The news of the explosion in Can Can Street spread throughout Huowu City the next morning.
For the wealthy people in the inner city, they may learn the news from the crystal ball or projection mirror as soon as they wake up. Those who have unique views on the current situation in Huowu City will naturally immediately realize that this is the chief mage advisor.
A key incident occurred when a conflict broke out between Nelem and the commander of Forsman's army, so he immediately asked the mage consultant at home to check the protective spells in the mansion, and at the same time asked the servants to stock up on food and daily necessities.
For those citizens who are still unable to live a wealthy life in the inner city, they rely on newspapers and periodicals delivered in front of their homes to learn about the explosion in Can Can Street. Large New World towns like Fire Dance City usually have chambers of commerce that specialize in books and newspapers.
, using the information obtained from the communication crystal tower, to publish and spread various important information of the New and Old Worlds.
Any citizen who has some spare money will order newspapers and periodicals to show that they are closely connected with the times. Ladies will also talk about the contents of newspapers and periodicals during afternoon tea parties, and they cannot be as ignorant as country farmers - although the contents of their exchanges are
Most of them are serial novels compiled and published by third-rate novelists, full of metaphorical hints, and with peculiar sexual orientations.
Of course, even most residents of Huowu City have never heard of Can Can Street. The slums in people's minds should be places called "slums". From time to time, there are ladies and socialites from the inner city.
Show the equality and fraternity of Fire Dance City, and donate materials to the slums on behalf of the citizens.
Even the Governor has set up a special charity project for this purpose. As long as you invest in charity, you can be exempted from certain taxes, which has also attracted many citizens to donate enthusiastically.
It can even be said that it was not until today that the news of the explosion in Can Can Street appeared in newspapers and magazines, occupying only a small corner of the corner, that people knew that there was such a poor place in Huowu City, so those kind-hearted citizens sighed:
"It's so pitiful. Why are there such poor people in the world? Don't they want to find a job?"
Then, he went back to his daily life without any disturbance, as if the explosion at Canned Street, which killed hundreds of people, was just the condiment for breakfast.
Of course, the residents near Can Can Street are more concerned. After all, those who live near Can Can Street are definitely not rich people. Carriage shops, tanneries, blacksmith shops, oil presses, laundries, and grocery stalls,
As well as rows of small rental buildings, people here are doing their best to live.
Those who are less lucky are places like Can Can Street, where there are only low shacks to live in. There are no perfect water channels and pipelines like other urban areas. All kinds of sewage and waste are dumped here, and the surrounding air is filled with a stomach-churning sour smell.
Rats and cockroaches walk around without fear of humans.
Those with better luck live in small rental buildings on two or three floors. Don’t think that you can have it all to yourself. One floor is divided into multiple rooms, and each room can barely fit two beds. In order to maximize the use of space,
It is divided into three tiers of beds: upper, middle and lower.
The people living in these small rental buildings are all people who want to find a livelihood in Huowu City. Their land in the countryside has either been annexed or their business has failed and gone bankrupt. They all have the most difficult and tiring jobs.
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People in the area around Canned Street heard several explosions last night, and a carriage carrying excrement overturned because the horses were frightened. The excrement spread all over the street, causing the street to smell bad the next day.
The air is suffocating.
"Damn! It stinks!" The sharp-faced guard captain pinched his nose and hurriedly walked through the slippery streets. He tried not to imagine what he stepped on. He thought that he had to be on duty in a place like this until night. It felt like
About to collapse.
"Why weren't these poor people all blown up to death in one go?" Captain Dao Tiao Lian had a mean expression and muttered to himself: "They are poor, smelly, and covered in diseases. My last job was a prostitute.
He got the disease from visiting the tavern girls in that area. The alchemist's medicine to treat the sores was extremely expensive, but there were not many church pastors in Huowu City. In the end, he resigned from office with a face full of sores... Damn,
I’m almost going to vomit!”
The knife-faced captain spat thick phlegm towards the roadside and cleared his throat. He was thinking about whether to go to an upscale red-light district to relax after his shift in the evening. There happened to be a businessman who had recently encountered difficulties with tax issues. He could blackmail him.
Bundle.
"Captain!" The deputy captain who came to Can Can Street after receiving the order last night came forward to greet him.
"Hmm." The knife-faced captain wanted to say a few words of courtesy, but seeing that the other party didn't look tired after a long night, he asked, "What? He looked energetic. Didn't anything big happen last night?"
