underworld at that time.

As for the ruling party in Congress, Mo Hao could only say that the group of guys completely handed the market over to Hayek. In other words, the congressmen and nobles were one of the sickles that harvested the people's wealth. Letting them take care of this matter was tantamount to blocking their own and others' pockets of money.

Mo Hao didn't say anything to the employees who stayed, but gave each of them five kilograms of food as a gift.

At this time, five kilograms of grain was worth at least tens of millions of currency.

When the employees learned that they could get dozens of kilograms of food every month, their enthusiasm for work was immediately reflected on their faces.

Dozens of kilograms of grain are now a rare commodity in the market and there is no demand for them.

At the same time, this is also a guarantee for their family to survive.

With food as an incentive, the employees worked extra hard.

……

After dealing with the newspaper affairs, the main event comes next.

Although a newspaper is necessary for Mo Hao, it is not that urgent.

But the next thing to deal with is the type that must be completed.

In the afternoon, Mo Hao came to a gymnasium-like building.

But this is not a gymnasium, but a temporary placement for retired military personnel.

There was already someone waiting at the door. He was the military personnel Xiyue had made an appointment with in advance. He was the highest commander of this temporary shelter, a lieutenant.

Of course, this title needs to be prefixed with [前].

Because the soldiers here are all victims of military control in the defeat treaty.

Although they returned from the battlefield alive, they received no honor, no benefits or rewards, and not even guaranteed retirement benefits.

What awaits them is only a miserable future that is visible to the naked eye.

Soldiers who only knew military skills and no other skills, and who even had their injuries and illnesses not treated, were no different from those who died on the battlefield in the eyes of Congress and the nobles.

Want a pension? Want a retirement pay?

The national treasury has no money left because of the indemnity, so people dare to gather in the streets to demand it...

Then we have to strike hard.

Seeing the former captain coming out, Mo Hao saluted him.

"I'm Mo Hao, and I've made an appointment to meet Captain William here."

The other party also saluted, "I am William Gurian, Captain Mo Hao, I often hear your name in the army."

"Perhaps you don't remember it, but we met during the [Hart Pursuit Battle]. At that time, I was covering you in the 3rd Infantry Division, and you were less than a hundred meters away from me."

Mo Hao naturally didn't have that part of the memory. He didn't even know what kind of experience he had with his identity, because he was busy recently and had no time to investigate.

But in this situation, he couldn't just say he had no memory of it, so he could only say vaguely, "That time was very thrilling, I almost thought I was going to die."

"But you didn't, and you were awarded the First Class White Moon Medal for it. You lost contact with the main force, went around alone and destroyed the enemy's headquarters, and even captured the army flag. This has always been regarded as a legend by us."

(End of this chapter)