The "Salt Marsh Town Civilized Ordinance" is real. It was drafted by Guru after the street cleaning operation had been going on for a while, in accordance with Wu Lai's instructions to "consolidate results and improve levels". The ordinance has very detailed provisions on the basic norms, inspection and supervision, and punishment of civilized behavior. After being read out and explained at several assemblies, basically all the townspeople are familiar with it and remember it by heart. Not to mention, after the ordinance was introduced, quarrels and fights in the town have almost disappeared, and the town managers have also been relieved a lot.

Naturally, ninety-nine percent of those who dare to violate the regulations are outsiders, such as the one today. He has a rather prominent background - his name is Cameron, Cameron Joyce, the nephew of George, the governor of Lovington.

Cameron is nineteen years old and is a dandy, but his dandyism is a little low-class because his basic skills are a little weak and George has too many followers and friends in Rovington. Therefore, Cameron has neither the appeal of Khufu to become a dandy leader, nor the background of Wright to be domineering. To put it bluntly, he can only wander around Rovington like a scoundrel, bullying civilians, taking advantage of young widows, and at most hanging around the slave market, touching the good-looking female slaves for sale.

Cameron sneaked to Salt Marsh Town purely on impulse. Three days ago, he was wandering around the slave market as usual, and then he ran into an "acquaintance". Of course, the term "acquaintance" was just Cameron's wishful thinking, because his brain was a little bit not working well, and he liked to imitate his uncle George's arrogance, so he often offended people without knowing it. Fortunately, his uncle George had a solid foundation in Lovington, and Cameron didn't really do anything to anyone, so he had been living in peace all along.

This "acquaintance" was named Cezanne. He was a commoner and a small grain merchant who was striving to enter the citizenship. Cameroon didn't really offend him. He just touched Cezanne's sister's buttocks when they were shopping one day, which was at most a "slight harassment".

Cézanne was present at the time, and when everyone who saw this scene was laughing, the "seeds of hatred" were planted and sprouted in Cézanne's heart.

At Cezanne's cordial invitation, Cameron boarded Cezanne's grain cart and came to Salt Marsh Town without even bringing his entourage, because Cezanne invited him to visit Salt Marsh Town and also said many things about how fun Salt Marsh Town was. Cameron, who had never been to Salt Marsh Town but had heard many legends about Salt Marsh Town, was happy to believe it.

Cezanne had traveled to Salt Marsh Town more than ten times to sell grain. He knew the situation in Salt Marsh Town very well. He knew that under Wu Lai's rule, no matter who violated the regulations of Salt Marsh Town, the town officials would definitely handle it impartially and would not save face for anyone.

How does the town manage it? Fine, whip, or both.

The trouble Cameroon has been doing right now is more than just whipping - after being instigated by Cezanne into the dance hall, he actually took a liking to the busy El at first sight, and stupidly walked up to him and asked him if he was a civilian or a citizen. As soon as El answered the word civilian, this bastard hugged El and started biting him.

Cézanne had expected Cameroon's action. Intending to make this guy suffer, he immediately and loudly urged Cameroon to let go. However, he did not go forward to persuade him. Instead, he ran to the door of the dance hall and loudly persuaded him. Then, people who heard the noise gathered around.

El was angry and anxious, and he struggled left and right, trying to avoid Cameron's mouth, but he succeeded every time - Cameron was pampered, he didn't have a brain but had a lot of flesh, his body was more than twice as big as El's, and now he held him tightly, how could El break free by himself.

He was a fool. When the singing and dancing girls gathered around him and pulled him, he shouted, "Get lost! I am Cameroon Joyce! George Joyce is my uncle!"

After shouting twice, no one dared to approach. El had been with Wu Lai for a long time and had never suffered such humiliation. He knew that he was embarrassing Wu Lai, and he felt bitter in his heart and started crying on the spot.

When El cried, Cameroon became even more proud and arrogant. While hugging her tightly, he shouted at the singing and dancing girls who dared not approach or leave: "Get out of here, you stinky women. In this little salt marsh town of yours, no one dares to stop me, Cameroon!"

"Who said that?!" a shout came from the crowd at the door and into the dance hall.

"I said! I am Cameron Joyce!" Cameron raised his head and glanced at the door, only to see two young men of the same age as himself had separated from the crowd and walked in. No, it was not that they separated, but people automatically made way for them.

Some background? Cameroon was stunned, and couldn't help but look at Wulai and Guru again. He saw that both of them were wearing simple white robes, but on one side of their belts was a bronze identity plate that only citizens would wear.

"Who are you?" Cameron asked with a frown.

"Let her go." Gulu glared at Cameroon and pointed at El who was struggling in Cameroon's arms. "No matter who you are, let her go first!"

