No consul dared to make a major decision without seeking the permission of the Senate. Gibbon

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On a midsummer evening, Calabis and Milou and a few other veterans were shirtless, plus little Paluma, who was limping, was sweating and playing ball on the school yard, while Potty and their wife and daughter were talking and laughing under the parasol, drinking mint water.

Sometimes, when Milou would talk about his enemy Papina in Spain, Calabis would joke that in two or three years we would be able to form a small fleet and kill him. At this time, the expressions on Milou's face, as well as Pope and Tagus, were very serious, making Calabis feel that they were not joking at all.

But every time they heard their husbands say such words, the women's faces would be clouded, and they agreed that under the leadership of Calabis, every family lived a good life as a rich man in the city of Rome, so why should they remember the grudge of twenty years ago?

The same was true of Cicero's consulship that year, the city of Rome was basically calm at least for the first half of his term, and the knights of Sicily, in order to thank him for his performance in the corruption case of Willes, not only donated most of the stolen money returned by Villes to the treasury, but also gave a lot of money to support Cicero's governance. Cicero also went ahead and used the money to bring food from all over the province to Rome, alleviating the city's previous crumbling food supply. The poor don't have to worry about going hungry, and the rich can enjoy themselves with peace of mind.

Most people, no matter where they are, get by, not to mention that life is very good now.

There was a commotion from outside the schoolyard, all the men and women stopped moving and talking, and Calabis was still carrying the ball, and he saw Catiline, dressed in spotless white robes, approaching them in the setting sun.

"I send you my afternoon greetings, rich freedman, called Calabis, right? They all call you 'Fireplace Maniac' now. Catiline's face was always paler than his white robes, and he smiled grimly, and behind him stood several large men in leather armor, some Celtic and some Spanish Moors, all with short swords and iron rods in their hands, all of them with hideous faces.

Calabis winked at both Porti and Milou, who quickly pulled Paluma aside, while Milu and the veterans nodded at Calabis and stepped aside.

"Hail to you, nobleman with a gold ring." Calabis wiped his hands on the sand, then bowed politely to Catiline.

"Haha, what kind of nobleman" Katilin daxiao got up, kept making a gesture of denial with his hand, and then said with a hint of sadness: "I originally got almost 10 million Sethres in Africa, but now all of them have not been collected in the treasury, what kind of nobleman do you think I am?" You're really kidding. ”

"I don't know where I can help you, honorable nobleman." Calabis was tired of fighting with this guy.

Catirin turned the gold ring on his hand, then looked up and said, "It's nothing, I want to prove my innocence, get back the ten million Seths, and advance the implementation of my proposal." ”

"I see, I can fund your prosecution."

"Don't play dumb!" Catiline's face suddenly became icy and frosty, "You are a freed slave of an alien race, a free man, why do you make so much money, don't tell me that it is through law-abiding means." Do you know Langis? ”

Hearing Catiline's questioning, Calabis's heart tightened, what he feared the most happened, the end of Langis's day is not settled, and it will be a time bomb for him at any time, but now he can only pretend to be confused, "I'm sorry, I don't know who you're referring to, Langis and I have never met." ”

Catiline raised his hands flat, made a very regrettable gesture, and then said: "Calabis, you really have a good means to assassinate Galba of Africa with Langis, and frame me for it, so that I am very passive when I am prosecuted, and I have lost all my wealth. And then you use the reward of the backroom financier to support Julius. Caesar's High Priesthood defeated my best friend, Catullus, in an attempt to deprive me of support in the coming year's campaign. You are in the Colosseum, you keep squeezing me, you keep squeezing me, a freeman, so that to the descendants of the oldest nobles, you think that the city of Rome is for you to do whatever you want! Zuihou's words, he roared, so frightened that the women next to him covered the children's ears.

These inexplicable words, even Calabis is covered in clouds, damn it, isn't it you the gold master behind the scenes of Langis?

But before he could ask anything, Catirin continued to fire: "It's okay, I lost in the Senate, but I still have a few friends who serve as civilian tribunes, and they have the right to propose public resolutions, wait and see." I will restore the old Roman city-state to its original appearance - every citizen has land to cultivate, legions are not mixed with scum and hooligans, and financial problems can be solved once and for all. To hell with you alien wretches who have bewitched the Romans into depour, you will all be enslaved under the New Deal, for you are born slaves! ”

Catiline's plan, which Calabis had heard of recently, but the naivety of this plan surprised him from modern times, it was a plan about land, and he advocated the formation of a committee of ten to sell all Italian state land by public auction, and the money obtained was used as a foundation to buy cheap land from foreign city-states, divide it into small pieces, and relocate the poor people of Rome to them, and distribute them free of charge, but without property rights, only the right to operate.

What a painful solution! You can guess the ending at the beginning, many of the nouveau riche knights made their fortune by renting state-owned land and operating farms and workshops on it, and now they want to sell it publicly, and they will be the first to raise a sign against it; What about the aristocracy? No one will approve of this madness, except for a few retro-minded diehards, whose daily extravagance is achieved by the blood of knights' loans; As for the poor, they won't buy it - stay in the city of Rome, live by selling tickets and eating relief food every year, enjoy the spoils of the legions, have cheap prostitutes to play with, have cheap slaves to call for, and whose grandmother wants to go to a colony thousands of miles away and live a hard life repairing the earth?

What is the glorious tradition of ancient Rome, what do we want to retro or something, on weekdays, we just have to spray on the mouth, and when it comes to the head, everyone is afraid of others.

This Catiline, I don't know if it's really stupid or fake.