Chapter 219, Do you know the seriousness of the matter? !
Since embarking on the journey back home, everything Cohen Puglia saw and heard was beautiful.
He was imagining his future life all the way.
But what he didn't expect was that the first discord he heard came from his own home.
My house was on fire?
He suppressed the anger in his heart, stood outside, and listened to the conversation inside continue to float out.
"… The fees for borrowing farm machinery, the land taxes, the head taxes, what your family has to pay has been reduced as much as possible. Don't be ungrateful."
"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir...but..." His father's rather cowardly voice came from inside, "Didn't the notice board posted in the farm and the officials from the provincial capital say that these were all free? They said that we would all be agricultural workers in the future, and the benefits and allowances we receive would all be ours. They said that the means of production are publicly owned and everyone can use them. And the grain produced is not ours, it's all public. We only get our own benefits and allowances...Why do we have to use our own allowances to pay for these expenses?"
"Hey, old Priya, you can speak eloquently now, right?"
"The master who came from the provincial capital, a year or two ago, was just a peasant, so he is worthy of being called a master?"
"What announcement is there? Go check it out now. Is there any announcement posted there?"
Another round of scolding was heard.
Cohen Puglia's face turned extremely cold, but his eyes were so hot that they seemed to be spitting fire.
He half turned his head and looked at Momo, as if asking what was going on.
Momo looked a little embarrassed, his eyes wandering.
He hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "I don't know why the master's people happened to come to your house today... Well, Brother Cohen, I have something else to do. I'll put the things here for you. Let's talk later..."
Obviously, this guy named Momo didn't want to get involved in this matter and ran away.
Before Priya could stop him and ask more questions, his old father's voice rang out again in the room:
"But... my son will be back soon. Cohen went to fight for the governor and lost one of his hands. We have to keep the remaining allowance in our family, otherwise what will we do in the future... ah..."
Before he could finish his words, there was a crisp sound of "pop" and his father's scream.
"You don't want to be ashamed, huh?"
Hearing this, Cohen was filled with rage and no longer had the patience to wait outside.
He pushed the door open and entered the room.
With a quick glance, he saw his younger brother and sister huddled in the side room, peeking through a crack in the door; he saw his mother sitting beside them crying, he saw his father who had just been slapped and was covering his face, and he saw three arrogant men.
He knew these three people.
They were all so-called "masters", male servants of the former owner of the manor of Weire Farm. They did not farm or work, but devoted themselves to serving the owner of the manor, Master Zicklin, who was once the leader of the manor militia.
Now, Master Qi Kelin no longer has ownership of Weire Farm, but he still relies on the policy of the alliance when it reorganized the Qinggu Mutual Aid Association, and has become the chief executive of Weire Farm. And the former male servants have also become civil servants in the farm, a village-level administrative unit, under his operation.
Outside the door, Priya had roughly understood the whole story.
It’s just that Zeckerlin and his group of lackeys still regard Weire Farm as their private property; those who stay on the farm and do not move away are still his slaves.
The so-called agricultural machinery usage fees, land taxes, head taxes... these are not available in the alliance, but this guy made them up on his own and levied them using the government's administrative power.
Will the collected taxes and fees be handed over to the alliance?
That obviously won't happen.
They didn't even dare to touch the output of the land. After the reform of Beiqing Valley, all the land was state-owned. How could they dare to take anything from the Union Government?
But they still have the courage to seize the allowances and welfare rations of the serfs...oh, now the agricultural workers.
And it's very big.
Now, Priya is very angry.
He was not only angry at the poor treatment his family had received, not only at the slap his father had received, but also at the subversive challenge to his own ideals.
Although he had only been in the army for a few months, he had a deep understanding of the fact that he paid the price of his half-crippled body in order to fight for the happy life of all the people of Angry Owl Star, to break the cannibalistic environment formed in the wasteland, and to rebuild a beautiful home.
This is a glorious mission, and he regrets that he cannot continue to fight for this great cause in the army.
And when he returned to his hometown to continue his great cause in another way, he saw this scene.
This is a betrayal of the ideals of the Alliance, a subversion of the Governor's Declaration, and a humiliation to the countless people who are willing to go through fire and water for the entire planet!
He asked calmly amidst his anger, "Who beat my father?"
The leader looked up and down at the half-crippled man whose temperament had completely changed. He had some impression of him: "Cohen?"
"It's me. Who did it just now?"
"I did it, what's up?" A man nearby popped up.
With a crisp sound, Priya slapped with her intact left hand.
It was true that he had a broken hand, but he was a veteran who had been trained in the magical recruit camp, had fought on the battlefield for three months with real guns and swords, and had taken at least seven or eight lives. He was the sharp knife who could be chosen for such a difficult task as conquering the bunker.
The lost hand is gone, but the remaining one is still full of strength.
The man was prepared, but he still couldn't dodge or block the slap. He was slapped hard and fell to the ground. He was so dizzy that he couldn't stand up.
Seeing this, the other two rushed towards Priya.
But the two of them were no match for Priya, the half-crippled veteran. In no time, they were all knocked to the ground by him with just one hand.
In the end, the three of them could only support each other and run away in a panic.
"You're a big shot in the army for a few months, right? You're back with a broken arm and a blind eye, a useless man! Just wait for me!"
Before leaving, he did not forget to say something cruel.
…
After those guys were chased away, the younger brothers and sisters who were hiding in the house ran out and hugged their brother on both sides; the father put down his hands and looked at his son who had been away from home for many months. In addition to the broken hand and disability, his temperament had also changed a lot. He didn't know what expression to show; the mother wiped her tears, walked up to him, stroked his stumps and the injured half of his face, and burst into tears.