"Big deal? We are just responsible for guarding a few street corners. We don't have to worry about the things inside - this is the chief adviser's order." The deputy captain looked in the direction of Canned Food Street with a slightly strange look.
The knife-faced captain was a little confused: "Didn't you say that half of the Canned Street was blown up last night? There were fireworks in the sky. With such a big battle, you don't need to arrest people, search them, and interrogate them all night?"
The vice-captain said with a relaxed look: "It is said that the chief consultant has entrusted the affairs of Can Can Street to a man named Dr. Olanso. And before dawn, several heavy-duty carriages went in to deliver food to the poor.
In short, we don’t need to do anything, and they won’t come out.”
"Is there such a good thing?" The captain with a knife face couldn't believe it. He had seen too many poor people encountering some problems and troubles, so they gathered together to make noises, shouting and killing. At this time, city guards like them with meager salaries were needed.
Set up roadblocks and set up conflicts, forcing the poor people to have no way out.
Of course, every time this time comes, the governor and officials will appear on the stage, covered with the fragrant smell after bathing, under the careful protection of the mages. First, they will sternly scold the guards headed by Captain Sword Face, scolding them for their poor performance and harm.
Common people, and then discuss with the leader of the poor people how to solve the problem. At this time, if any sponsor comes forward to provide black bread, those poor people will be eager to kneel down and lick each other's toes.
Being able to prevent the poor devils from actively causing trouble, the knife-faced captain was quite curious about who this "Doctor Olenso" was.
"What is this smell?" The knife-faced captain was originally worried that the canned food street would be filled with the smell of corpses. At this moment, he suddenly smelled a special fragrance, just like the fresh smell of vegetation growing in the suburbs in spring. It felt better than those bitches in the red light district.
The perfume smells even better. It immediately dissipates the smell of feces lingering in the nasal cavity and makes me feel more energetic.
"Oh, it seems that the doctor is boiling the potion. I haven't asked him what he wants to do yet," the vice-captain said.
"Potion? For the poor people here?" Captain Sword-faced wondered if Dr. Olanso was crazy. The alchemist's potion was as expensive as gold and silver melted into liquid. Where would anyone give potions to the poor people?
The knife-faced captain passed through the roadblocks set up by the guards and came to the open space outside Can Can Street. A large tent was now set up here. Several heavy-duty carriages were parked on the other side. There were a few wisps of smoke coming out, and some poor people were queuing up to receive food.
There is a dark cauldron in the middle of the food - just like the cauldron used by witches to cook children in the fairy tales that scared children in the past, but this time the person stirring the soup with a large spoon is a person with a similar appearance.
Plain woman in red headscarf.
From time to time, the woman in the red headscarf poured a large spoonful of soup into the laundry bucket on the ground next to her. The hot soup was poured on the dirty clothes, and the stains dissolved quickly. The two laundry ladies moved the bucket away and rubbed the clothes.
After a few times, I wring it out and hang it on the clothesline. There are pieces of white clothes hanging there. Although they are old, they are not dirty.
The knife-faced captain sniffed and walked towards the big tent in the direction of the scent. Outside, a group of poor people who had changed into clean clothes were queuing up quietly. There was a sturdy man next to the door.
The Black Panther glared at him, so frightened that Captain Sword Face almost pulled out his sword.
"Next!" A man's voice came from the tent, and the poor people opened the curtain and entered. The knife-faced captain was a little dissatisfied. He pulled away from the queue and broke into the tent. He saw a man sitting on a chair and raising his hand.
He pressed the poor man's wrist and whispered to the child beside him:
"Remember, looking, smelling, asking, feeling, and feeling the pulse are only one of them. Don't watch me do this, and you will think that feeling the pulse is the only one. To grasp the disease, you need to make a comprehensive judgment based on the status of multiple indicators of the body.
If you have more in-depth observation capabilities or technology, you can naturally understand the patient's physical condition more comprehensively. In addition, you must also combine the human body with the surrounding environment, climate and daily habits for reference. Like the situation before Canned Street, here
Infections are mainly caused by contact with dirt. If there are wounds on the skin, they need to be treated in time..."
"Are you Dr. Olanso?" Captain Sword-faced interrupted impatiently. He saw several small stoves placed in the big tent, with clay pots on them. The potion boiled in them gave off a fresh fragrance.