In Guru's view, El is Wu Lai's confidant. Bullying Wu Lai's confidant is equivalent to bullying his Guru's confidant. How can he not be angry?

"Huh? You're so arrogant! I won't let go, what can you do to me?" Cameron saw Gulu glaring at him and his eyes widened even wider.

Guru was furious and was about to speak when five or six town guards rushed in from the door. When they saw Wu Lai and Guru were there, they hurried over. The leader glanced at the scene and understood 99% of what was going on. He patted his chest and said to Wu Lai, "Master Wu Lai, give the order on how to punish this kid."

"Lord Wulai? So you are Wulai Grindo? Do you know who I am?" Cameron chuckled, took off his ID card and shook it, saying, "My uncle is George Joyce, and you are under his jurisdiction."

Wu Lai frowned and glanced at Cameroon, and spat out two words: "Idiot."

The town leader was stunned, thinking that if the other party was really George's nephew, it would be difficult to deal with.

Just as he was thinking this, Wu Lai spoke up: "According to the regulations, molesting women in public has a bad influence and is punishable by thirty lashes and fifteen days of hard labor. The punishment is immediate."

"Yes!" The leader of the town management team immediately cheered up. Since Wu Lai had spoken, there would be someone to protect him no matter what happened in the future. Why not take action now? "Hey, hey, hey, what do you want to do?" Cameron panicked and quickly let go of El, because the town management team rolled up their sleeves and rushed over with their fangs and claws bared. That posture did not take him seriously.

Of course, Cameroon will not be taken seriously. No matter who you are, bullying Lord Wu Lai's confidants on the land of Salt Marsh Town is a serious crime, not to mention that the order was given by Lord Wu Lai himself.

Although Cameroon was tall and strong, he could not stand up to the outnumbered town guards. He was pushed to the ground after he barely resisted. His robe was lifted up and his pants were pulled down, revealing his big white butt. The next moment, the leader of the town guards laughed and whipped Cameroon's butt hard with a whip, leaving a blood mark as thick as a finger...

"Ouch!" Cameron's scream suddenly rang out. Cezanne at the door immediately covered his mouth and laughed so hard that his shoulders shook.

"Master." El ran to Wu Lai. If Cameron hadn't kissed her several times just now, she might have thrown herself into Wu Lai's arms and cried.

"Well, you have to hire two brave and strong bodyguards for your dance hall, otherwise, this kind of thing will happen again in the future." Wu Lai no longer had the mood to watch the performance of the singing and dancing girl. After speaking softly, he flicked his sleeves and went out. Guru comforted El and followed him out.

"After all, he is George's nephew. Not only will he be beaten, but he will also have to do hard labor?" Gulu asked with a smile, without any sign of worry. In his opinion, there was no one in Lovington that Wu Lai dared not to provoke.

"Why not do the labor? By the way, ask someone to get that kid's badge later, and then go to my armory and have them make a copy of it exactly, but make some flaws on the badge so that anyone with a discerning eye can tell it's fake. After the copy is done, melt the real badge." Wu Lai patted Guru's shoulder and said.

"No problem." Guru chuckled and nodded.

"As for me," Woolley stretched, "I'll ask Ellette to write a letter for me to our Lord George Joyce, saying that we caught a swindler pretending to be his nephew in Saltmarsh Town, beat him up, and made him do hard labor. Tomorrow morning, I'll have someone send the letter and the fake badge to Lovington by express horse for Lord George to review. He has the final say on how to deal with it."

"That's good, I like it." Guru clapped his hands with a smile.

Eight days later, George's second butler came to Salt Marsh Town to identify someone. Originally, George did not plan to arrange for anyone to come, because Wu Lai had read the letter and sign sent by someone, and the sign was obviously forged. However, after searching for Cameroon in the city for two days and not seeing him, George decided to send someone to Salt Marsh Town to check it out.

When George's second butler saw Cameroon limping along the street, he was shocked: "Master Cameroon, is it really you?"

"It's me..." Cameroon threw away the broom and hugged the second butler tightly regardless of anything, wiping his snot and tears on his shoulders, crying loudly and sadly.

"I was bullied by Wuleglindo..." Cameroon sobbed as he told the story.

The second butler slapped his thigh and said, "Master Cameroon, let's go back to Lunvington first. This Salt Marsh Town, ah, you won't understand even if I tell you..."

"Let's go and talk to him!" Cameron had cried enough, wiped his nose, grabbed the second butler's sleeve and was about to leave.

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"Master Cameron." The second butler quickly shook off Cameron's hand, and then said with a serious face, "Don't make trouble anymore. It's better to go back to Longvington first. Besides, I went to the official residence of Salt Marsh Town to inquire as soon as I arrived. That Woolelindo has been out for two days and is not in town."

