C432 The Night of the Boss Mi

That tyrant of the night should have been quiet and peaceful. Normally, when there was no war, the moment the sky darkened, the entire city would immediately fall into a very comfortable and relaxed atmosphere.

The Chinese tavern was bustling with the sounds of wine orders, the kitchen was cooking and making noise. Although the chattering of the food was full of Jiang-Nan wind, it did not affect the Ryukyu citizens' appreciation of it.

The Japanese cuisine shops, one long and one short, and the song with the sea breeze in the city streets, the painted geisha walk through the streets.

The lives of rich people were colorful, but ordinary people also had their own joys. Three or five friends bought some food and drinks to find a spot next to a rock high up in the mountains. While enjoying the bright night scenery and listening to the beautiful music of the sea breeze as it blew through the forest, all the hard work of the day was swept away.

Under the influence of mercantilism, countless merchants gathered around that tyrant. Countless factories and workshops officially started construction, and there was no problem of employment in the entire city at all. As long as one was not a lazy person, one could find jobs where one could support their family.

With such a huge amount of business investment coupled with an excellent geographical location, this city seemed like East Asia's first port of call for more than a year.

But all this was lost under the indiscriminate bombardment of French warships.

"How can this be? God … What was going on with that tyrant? Could the Ryukyu still stay here? Shall we not have a good day? "

In the dimly lit alley, the number one grain merchant, Boss Mi, was like a ghost as he wandered around the streets.

Everywhere, the ruins of destroyed houses could be seen. The owners of the houses hiding in the forest could only take advantage of the night to secretly go home and plunder some limited property in the ruins.

In the corner of the wooden house was a temporary clinic set up by the military doctors. It was said that Godly Doctor Huang and a British doctor had been here for a period of time.

As a precaution against the French night bombardment, the entire infirmary had been covered in mud when it charged towards the sea. No matter how many candles were lit inside, there would not be a single ray of light that would shine into the sea.

Boss Mi was like a ghost, subconsciously peeking his head inside, but with just that one look, he reckoned that he couldn't even eat for three days.

Countless bodies of men and women in white gowns were walking back and forth in a hurry. Boss Mi knew what those young people were doing, it seemed like they were calling it a nurse job.

The scene within his line of sight was dazzling white and dark red. The screams of the injured, the sobs of their loved ones, and the anxious shouts of the doctors and nurses made the entire infirmary feel as if it had fallen into hell.

At this time, he had already become a judge under the command of the King of Hell. He checked over the beds one by one, and many hopeless wounded were carried out under the regretful shaking of his head.

Those relatives who lost their hope kneeled on the ground and begged the doctor to save them again. However, with the cruel reality laid in front of them, the Ryukyu's medical power was simply insufficient.

Boss Mi rushed to the corner of the wall, squatted on the ground and retched for a long time, but was unable to spit anything out.

"Boss …" Boss... Aiya, boss, you're here! Hurry and go to the rice shop, something big has happened! " Just then, a familiar voice rang out. Turning around to look, it was his own shop's Second Manager.

"What's wrong? 'I'm not dead yet, it's fine if I die … '

"My boss, don't be so stubborn. Our rice shop is surrounded by the mob and we are being forced to sell our rice!" "Right now, the situation is extremely critical. I can see that chaos is about to break out …"

If the people surrounding the rice shop were only Chinese and Ryukyu, then it would be alright. But once they took the rice, they would leave.

The fat Boss Mi was sprinting along the street, he was trying his best to catch up, he never expected the boss to have such a good physique, jumping over a meter tall barrier like a spirit monkey, and that burning bonfire, the boss rushed over without even blinking an eye.

"Boss …" Wait for me... There are hundreds of people fighting for rice... "Please go through the back door …"

Boss Mi had no time to listen to his nonsense, he disappeared around the corner of the street in a few flashes.

Boss Mi's shop was not far from the clinic, it only took a few turns to arrive. When the spectacular scene of the entrance appeared in front of his eyes, the fat boss was so shocked that he almost sat down on the floor.

