Chapter 896

The next morning, Lanse took an armored vehicle to the place the drivers mentioned. The ground here is indeed pitted.

And judging from the edges of those pits, they should have been made not long ago.

Some pits are one foot or even deeper, one after another.

There are already many children around, as well as some adults.

Children are simpler, just carrying a cloth bag, while those adults carry simple winnowing baskets and brooms.

Obviously, they are here for the shaken wheat kernels.

At first, people were still in awe of Lanse's car, but as the truck appeared on time, they forgot Lanse and the strange car behind them.

The drivers have reduced the speed as much as possible, but this kind of heavy truck carrying several tons is just a bump, which will cause some wheat to be shaken out, or spilled from above.

Lanse saw it very clearly. Every bump, the corresponding tire would receive a squeezing force.

Although he is not a car repair professional, he also knows that constantly causing the accumulation of this force, the parts of the truck will definitely not be able to bear the fatigue and eventually be damaged.

Whenever wheat is spilled, people scramble together in a swarm.

Children just squat on the ground and grab with their hands, no matter how much, a small handful or a dozen, grab it and stuff it into the cloth pocket on their waist.

And those older adults, they will quickly sweep some wheat kernels together with dust into the winnowing basket with a broom, and then pack them into their backpacks.

One truck after another, in order to avoid the people scrambling for wheat kernels on the ground in front, the driver also had to constantly change positions to pass.

Even if each truck only spills a small amount of wheat kernels, three or five pounds, it is not a small number after dozens of trips a day, and it is not small.

Actually, this point of thing doesn't matter to Lanse. He makes money in units of ten thousand every day. Even if all the wheat kernels spilled here are added up, he can't lose a ton a day.

And even if he loses a ton, it's only thirty-something dollars.

He didn't make a sound, just watched quietly, thinking about countermeasures in his mind.

If Hiram were here, he would definitely clamor to shoot all these dog bastards.

Lanse didn't bring Hiram this time. Hiram is still in Indeno State cooperating with Elvin to continue expanding business.

The factory of Gold Label Wine Industry was set on fire. President Richard is already in a state of madness, now like a wild dog, biting whoever he catches.

And they also controlled some gangs. In order to avoid them going completely crazy under huge losses and attacking the headquarters in New Birmingham regardless of the consequences, this fighting maniac Hiram was left by Lanse on that side.

The people he brought are all Madoer's people, all of whom have received military training.

Originally thought that without Hiram, no one else would say that, but Madoer also learned to be bad.

"Boss, do you want us to give them a lesson?"

Lanse didn't answer him "good" or "not good", but asked back, "How do you plan to teach them a lesson?"

This question made Madoer a little unable to answer, "Maybe... I arrange for someone to beat them up?"

"And then?", Lanse asked, "What if they are still like this the next day?"

"Beat them up again?"

"You can't keep beating them up. The method of beating them up is actually not very good."

Lanse is actually a bit worried. If he calls the police, the police are very likely to come and take a look and then leave. The things spilled from the car, and the driver didn't stop to pick up the spilled wheat, which means he didn't want it.

The police won't catch these people, at most scold them a few words, and then leave.

As for catching those who destroy the ground at night?

This method actually has no use. These people have already tasted the sweetness. Even if some people are pressed by them and caught by the police, there will be others who do so.

For Lanse, losing hundreds of catties of wheat every day is irrelevant, but for these poor people, they might be able to eat a little better.

And the most critical point is that now is the time to build a good image of the Federation.

After watching for a while, Lanse made a decision.

In the evening, someone brought workers to fill the pitted ground here. There were many pairs of eyes watching them, just watching quietly.

But what made people feel unexpected was that the workers didn't leave immediately after paving the uneven ground, but stayed here, which made some people become impatient.

In the past few days, some of them have already obtained several pounds of wheat. For Lapa people who can't eat enough, it is like a festival.

Not everyone likes to eat food made of starch obtained through special processing. Compared with those hard-to-eat things, people actually want to eat wheat and wheat products more.

Thinking that if these workers don't leave, they will be very difficult to take advantage of like the past few days, these people are very uncomfortable.

In the morning, before the truck arrived, some people came again.

There are locals and federal people.

They also placed a table on the side of the road, and two local Lapa people walked over with their heads held high, standing behind the table.

They took the stick in their hands and beat the table, making a bang-bang sound.

The sound soon attracted those who were waiting to take advantage.