The source, the fumigating water mist does not make people feel damp and hot at all, but makes the whole body smooth and comfortable as if the pores are opened.
Xuan Weizi glanced up indifferently, sent Little Taylor to take care of the decoction, and said, "It's me. What's the matter? Finish as soon as possible, I have to see the next patient."
The knife-faced captain was furious and wondered how this doctor could have such a big air. He raised his hand and asked, "Doctor? Do you have a medical qualification certificate?"
Xuan Weizi shook his head and said, "No, will you give it to me?"
"You don't have a medical qualification certificate, how dare you treat illnesses and save people? Who gave you the courage? Are you responsible for treating people to death?!" Captain Sword-faced scolded loudly.
"People die when they die, and I can't guarantee that I can cure all injuries and illnesses." Xuan Weizi said expressionlessly: "Even if you have a medical qualification certificate, can you bring people back to life?"
"Fart! You're full of nonsense!" The knife-faced captain felt that the person in front of him was simply a freak. He just treated the poor people, and also changed their clothes and gave them food.
Xuan Weizi was too lazy to talk nonsense and shouted outside: "Next one!"
The sword-faced captain saw that this "Doctor Olanso" had so boldly ignored him, and was about to teach him a lesson. Before he could pull out the sword on his waist, his waist and abdomen suddenly tightened. Before he could see clearly what it was,
The whole person was pulled directly out of the tent. The knife-faced captain felt the surrounding scenery passing by quickly, and his body flew out out of control.
In the end, it flew hundreds of feet, smashed the roadblock, and fell heavily to the ground.
"Captain, Captain!" The vice-captain was surprised to see the knife-faced captain coming back in such an embarrassing state, and quickly helped him up.
The sword-faced captain relaxed and found that except for the pain caused by some bumps and hits, he was not injured. He immediately understood that this was the effect of magic, and his face suddenly turned pale and asked: "This Doctor Olanso, he,
He is a mage?!"
The deputy captain just nodded blankly and said: "That's right. I heard that there was an explosion in Can Can Street last night. He was the one who put out the flames, otherwise the fire would have spread to the surrounding neighborhoods."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?!" The knife-faced captain felt like his head was about to explode. In a place like Huowu City, he was just an ordinary warrior who couldn't even perform magic. What would happen if he offended a spell caster?
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The vice-captain suppressed a smile and thought, isn't this just right? How can I get to the top if I don't torment you to death? You usually see how greedy you are, and the brothers don't even have a chance to share it with you. They want to kill you.
There are so many people!
"Then captain, do you want to apologize to others?" the vice-captain asked.
"I, I..." The sword-faced captain was in a panic. His legs were trembling while he was leaning against the wall, and his crotch was even wet.
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Hyperion watched as many poor people collected various scraps from the dilapidated Canned Street, knocked down the burnt shacks and cleared them, and then built simple huts bit by bit.
Hyperion was awakened by the bird scouts of "Doctor Olenso" last night, informed about the Canned Can Street, and asked him to come and assist.
Speaking of assistance, Dr. Olanso made a generous offer, which was to invite Hyperion's caravan to join the Changqing Chamber of Commerce in Chaidui Town, allowing him to participate in future business and transportation, and also providing him with a share of the guild's dividends.
The content of the assistance is to provide the poor people in Can Can Street with their daily needs, from normal diet, to a change of clothes, and even some construction tools and building materials, all of which can be the most rudimentary and just enough to survive.
Hyperion is also uneasy about such assistance. Who would help the poor these days for no reason? And there is no gain in helping them.
However, when Hyperion saw the red-turbaned tavern girl, he still chose to stay, and even spent money to purchase abandoned building materials and old cloth in the surrounding area in batches, so that the poor people in Can Can Street could rebuild their homes and replace them.
Put on new clothes, even though you still look as poor as ever.
This time Hyperion spent almost half of his savings, and he was betting his future on this. If he failed, Hyperion wouldn't have to leave, and he would spend the rest of his life hanging out with these people in Can Can Street.
Just one piece.
Looking at the red-turbaned girl from a distance, chatting and laughing happily with the other washerwomen hanging clothes, Hyperion suddenly felt that if they really get along like this, there seems to be nothing worth worrying about. The savings he has earned in half his life will not be worth it.
I didn't let myself live a comfortable life for half a day.