Start with the Soul Forge

Chapter 379 379. Please welcome the eternal good partner of nobles and profiteers, the street lamp!
The next day, in the largest square in the city.

Since Mo Hao had spread the word that free food would be distributed after the hanging, people came here early and piled up in a huge crowd.

At this time, the economy of the [Leinigeman Empire] had completely collapsed, and a worker's daily wage was 13.5 billion.

Yes, that's right. In order to pay off its debts, the empire has been printing paper money like crazy. Now the paper money doesn't even have the unit of "ten thousand" anymore.

I don’t know whether I will see the unit “trillion” in the future.

But at the same time, a piece of bread, without sugar or fluff, and even with sawdust additives, a piece of black bread that is so hard that it can make your teeth fall out, costs 18.5 billion.

People's wages are no longer enough to buy food for survival.

Wages have increased at least a billion times compared to before, but the prices of everything on the market have increased by more than tens of billions of times.

With these numbers in mind, the US military's $90,000 for a small bag of screws is considered a good deal.

It could be said that most people in the entire city had been hungry for several days. Mo Hao estimated that if he did not take action, these people would riot for survival within a week at most.

"Guy Moore, you are charged with malicious hoarding of food and sentenced to be hanged. You will have one minute to rebut."

Originally, Mo Hao planned to give the other party three minutes to rebut, but considering that most of the people who came here were here to distribute food to him, giving three minutes to rebut seemed too long.

Guy Moore's head was hit by a piece of rubble when he was resisting yesterday. He is still drowsy and naturally has little ability to refute.

A minute later, Mo Hao knocked down the hammer in his hand. "Time is up. The criminal has no right to refute. Now I sentence all members of Guy Moore's family to death by hanging."

Soldiers from below came up with dozens of people, but they did not intend to use the traditional gallows. In the open space of the square stood dozens of tall and large street lamps, which were urgently made last night.

There is a surname written on each street lamp, corresponding to an entire family.

Soon the soldiers hung up the members of the Moore family one by one. It didn't take long for those pampered upper-class people to become corpses hung on street lamps waiting to be dried.

There are many people in the Moore family, including old, middle-aged, young and old, and their housekeeper and his family.

When some viewers saw that there were children among those being executed, a trace of pity flashed in their eyes, but Mo Hao did not express anything, and he had no intention of letting any of them go because of their age.

Mo Hao asked loudly to the people below, "Do you think anyone here can be pardoned?"

No one responded, and no one shouted. The people below just looked at Mo Hao silently.

No one felt those people could be pardoned.

Mo Hao didn't say much, just waved his hand and said, "Execute!"

He was not worried about a situation like "The Orphan of Zhao" happening again, and he was not afraid of being approached by other people.

The young master of the Moore family was fat and white, but in front of Mo Hao's eyes appeared many children who were frozen into corpses in the cold night. Their bodies were purple and black, and it was unknown whether the entire corpse weighed more than ten kilograms.

Curled up in a ball, imagining what it was like to be in the womb, trying to draw some warmth from it, and died quietly in the cold and hunger.

They had neither clothes nor food, and could not even hold on until Mo Hao rescued them.

The parents of those children either abandoned them to fend for themselves, or committed suicide and left their last bit of food for the children, hoping that they could survive.

But the lives of the parents were exchanged for only a more painful and cold death for the children.

There was enough food in the city, but most of it was in the warehouses of the nobles and councilors.

Mo Hao had participated in banquets hosted by nobles and parliamentarians, and he knew very well how those people dealt with the food that was removed from the banquets.

Burn it or dump it into the river.

Even though there was a group of people starving to death just a few dozen meters from their doorstep, they had no intention of just falling down at the doorstep.

Mo Hao even saw that when the noble young master was joking with his friends and was bored, he casually threw the food in his hands out from the second floor, watching the hungry people downstairs scramble to grab it and fight. Until now, Mo Hao still remembers what the two people said at that time.

"Kyle, look, they are fighting over such a small amount of food."

"Hank, that's why these people are hungry, because they have no manners or manners."

“But it’s fun.”

"It's really fun. Let's do it again. This time, sprinkle less. Otherwise, they will be full and won't fight anymore."

……

Soon, the bodies of an entire family were hung on the first street lamp. After a few minutes of making sure that the street lamp would not be crushed, the maker wiped his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

When the manufacturer was originally asked to make a street lamp that was sturdy enough, he refused.

But Mo Hao said that this was to be used to hang the nobles and councillors who maliciously hoarded food...

The producers have been working hard since yesterday's dinner and have not slept a wink until now. They are working as if they were under a violent buff.

So after Mo Hao knew their workload and work intensity, he couldn't help but wonder if he was exploiting his employees.

The executions continued.

"Patrick Bradley, you are charged with maliciously hoarding food and sentenced to hang. You will have one minute to rebut."

"You rebels, soon the army will crush all of you to pieces!"

"One minute is up, execution!"

……

"Wilhelmina Francis, you are charged with malicious hoarding of food and sentenced to hanging. You will have one minute to rebut."

"Leave my child alone, he's only five years old and doesn't understand anything!"

"One minute is up, execution!"

……

The execution process was not efficient, but as they watched the nobles and parliamentarians being executed one after another, and even their family members were not spared, some people began to applaud.

At this time, soldiers also began to distribute bread. With food as a source of energy, people gradually began to wave their arms and even cheer loudly.

No one says that these foods belong to the nobles and parliamentarians and that they have the right to do what they want with them.

No one spoke up for the nobles' families, as they should not be harmed.

Because the fundamental reason why they themselves and their families were about to starve to death was that these nobles and parliamentarians were maliciously hoarding food through their power.

Who hasn’t seen a few bodies of people who died of starvation during this period?
Who has not seen the corpses of children who froze to death or starved to death?

People will only feel that this level is not bloody enough to cleanse these people of the sins that have penetrated deep into their souls.

In a sense, Mo Hao's hanging even gave these people dignity.

Some family members had already starved to death, and their hatred would definitely make them rush forward, grab the nobles or parliamentarians and bite and gnaw them directly.

It is not impossible to be eaten alive.

Mo Hao could feel that there was hatred in people's hearts like a volcanic eruption.

(End of this chapter)