blackstone code

Chapter 368 Seeing is not necessarily believing

"Wow..."

"According to the governor's decree, the use of any currency other than the fora is now prohibited in the Ameria region!"

On a street, a clerk who sold medicine casually threw a handful of silver and copper coins on the road. Some of the coins that were running around on the ground calmed down after rolling a few times, but some rolled Disappeared while rolling.

Either rolled into some kid's pocket, or disappeared into the cracked bricks without a trace.

According to the requirements of the newly appointed governor, the province of Ameria is the concession of Gefra, and everything here must be in line with that of Gefra, which naturally includes the change of legal currency.

Of course, the governor is very lenient. He did not directly abolish the legality of the currency being used by people in the Ameria region, but gave the people the opportunity to exchange it.

They can use any currency they have in hand and exchange it from the three Royal Banks and some commercial banks at the international exchange rate for the Guafra currency "Fra".

In order to constrain people to complete the currency change as soon as possible, the governor also promoted some methods, such as setting restrictions on the sale and purchase of some commodities, such as food, salt, and important and commonly used medicines.

These things can only be purchased from specialized stores, and must be traded in Gefra's official legal tender, and no other currencies are accepted.

People can not change it, but the result of not changing it is that they can't buy things. These currencies will eventually be worthless in the province of Ameria.

At this time, the young man standing outside the pharmacy looked at the coins on the ground, his face turned red, and it was difficult to hide his inner anger between his brows.

With tightly clenched fists, rolling veins and tense muscles, he seemed ready to punch out anytime, anywhere.

Maybe it was because of his performance that made people feel a little palpitated, the clerk of the pharmacy said a little louder, "Why, you violated the governor's order, and you still want to hit me now?"

He had a loud voice, but he was weak in his bones. He was bluffing, but he was already scared.

It has only been half a year since the change of sovereignty in the Ameria region, and various conflicts have continued to occur. Although the outside world's evaluation of the governor is still positive, in the final analysis, such positive descriptions as peace and goodwill Both are qualities that cannot serve as the basis for domination.

As if thinking of the tragic process of some people being hung in the square to dry slowly, the young man let go of his hands, and the patrol team that was patrolling nearby also walked over.

"What's going on?", before the patrol team appeared, their loud voices appeared.

There were still some onlookers who immediately hid far away.

There were two locals in the patrol, they were wearing military uniforms with blue background and white borders, while the Gefra people were wearing military uniforms with blue background and silver borders.

Many look down on the natives who join the Gefra Patrol, calling them White Dogs.

In fact, they originally called these people Blue Dogs, but this name also brought in the Gefra people. After some people were severely punished in various places, people subconsciously avoided disrespect to the Gefra people.

Under this kind of pressure and rule, they seem to find all their resentment on these traitors and lackeys who helped Gafla suppress his own people, but in fact people don't know that many of these people have protected native.

Just like now, they are yelling from far away. Many people think that they are playing tricks on others, but in fact they just hope that the people who are making trouble will hear their voices and run as soon as they can. Don't wait until they are hanged. Only regretted it when it was air-drying in the square.

Their loud voices have saved many people, although they are notorious.

The young man wants to go, the patrol is a terrible thing for young people, but he can't go, and his money is still on the ground.

At this moment, the white-skinned dog who had pushed through the crowd seemed to have figured out what happened the first time it came in. The leading white-skinned dog kicked the young man's leg, and the young man was watching the exclamation of the crowd. Losing his center of gravity, he fell to the ground, glaring at the local man who was helping the tyrant.

The white dog that kicked him down said loudly, "The governor has kindly given you enough time to exchange coins, but there are still people who haven't exchanged them until now. You should thank the governor for his kindness, and I won't blame you for it. .”

"Now, pick up that crap and get out and exchange it for real money, don't leave it here to be disgusting!"

The leading white-skinned dog vividly displays the image of a running dog. He is arrogant and arrogant in front of people, but when he turns around and walks in front of the real Gafla soldiers, he nods his head and bends his waist, " I figured it out, it’s someone who didn’t exchange money again.”

The flattering smile on his face and his indifferent tone made everyone feel that what he did was such an inconspicuous little thing.

People's hateful eyes were all focused on him, but he still maintained a respectful and humble attitude as if he didn't feel it.

Gafla's soldiers glanced at the young men who were picking up coins one by one on the ground, then looked at the clerk at the pharmacy, "Is that so?"

