"Hmph! Why should our houses and fields be given to outsiders?"

"Yes, yes."

"Hi! I've been getting more and more pain in my waist recently. I can't even do it anymore. I still have to grit my teeth and do it every day."

"I don't even think about who taught them the planting techniques."

"We must not sit still and wait for death!"

In a hall that was being built, a bunch of people were busy, and many people were nagging. Everything nowadays is too unfair to the original townspeople. One of them was looking at the middle of the drawing.

The young man put down the drawing in his hand.

"It's better not to nag. It will be bad if those bastards hear you."

Many people looked like they dared to be angry but dared not speak. Some people struck harder with the tapping tools in their hands to express their inner dissatisfaction. The place where they were was originally a building south of the ruling office.

The small trading market is now being expanded and transformed into a large gathering and trading place with a height of 50%.

There are no guards at the construction site, and the construction date is April 1st of this year, which is April 1st of 2277.

This project started after Christmas last year and was handed over to them, a construction team of nearly 300 people. They used to be some craftsmen in the town, and they built most of the building facilities in the town.

Got up.

Although Verla promised them that as long as they complete these tasks, they can be assigned houses, many people still complain that their past houses no longer belong to them and have been assigned to those high-level officials. In this case, they

We visited Verla many times. Many people just wanted to get their houses back, but Verla did not agree to their invitation.

Not only them, but the aboriginal people in the town have gone to Viela in the past, because the land and houses belonged to them in the past, and they also made great contributions to Winter City, but Viela did not do anything.

Giving them even the slightest benefit is unacceptable to most people.

The weather today is a bit cold. The coldest time of the year has begun. It has just entered February. Many people have started working at 7 o'clock in the morning. Now it is just after 9 o'clock. Some people can no longer work and their hands and feet are still numb.

of.

Some people couldn't stand it anymore, so they stopped. Gradually, more and more people stopped. Only a ray of warm sunshine shone on them, but this already made many people feel satisfied.

"This is no fucking way for people to live."

At this time, a person threw away the tools in his hand, and for a while, the people who were still busy around the hall stopped involuntarily. Everyone felt the same way. Many of them had made sacrifices in the commotion surrounding the town.

They have suffered too much, lost their loved ones, and now they have even lost their property. Everything that many people have worked hard for most of their lives has been lost.

"Musta, what should we do!"

At this time, many people looked at the middle-aged man who was standing in front of a small table in the middle and looking at the construction drawings. Some people could not help but sob. They had a heavy workload and had to open their eyes every day.

Participated in the construction of houses, but basically the treatment is the same as others, not only them, but also other people in the town.

Many people have been discussing some things recently. Although Viera said on the surface that if there is any problem, they can send representatives to discuss with her. They have sent representatives many times to discuss, but the result is still the same. Viera did not agree to them.

Require.

Most people's requests were very simple. They wanted the properties and some fields that originally belonged to the townspeople to be returned to them, and their treatment to be improved. However, these requests were rejected by Viera one by one.

"I'll go over now and talk to Vila."

Musta said, turned around and started walking away. Some people advised him not to go again, but there was no result if he went, and Musta decided to finally talk to Verla.

"You guys keep working, I must get a certain answer today."

Musta walked quickly. The streets were basically quiet. Most people were either continuing to expand and cultivate on the outskirts of the city, or were busy in farmland and breeding farms. There were only a few fixed places with a few Winter Guards.

people are patrolling.

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Do you want to come to my place for a drink?"

Suddenly a familiar voice sounded. Musta looked over and saw that it was Redes.

"Old Lei!"

Musta shouted and Redes came over with a smile.

"Where are you going, Musta!"

"Go talk to the Queen."

Redes saw the extreme reluctance on Musta's face, and he smiled helplessly.

"Forget it Musta, I think you guys have been doing it too frequently recently, which is never a good thing!"

"Humph, it didn't happen to you, Lao Lei!"

