The Silly Alchemist - chapter-264-anger-1
There were more than a hundred thousand refugees- and this was only
counting the ones who were forced to flee to survive. The number of
victims was a few times, perhaps even more than ten times this number.
You can imagine how much money and supplies they needed. It might not
even be enough if only Ye Lang, a single prodigal son, wanted to save
And because of this, Ye Lang felt like his money shouldnâ€™t be
squandered in other places.
â€œYes, we do.â€ These refugees were all from the same area, so
naturally were citizens of the empire.
â€œThatâ€™ll do. Do a headcount. Calculate the total entry fee required,
every person here costs ten coppers. Iâ€™ll have to pay one silver coin
for myself,â€ instructed Ye Lang. He didnâ€™t only say this for the
refugees to hear, it was also for the town authorities.
The town authorities now had a dilemma. Should they still let them in if
these people indeed could pay the cityâ€™s entry fee? And if they entered
but never left, then theyâ€™d place a strain on the townâ€™s resources.
The town might not be able to bear such a burden.
What has this got to do with you, you stupid ration officer? The guards
glared menacingly at the ration officer. Theyâ€™d never liked him, they
werenâ€™t going to start now.
â€œRation officer, what position do you have to say that? Donâ€™t think
you can boss everyone around just because youâ€™re the leaderâ€™s little
nephew,â€ huffed the guard coldly. This was something related to their
jobs, they couldnâ€™t tolerate any of this.
â€œHmmph, are you all tired of your jobs already, to be talking to me in
that tone? Let me tell you this: Everything I say goes.â€ The little
ration officer obviously wouldnâ€™t back down, defending himself
â€œEverything you say goes? Are you able to bear the responsibility? You
may still be able to hide your tracks after stealing from the refugee
food supplies smuggling them out, but youâ€™ll never be able to hide
this,â€ said the guard cooly.
Everyone finally understood why the person giving out porridge was so
angry at the ration officer. It was all because of the ration officer and
his crimes. Needless to say, the wateriness of the porridge was
definitely his fault too.
You can imagine how unscrupulous this ration officer was from the fact
that he could even steal from disaster relief supplies. We donâ€™t know
how many refugees have died because of his stealing, but we know there
was at least a few.
â€œYou deserve death,â€ said Ye Lang to the ration officer very directly
after he heard their conversation.
Although everyone had always wanted to say it, no one wouldâ€™ve expected
Ye Lang to say it out loud. It felt good to hear him say that.
â€œWhat? Theyâ€™re just lowly commoners. So what if some of them die? It
would be a waste of our grains anyway.â€ The ration officer was still
indignant as ever. He didnâ€™t think he was in the wrong at all- this
behaviour was revolting!
Everyone present, including those who were also from the town, all wanted
to punch this ration officer. People like him were the scum of society,
they didnâ€™t deserve to live in this world at all.
They all held their breath. If this breath exploded, there would be
disastrous consequences. And that vile ration officer would meet a
horrible, horrible end.
â€œGo on. Beat him up. If he dies, Iâ€™ll take the responsibility,â€
said Ye Lang gently. While it was gentle, the words rammed straight onto
everyoneâ€™s hearts. His words seemed to have cracked a hole, releasing
their anger all at once.
The crowd surrounded the little ration officer, fists clenched.
Step-by-step, they approachedâ€¦
â€œWhat are you doing? Let me tell you, my uncle isâ€¦ Ahâ€¦â€ When the
officer saw what was happening, he was terrified to the core and yet
refused to back down. He mustâ€™ve thought his uncle wouldâ€™ve been able
to save him in a moment like that.
Unfortunately, at a moment like this, even if his uncle were the emperor,
heâ€™d still drown in the sea of angry people.
â€œBeat the devil out of him!â€
â€œHit him! Harder!â€
The ones who kicked and punched were initially the refugees, but soon,
even the townspeople participated. They sneaked in a kick here, a punch
The officerâ€™s shrieks of agony grew quieter, then finally, faded
completely. The crowds didnâ€™t stop though, they continued kicking and
Some people never understood how insignificant they were. Before a crowd,
he was only a tiny existence, insignificant and vulnerable to the wrath
of the masses. These were the people whoâ€™d stupidly ignite the fires of
the masses, and then finally burn in it.
â€œHey, are you done calculating?â€ Ye Lang went over to talk to the
guards. He didnâ€™t care about the commotion.
â€œAbout that. Sir, it wonâ€™t look good on me if all of you enter,â€
frowned the guard in a dilemma.
â€œWhatâ€™s so difficult? Weâ€™ll enter and buy all your stuff, thisâ€™ll
stimulate your economy a little. What bad will come out of it?â€ Ye Lang
didnâ€™t understand why theyâ€™ll refuse something so good.
â€œOf course we want the benefits, but if you donâ€™t leaveâ€¦Wait, what
did you say?â€ the guards suddenly noticed a problem. Ye Lang mentioned
something about â€کbuyingâ€™.
They were going to shut the refugees out because these people had no
money to buy anything. Theyâ€™d be completely dependent on donations. If
these refugees had the money, then itâ€™d be completely different, the
gates would be thrown open for them!
Would they still be refugees if they bought stuff? More like tourists.
â€œDonâ€™t worry, weâ€™ll leave immediately. We wanted a hotel but I
think itâ€™d be more comfortable if we camped outdoors,â€ said Ye Lang.
Camping with such a huge group would be an amazing experience.
â€œNo, wait. Iâ€™m not chasing you away. Are you sure you all have money?
Questioned the guards. This was unbelievable indeed.
â€œOf course we do! Hurry up and finish your headcount, we want to enter.
If youâ€™re still suspicious, you can follow me,â€ said Ye Lang. At this
moment, Little Xin was once again summoned to his side, increasing his
â€œAlright, alright, Iâ€™ll make the necessary arrangements immediately.
You can all enter as long as you all buy our things. This little entry
fee isnâ€™t much, you can enter for free. Our treat.â€ The guards
noticed that Ye Lang was different from ordinary commoners. They
understood that even if the rest didnâ€™t have money, Ye Lang definitely
had a lot of it. That was certain.
â€œOh, thank you. This counts as you all helping the poor disaster
victims too, you know,â€ said Ye Lang politely, nodding.
â€œSir, the man stopped breathingâ€¦â€ It was at this moment that the
commotion on the other end finally ceased. Fear started to replace their
Many people often only thought about the consequences after the deed was
done. That was when the fear would kick in.
Impulse was the devil. This saying beautifully encapsulated what just