The second butler was not fooling Cameron. He had indeed been to the official residence to deliver a message to Wu Lai, and Wu Lai had indeed left the town two days ago.

While Cameroon was nagging the second steward, Wu Lai was busy at the water diversion site. Not only was he there, but Pompey was also there. It was easy to understand why Wu Lai was there, as he was the governor of the town, and he was the one who took the lead in digging a canal from the Black River to divert water to Salt Marsh Town.

Pompey also came to the construction site because he didn't want to miss out on seeing something new, because he heard from Wu Lai that in two days, the water could be brought here, and then flow along the ditch outlet to the depression four miles north of Salt Marsh Town, which circled around the edge for more than thirty miles.

At this moment, Wu Lai and Pompey were walking side by side beside a section of the ditch, followed by several guards and two foremen of this section of the ditch.

"There is a natural reservoir there, and the terrain is lower on the side facing Salt Marsh Town. More than 500 people are compacting the embankment there now. The pipeline in the town has not been laid yet. Once it is ready, I can let the water flow directly into the town." Wu Lai said to Pompey with a smile.

"Lord Wu Lai, you are really quick. It has only been a short period of time, and you have already dug a ditch of more than seventy miles." Pompey said in admiration.

"More than 70 miles? More than that, it's almost 110 miles. The terrain from Heihe to here is very complicated. In some sections, we have to take a long detour. Just the section of steep rocky mountains, we took a detour of 22 miles. If we dig in a straight line, you can see that we won't be able to get water even after another year." Wu Lai laughed and said, "Fortunately, I am not afraid of spending money, so everyone is willing to put in the effort, so we were able to complete the project within the planned time."

"There will always be brave men when there is a big reward. When Lord Wu Lai takes action, how can we not work hard?" Pompey nodded with a smile and pointed at the ditch. "Isn't this ditch a little small?"

It is no wonder that Pompey had such an idea. In his mind, Wu Lai should have brought a river, but the ditch in front of him was obviously very different from what he had imagined before.

"Small? Not small." Wu Lai waved his hand. "Although it is only fifteen cubits wide, the average depth is more than ten cubits. It will take less than ten days to fill the depression north of Salt Marsh Town. In order to prevent the water from flowing too fast, I have installed regulating grilles in many places."

"Adjust...the grille? Why not let the water flow faster?" Pompey frowned.

"Didn't I just say that the terrain of the depression facing Salt Marsh Town is lower? If the water fills up too quickly, it will overflow. I don't want Salt Marsh Town to become a swamp." Wu Lai replied with a smile.

"Huh? Doesn't Saltmarsh Town have a moat? Why don't you just dig it through? It will then become a moat, just like the moat next to Seneca's paper mill. It would be great if you could install drawbridges at all three gates." Pompey said.

Wu Lai shook his head quickly: "My Pompeii priest, this is only an idea, but I dare not do it. Not to mention that my canal is a dry canal that cannot withstand the erosion of water. Even if it can withstand it, if I am not careful, it may destroy the salt industry in Yanmarsh Town."

"Ruined?" Pompey frowned.

Wu Lai nodded, but did not explain further, because it was obviously a bit troublesome, especially since Pompeii knew nothing about geology. You have to know that the water is not good no matter how it is diverted. If it is not done properly, it will seep into the salt well and dilute the brine, which is not bad. If it causes devastating damage to the rock layer where the salt well is located, the Salt Marsh Town will be finished. Don't think that Wu Lai diverted the water to that depression just because he saw that place is suitable for water storage. Instead, he found many old salt workers who knew how to explore and spent two and a half months in that large depression. He went through it several times like a net, and confirmed that the water storage capacity was good and there were no dark holes that would cause damage to the rock layer in the surrounding area. Only then did he finalize this point as the water storage site.

"Yes." Pompey also nodded. "If you say it will be destroyed, it will definitely be destroyed. Of course, if you say it will be successful, it will be successful. My Lord Wulai, if I had not dedicated myself to the god Amon, I would really like to worship you as my idol."

"I'm a little bit unworthy of your compliment." Wu Lai said with a smile, and waved his hand, "Let's go, let's ride to see the nearest adjustable grille. We can't be careless with that thing. I'd better see it with my own eyes to feel at ease."

"Okay, but can you tell me a little more details? I mean the 'pipeline laying' you just mentioned." Pompey asked as he walked.

"My Pompeii priest, you are really curious. This is unlike you in the past." Wu Lai said with a smile.

"Oh, my Lord Wu Lai, you are no longer the child you used to be. Please believe me, anyone who stays with you for a long time will inevitably become curious about you. I think no one is an exception." Pompey said with a smile.