Redes knows what Musta means. This group of people is still the same as before. They will be kind to you when they need you, and kick you aside when you are no longer needed.

"The same thing happened back then. What are you going to do? If you don't get a satisfactory answer, will it be the same as back then?"

Musta looked at Redes angrily.

"Lao Lei, don't forget, you also participated."

Redes laughed heartily.

"Yes, I did participate, but I was forced by you."

Mosta didn't plan to say anything to Redes anymore. His credit among them was ruined. When problems occurred in the town, all the plans he came up with failed, and Musta's son was also in Redes.

Due to Des's insistence, he died in the dense forest near the water plant.

Musta quickly arrived at the palace, which was still under construction. After he explained his purpose to several Winter Guards at the door, he was taken in and searched directly, and then the Guards asked him to wait in the hall.

"Musta!"

At this time, an excited voice sounded, and Musta looked over. It was Fred. He was wearing a warm leather coat and a cloak with a winter emblem on it.

"Fred...King!"

Musta could only bow slightly, and Fred ran over happily.

"Is everything going well with you there?"

Musta lowered his head and looked unhappy. Fred pulled him to sit on a chair nearby.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"Fred, please help us!"

Musta choked with sobs and his voice was a little sad. He talked about the house and land, and how they had to build some buildings day and night, which was too strenuous for them.

"We just want to get our property back. It's our property, isn't it? Fred, have you forgotten that we all helped you when you and your sister were studying here?"

Fred let out a somewhat uncomfortable sigh, and then stood up.

"When my sister comes, I will have a good talk with her on your behalf."

Musta kept saying thank you, and after a while Verla came down from the second floor with someone. Fred immediately came over, and Susie followed.

"What's wrong Fred?"

"Sister, why don't you return the houses and land that originally belonged to the townspeople in the town to them?"

Fred said with some excitement.

Verla glanced at Musta, who was bent over and holding his hat, looking a little uneasy.

"New houses have been allocated to some of you, and you will be given more food every day than others. All tools made will be given to you first. What else do you want?"

Verla asked, Musta lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

"This matter is over here. Don't mention it again in the future. If you want to get back your so-called property, you should communicate with the officials of the original country, expel us outsiders, and pass the law to get back what belongs to you.

Something!”

Vella stared at Musta with an angry expression. In the past month, the townspeople have often sent representatives to explain something for various reasons. It seemed like opinions, but in fact they were threats.

"Sister! How is this possible? The world has become like this now. Aren't you trying to make things difficult for others?"

Vila stared at Fred.

"You also know, Fred? Then do you or do you know, Musta, if you are dissatisfied, yes, I can return your land and houses to you, but in the future, please rely on your own efforts and face the cold winter in the future.

The city has nothing to do with it. How can you speak? Musta? Are you mute?"

Musta was already a little angry at this time, but he was unable to refute it. It was true that Verla had given them better treatment than ordinary people, and this was an indisputable fact.

"Your Majesty, those things were originally me..."

"Okay, I have to go to the reclamation site to inspect. If you think clearly, you can come over at any time. I can return your house to you, but you don't need to participate in everything in Winter City from now on. What do you want, do you want to sleep until

You can do it at any time, but only on your own land. Once you enter our Winter City land, you will be cleared out as intruders."

Fred wanted to say something, but his wife Susie grabbed his arm and pulled him over.

Verla walked up to Musta, who had his head lowered, and looked at him blankly.

"I understand, in the pioneering era, cities existed because of people. But once a city is established and people start to increase, it is not that the city needs you to exist, but that you need the city to exist! If still

If you don't understand, you will only be reduced to bones when the city is built."

Verla's words were a bit cruel, Musta clenched his fists angrily, Verla glanced at Fred, and then started walking away with the others.

Although Fred still wanted to say something, he was already dragged towards the second floor by Susie, while Musta was carried out of the palace by two members of the Winter Guard.
To be continued...