Cohen Puglia calmed his younger siblings and sent them back to their rooms, and only then did he have time to have a good chat with his parents.
At this moment, the mother had already wiped away her tears, but when she saw his right hand, she still showed a sad expression: "I shouldn't have let you join the army back then!"
"Don't be like this, Mom." Cohen pretended to be relaxed and said, "I never regretted joining the army. In the east, there are more people like us who need help, and we are going to liberate them. What's more, although I didn't come back intact, at least I came back, and the army's policies are also very good. I brought a lot of pensions, enough for us to renovate the house, buy a lot of things, and even buy our own farm machinery... I am still at the rank of E9, which is higher than most people on the farm. Life will be better in the future."
"I'd rather you didn't get hurt than get that pension."
Cohen had anticipated his mother's reaction. This was how a mother who loved her son would react.
He could only continue to persuade his mother with kind words, and his mother's mood gradually improved.
At this moment, his father spoke with concern: "Today, you beat away Master Qiklin's men, they will not let it go."
Cohen turned his head and replied, "Yeah, I think so. However, now is the world of the Alliance, and it is not the time for him to cover up everything. I will write a letter later and ask someone to deliver it to the Veterans Affairs Bureau in Chatan City when a van passes by. They will take care of it."
He seemed full of confidence when he said this.
That's exactly what he thought.
"What will happen then?"
"That Zeckerlin will definitely be punished, and our entire farm will no longer be oppressed and bullied by him."
Hearing this, his father did not become happy. Instead, he sighed and said, "If you ask me... why don't we just give them the money, and at most apologize to those people you injured today? If they knew you had so much pension and retirement benefits, and the little allowance they asked for was not much, they should just give it to them..."
"What are you talking about?" Cohen was very dissatisfied. "How can you encourage the arrogance of that bastard? Although the pension is generous, it was earned by me alone. No matter how much more, I can't give them more! The allowances you two have earned by working hard in the fields, you can't give them any less!"
Old Priya wanted to say something, but was stopped by his son: "Okay, Dad, no more words, I'll write the letter right away, that guy won't be around for a few more days."
Afterwards, the Puglia family put aside their worries, had a reunion dinner, and chatted together for a while.
He wanted to help his mother clean up, but was stopped.
"Why are you still helping me when you are already like this? Go and have a rest."
Cohen did not force himself and returned to his room.
The newly built wooden house at home is not small in size. In order to facilitate work in the fields, the wooden house is located on the edge of the manor. There is a lot of open space around it. Wood is very cheap because of the special period. Therefore, when it was built, the issue of children starting families was considered. The area is not small and there are many rooms.
Back in the room, Cohen took out the paper and pen he had brought with him and began to write.
Before leaving home, Cohen Puglia knew only a few words and was semi-illiterate; during the few months in the army, he made a lot of progress in literacy. The army also issued them stationery, including diaries and pens.
It is somewhat difficult for Cohen to write a colorful article; but if he puts his heart into it and uses common words to make things clear, there will be no problem.
He just writes a little slower, but he doesn't have anything else to do right now.
He recorded in detail in his diary what he saw and heard on his way home, the infuriating things he encountered when he returned home, and his thoughts on them.
I have seen the great changes in the Beiqing Valley area along the way, and I feel a sense of happiness and anticipation;
Seeing the remnants of the old times, the anger and pain that still erupted in the slightly hot farm;
The scorn for these shameful people and the expectation for the alliance;
He wrote a lot of words in a very eloquent way. It took him a long time. It was already late at night, but he was still writing under the light.
He wants to put all these things into words.
At that time, I could tear off this part of the diary, and when a convertible passes by, I could pay the driver some allowance to help deliver the letter. That should be feasible.
If that doesn't work, just go to Chatan City yourself.
Anyway, the road is clear now, it will only take two or three days.
I'm just worried that if I'm not at home, my parents will be in danger.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a strange noise coming from outside.
Having just been discharged from the army, he is still alert.
He opened the window a crack, looked out, and saw the deformed monster.
There were no high-level stuff, just ordinary, cannon fodder-type deformed monsters with only melee capabilities, but at a glance there were at least twenty of them!
Why are there so many deformed monsters that they almost surround their house?
He threw the diary under the bed, then quickly got up and prepared to wake up his family.
But at this moment, the tightly bolted wooden door of his house was smashed open.
He looked over and saw a familiar figure running away in panic. Before he could chase after it, two deformed monsters with ropes tied to their bodies but now loosened rushed over from the door.
Cohen subconsciously wanted to draw his gun and fight, but at this moment, he had neither weapons nor hands.
…
"I have finished the story I wanted to tell."
Milia de Jong let out a long breath and closed the diary in her hand.
She and her teammates were from a team directly under the Supreme Court of the Alliance, codenamed "Demon Hunters". Their team consisted of 20 people, responsible for going south to investigate the corruption in the Northern Qinggu Province.
Milia de Jong raised her head and stared at her brother-in-law in front of her.
"Captain Jason Morgan, what do you think after listening to this story?"
Jason Morgan, whose hair has started to turn white at a young age due to the busyness of recent months, put his slightly trembling hands down from the table.
He was silent for a moment, then said, "I am very sad."
"What else?"
"I'm sorry."
"What else?"
"I feel guilty."
Milia de Jong slammed the table and said, "It's all perfunctory! Do you know that there are widespread cases of dereliction of duty, corruption, and even officials murdering civilians in your jurisdiction?! The incident I'm talking about is by no means an isolated case in the three million square kilometers of Beiqing Valley! Do you know the seriousness of the matter?!"
(End of this chapter)
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