This Gefra soldier speaks slowly. He is afraid that the locals will not understand. The lingua franca is essentially the same, but because of the language habits of each region, it is clear that everyone speaks the same language, even if separated by one or two hundred kilometers. It is also possible to say that it is completely different in the region.

The soldiers spoke very slowly and put a lot of pressure on the people. A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on the clerk's forehead in an instant.

The clerk in the pharmacy regretted it a bit. If it wasn't for the young people pestering him too much, he wouldn't have thrown those coins away.

If the local patrol or the officials in the city hall know that he has violated the governor's order and collected currency that has been recognized as illegal, his fate will be much worse than those who use these coins, at least he will be stripped He was hung on the square and beaten severely.

At this moment, he nodded repeatedly, only thinking about letting this matter pass as soon as possible, "Yes, Captain..."

Gafla's soldiers looked at the young man who was slowly picking up coins on the ground, and he finally turned his attention to the local white dog who was on duty with him, but was also looked down upon by him, "Read the order of the governor again !"

The white-skinned dog nodded and bowed to bid farewell to the Gafla soldier. When he turned around and walked to the young man, he pinched his waist and puffed out his chest, becoming arrogant, "The governor said..."

Soon, the patrol left, and the young man picked up almost all the money on the ground, but it was still a little less.

At this time, an old man walked up to him, took out two silver coins, put them in the young man's hand, and grabbed his hand, "Go and exchange it as soon as possible, these people can't be messed with, and you can't mess with them! "

The old people are actually not too afraid of the current situation. Although the new governor has some stricter orders and terrible handling methods, such as drying people naturally into jerky, overall they are not harsh.

The governor's attitude towards ordinary people's mistakes is actually very gentle, just like this young man, there will be no punishment, and he will only urge him to exchange as soon as possible.

But for merchants who dare to accept illegal money, the punishment is terrible, not only confiscation of property, but also whipping.

The young man nodded, and quickly ran towards the nearest bank. The street gradually returned to calm, leaving only some people scolding the white-skinned dog.

At night, the day's work is over. The white dog who has been reprimanded by people stands outside the gate of the patrol post, nodding and bowing, handing a handful of brand-new towels to the Gefra soldiers who are constantly off work, and still remembers to say "work One day, thank you for your hard work." Such flattering words.

When the last soldier left, the smile on his face gradually subsided. After packing up his things, he returned to his home.

It was a very spacious single-family house. He was not qualified to live in such a house before, which is only available to rich people, but he moved in after he "joined" Gafla.

When he returned home, he was greeted by two girls, orphaned twins whom he had taken care of during the turmoil, and who had grown up over the years.

The pity in their eyes gave the white dog a little more relief. No matter what others think of him, at least some people can understand what he has done, and he has indeed protected those compatriots.

According to the current governor's order, the entire Ameria region has canceled the unified curfew, and the curfew will be implemented according to the stepped standard.

For example, in civilian living areas, no one is allowed to appear on the streets after eight o'clock in the evening, otherwise they will be whipped.

But in more prosperous places, including some mid-to-high-end communities, the curfew time was pushed back to ten o'clock in the evening.

As for the places where the Gefra people live, there is no curfew.

The place where the white-skinned young man lives is the fringe of the Gefra people's residential area. In order to better rule this area, some role models must always be set.

The young man took a shower and changed clothes after eating, and when he was about to rest, suddenly the doorbell rang.

The sudden ringing of the doorbell caused the three people in the house to be in shock. Not long ago, Gefra's people were like this. They knocked on other people's rooms in the middle of the night, and then shot a group of "rebels" on the spot.

The twin girls stood shivering in the corridor in their pajamas. The young man who came out of the bedroom comforted them and walked towards the living room.

The white-skinned young man stabilized his mind, thinking about whether he had exposed any flaws during this period of time, but he didn't think he had exposed any flaws.

After a while, he slowly opened the door, and with a smile that he was gradually getting used to, he bent down and asked softly, "Which adult has something for the villain to do, you just need to call That's it..."

Habitual humbleness and flattery, this is his best protective color, no one will ever think that he has something to do with those rebel organizations, people will only hate him, and some people even say that he has become one of the must-kill lists of some rebel organizations member.

The voice from outside the door made him feel strange, he had never heard it before.

"Aren't you inviting me in?"

This is not Gefra's accent, nor is it a local accent. On the contrary, it is somewhat similar to the accent spoken by people in some movies from the Baylor Federation.

(End of this chapter)