"What is this for?"

A commoner in a thick fur coat and a felt hat looked at the brightly lit streets, wondered and asked the proprietress of the meat bun shop, "Galina, do you know what is going on?"

"Who knows?" the proprietress of the first meat bun shop in Wende City glanced out the door, "Since this morning, someone has come to tie these ribbons, but there should be something big, just like the last time Lady Fortune designated our Wende City as a 'Holy City', wasn't Wende City like this at that time?"

The commoner looked out the door and thought for a moment, "That's right, but last time it was Lady Fortune who designated Wende City as a 'holy city', what is it this time?"

"Anyway, it's a big deal!"

The proprietress took over forty Tia from a customer, because she had not been stocked for more than two months, and the stock of ingredients in the store was insufficient, and if it weren't for the fact that the head maid had opened up the meat sale, the 'Zhukov Shop' might not have been able to open its doors today.

Because 'Tia' was jointly issued by the Sadwind Leader and the Church of Wealth, the people of Wende City believed that the maid would never harm them, and this currency was also very convenient to use, so now the main currency of the commoners of Wende City has quietly changed from 'copper' to 'Tia', and the barter method seems to be gone forever.

Although the price is still 'very high', but this 'high price' is only relative to the maid herself, she thinks that the current price is still very high, but in the eyes of others, this price is already very low, coupled with the release of 'Tia', the quality of life of the people of Wende City has been significantly improved.

From the bottom of their hearts, they were grateful to the maid and the lord, and it was because of those two lords that their lives could become so good.

So, no matter what strange things Cervantes or Serena did, these civilians would not have any suspicion of them, because the good life they now have is brought to them by those two adults, and if those two adults don't want to, most of them will probably still be living a life of 'eating a meal without a meal'.

And it's impossible to have anything bad about it if it's like it is now.

The snow had stopped since the early hours of the morning, and the white snow covered the ground, and civilians who had been unable to enjoy the snow because of cold and hunger looked at the snow-covered streets in amazement.

The already beautiful street lamps were hung with colorful ribbons, filling the otherwise drab white canvas with vivid and lively colors.

The red, orange, and yellow ribbons are blown by the cold wind, but they are as dexterous as flames dancing out of thin air—no matter how strong the cold wind is, the 'flames' can nimbly dodge every ray of cold wind that can 'extinguish' them.

Every street, every street lamp, those 'flames' that seem to be dancing make the people of Wende City involuntarily have a sense of déjà vu, looking at those ribbons, the people who were originally a little scared can't help but show a smile.

From above, Wende City seems to have fallen into a sea of fire, but it is precisely because of this that people feel warm and safe!

Those fluttering ribbons are like flames one by one, and when the heart-warming fire light comes into their hearts, people subconsciously think of their lord who has no shelves, always has a smile on his face, and is very protective of his shortcomings.

"Mom, the Weekly is out!" the commoner in the felt hat had not finished eating the meat bun in his hand when he saw the boss's son running in from the door, shouting excitedly to his mother.

The few customers scattered in the store turned their heads after hearing the shouts of the owner's son.

Because the shopkeeper's son was standing beside him, the commoner in the felt hat couldn't help but ask, "'Outside'? Boy, what is 'outside'?"

"Isn't the 'Weekly' only published once a week?" The shopkeeper's son raised the newspaper in his hand and said excitedly: "But the day before yesterday, the 'Weekly' only issued its sixth issue, and today it has issued another issue. ”

As soon as the shopkeeper's son finished speaking, his mother pulled his ears and pulled him over.

"How did you have the money to buy newspapers? Did you steal them? Are you going to be angry with me? Didn't the maid say it? Isn't the law stipulating? Stealing is forbidden!"

The proprietress roared through the streets, making people unable to resist standing still and watching.

Because of his mother's yelling, noticing the surprised and suspicious gazes around him, the shopkeeper's son was so anxious that his face was red and tears were dripping.

He clapped his mother's hand and shouted, "I didn't, I didn't! I didn't steal money, I didn't!"

He desperately tried to explain that he didn't steal the money, but his anxious shouting attracted more people's attention.

The proprietress grabbed her son's hand holding the newspaper with her other hand, "You didn't steal the money, where did the newspaper in your hand come from?!"

"I didn't, I didn't ......" The owner's son's ears were torn out and hurt, and the suspicious gazes of the people around him pierced his immature heart.

He cried out, "I didn't steal, I really didn't steal!"

"What's going on?"

Hearing the noise in the store, the shopkeeper walked out of the back kitchen, and saw his wife pulling his son's ear at a glance, so he asked, "What's wrong with Alexei?"

"Ask him yourself!"

Glancing at her husband, the proprietress pushed her son in front of him, and stood in place with her ugly hands folded.

"Alexei, what's wrong?"

The shopkeeper looked at his crying son, wiped his hand on his apron, and touched his son's head, "Is there anything you can tell your father?"

"Mom said I stole money...... Alex pursed his mouth, covered his reddened ears with one hand, and lowered his head and sobbed, "But I didn't, I really didn't." ”

Tears kept sliding down the child's face, and the shopkeeper didn't feel very good when he saw his son like this, but he still put his big hand on his son's head, and while soothing his son, he chuckled: "Why does mom say that you stole money? If you didn't steal money, you can explain to her that you have no reason for stealing money, and if there is no evidence and reason, just say it." No one will believe that you didn't steal, Alexei, Dad believes you didn't steal money, and I hope you can explain it to your mother, after all, she just doesn't want to see you become a 'bad person'. ”

Alexei pouted, lowered his head, and said nothing.

He covered his sore ears with his left hand, clutched the newspaper tightly with his right hand, and didn't say a word.

The shopkeeper smiled and patted his son on the shoulder and encouraged: " Alexei, you are a man, none of the men in the Sad Wind are cowardly, if you steal money, then you are running away now, but if you don't steal, you are acquiescing, you should learn to face the problem head-on, silence and concession will not solve the problem, because one problem can lead to the next problem, if you don't solve the first problem, then if you want to solve those problems later, you need to spend more energy. Alexei – Like a man, a man with a sad wind will not be afraid of difficult problems, because we will only rise to the occasion!"

"Alexei, go!"

Alexei pursed his lips, and when he heard his father's words, he pursed his lips tightly and turned away without saying a word.

“...... Mom, I didn't steal money!"

Galina, who had calmed down because of her husband's words, saw her son suddenly look up at her, his eyes were red, and he clenched his teeth, but he faced himself head-on.

Alexei looked at his stunned mother, and his anger and resentment poured out into 'words': "Mom, I didn't steal money, this newspaper," he raised his right hand and unfolded the crumpled newspaper, "This newspaper is free, I didn't steal money, because this newspaper is free!

"Aunt Galina, Alexei didn't steal the money. Alexei's neighbor and classmate, Erica, squeezed in from outside the crowd, also holding a newspaper in her hand, "This newspaper is really free!"

Galina returned home, looked at her angry son, blinked, her nose was a little sore, and her vision began to blur.

"I'm sorry, Alexei......" The proprietress covered her face in despair, "I'm sorry......"

The shopkeeper looked at the crowd gathered outside the store, then at his bewildered son, laughed, and said, "Alexei, I know you are a good boy, what is written in the newspaper? You are in such a hurry to run back, there must be something important to tell us, right?"

"Yes......" Alexei looked at his mother, opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

He lowered his head, and instead of looking at Galina again, he read word by word to the newspaper: "In order to welcome the arrival of the new year, the mall is about to open......"