"Come over, the respected Master Lanse has something to tell you mud dog legs!"

Those people around, including children, looked at me and I looked at you, and finally leaned over.

They wanted to hear what the "Master Lanse" behind this person had to say.

When the people around gathered almost, one of the locals said loudly, "Master Lanse can't look at you mud dog legs like this all day. You broke the ground and made his car possibly damaged."

"Those trucks can buy your whole family's head!"

"However, the benevolent Master Lanse pities your poverty, so he distributes relief grain here every day."

"Everyone can reach into the grain bag and grab a handful. Grabbing more or less depends on ability, but everyone can only grab one handful."

"Three hundred pounds of wheat kernels every day, grab until it's gone."

"If anyone destroys the road again, not only will there be no grain, but the trucks will not pass here either."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had people throw five bags of grain from the car.

Looking at the 100-pound big grain bag, everyone became restless.

A handful, how much is a handful?

They have no concept.

The crowd began to squeeze inside, but fortunately there were people holding sticks to maintain order, and soon everyone began to line up in an orderly manner.

Children go first, this is the rule set by Lanse.

Adults have no opinion. Children's hands are so small, how much can they grab?

The children lined up excitedly. When the first child grabbed a large handful and put it on the small plate on the table, it was actually not much.

He looked a little frustrated, but also knew that everyone only had one chance.

This made many people feel fun, novel, and all began to line up.

Not long after, the big truck passed here, and there was no bumpy ground anymore, and the drivers breathed a sigh of relief.

They didn't know there had been many guesses, including whether Lanse would kill a few people here and hang them up, but now it seems that Master Lanse is still kind.

Roger also asked Lanse this question. He heard about this matter last night, and then knew Lanse's approach.

"Why not give them some punishment, but give them a kind of reward?", he didn't quite understand.

Lanse stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking at this poor capital, "Before you went to the Federation, what impression did you have of the Federation?"

An irrelevant question, but this question made Roger fall into memory and thinking.

"At that time... they told me that the Federation is a very polite and civilized country."

"Even if you don't close the windows, don't close the door, there will be no thieves to patronize your residence."

"People are polite, know shame and morality, and the ground is full of money."

"One of the stories I remember most deeply is that a group of old cowboys discovered a gold mine in a river in the west and became rich people."

"In my impression, it seems that whatever the federal people do, they will succeed."

He said with some emotion, this is the deepest impression he had of the Federation in that era.

He hadn't been to the Federation, everything was what he heard from people around him, or what the newspaper said.

Lanse looked down at the city at his feet, "The illiteracy rate here is higher, and ordinary people won't buy any newspapers. They don't know us."

"This is a channel for propaganda. Federal people possess golden virtues, and they will eventually spread."

"And at the most critical moment, they will treat us as the hope for survival."

"We don't need to care about them in such small things. Even if we control these people today, how do you know that some of them won't hold resentment against our behavior?"

"The opponent we really need to face is the ruling class of this country, not the very bottom of these societies."

He said and paused, "How much grain has been transported away?"

Roger came back to his senses, "More than half has already been."

Lanse nodded noncommittally, "Let others start too."

He is not just acquiring grain from the Lapa government directly here, there are many others who have entered various cities in Lapa and acquired various grains from the locals at higher prices.

Those businessmen in groups of three or five, riding horses, were acquiring grain on the streets of the city!

In November, the temperature gradually began to decrease. Of course, as a tropical region, the temperature is still about seventeen or eighteen degrees, which is the most pleasant time.

On the way from home to school, Pedro saw those businessmen.

They were standing outside a grain store, weighing the grain in two bags.

He stood by and watched for a while, then these foreigners paid a two-dollar denomination and a one-dollar denomination banknote, a fifty-cent coin, and other coins before leaving with food.

They paid in federal Sol, and Pedro had seen these money.

He walked over with some curiosity, "What did you sell to them?"

The shopkeeper filled his pockets with money with satisfaction, "Wheat and wheat flour, they used federal Sol to settle the account, very generous, and the price given was also very high."

He is in a good mood now, doesn't mind chatting a few more words, "These foreigners are really generous. They bought all the grain at a price of more than one point three dollars, and paid in federal Sol!"

Pedro asked a question that others didn't notice, "Why don't they go to the grain station to buy, and come to your grocery store to buy?"

The shopkeeper was stunned for a while after listening, "Who knows?"

"Anyway, as long as they give money."