"How is this a few hundred people? Isn't this already over a thousand people?" The front door and back door are full, and this is not my house? Aren't all the shops on the street surrounded? "

This was a commercial street, the Boss Mi's grain store, the neighboring silks, and the foreign goods store right next to it … Almost all the shops associated with the daily life of the people could be found on this street.

Countless of commoners were holding empty bags as they stood outside the door, blocking the way. All of them lowered their voices and said, "Open the door, we want to buy things, open the door …"

This scene was too strange. Normally, with over a thousand people surrounding the shop, they shouldn't have been so restrained, but they also knew that the French warships on the sea couldn't be disturbed. Although their hearts were filled with anger, their words and actions were abnormally restrained.

The purposely suppressed sound was similar to the sound of the waves at the foot of a mountain. Although it was faint, one could still feel the oppressive force from it.

The Boss Mi could no longer be considered as a pure merchant. On the night of his battle with the Japanese, he had followed Xiao Letian and fought alongside the hero.

It was from that night onwards that all the small-time merchants of Boss Mi were swept away. Business was grand, honesty was good and love to learn. The various words that Xiao Letian wrote had already reached the state of fanatical worship.

With the honor of fighting shoulder to shoulder with the Prime Minister, he had successfully built a close relationship with the Letian Firm. In just a year, he had become the biggest grain merchant in the Naha Harbor, and he had even received orders for army provisions.

This type of merchant had a very broad horizon. Just by looking at the scene today, he already understood most of what was going on.

"This damn war only lasted for four days, and the people could no longer endure it. They wanted to live, they wanted to eat, and the strong sense of insecurity made them subconsciously want to stock up their goods. This kind of thinking is undeniable, it can be said that this is the wisdom accumulated over thousands of years by humans …"

At this time, Second Manager also caught up, panting he said, "What do you mean stupid? Boss, quickly think of a way, not only is there 5000 stones and white rice in the shop, there is even 50,000 silver coins hidden inside? "If we get robbed, all our business will be wasted …"

"Didn't you report it? Shouli City doesn't care about the new army? " Boss Mi asked.

"Aiya, my boss, don't you know how many yamen runners the Shouli City's Board of Justice has? Just that small amount of manpower to save the entire city's wounded was not enough. There was no way for anyone to rescue them … "As for the new army, I heard from acquaintances that …"

The Second Manager whispered into Boss Mi's ear and said, "They said that there's something strange on the sea tonight, and now all the troops are at the checkpoint. It seems like there's a ship of unknown origin in the sea …"

With a "pa" sound, Boss Mi slapped his thigh. He knew that tonight was going to be bad, the new army and the Ministry of Justice would not be able to send anyone over, but the current situation was already unbearable, and his shop's door was about to be smashed open.

"Do we really have to open the door and place rice inside? This won't do, there's also more than half of the military rations that we have ordered. If we delay the new army's food, even if we have ten heads, it won't be enough to cut them off! "

Just as Boss Mi was hesitating, there was a loud noise in front of them. It turned out that a thick piece of door board had been broken by the people who had lost their patience.

"Stop!" Boss Mi let out a loud yell as he rushed out of the alley. He jumped onto a pile of wooden boxes and arrogantly shouted, "Don't smash it … I am Mi Fei, Boss Mi... I am the owner of the grain store... I promise you, I'll sell you rice! "

The crowd instantly quieted down. Boss Mi took a deep breath to calm his nerves and said, "Fellow villagers, I can sell you rice, but please understand, I can only sell you half a litre each …"

The crowd that had just quieted down was once again enraged. "Bullsh * t …" Who can eat half a litre of rice? You evil merchant, you just want to hoard a treasure to make a fortune... "Ignore him, smash open the grain store, and snatch the rice!"

The crowd immediately became restless. Boss Mi was so scared that his face became pale. He shouted while jumping, "Stop!" Whoever dares to snatch the rice will kill me first... Half of it was military rations, and the rest were rice for the new army. Is your conscience broken? "He dares to snatch the grain to protect our new army …"

His words was like a cold wind blowing through the crowd. Everyone was stunned, the new army of the Prime Minister was the pillar of support for the entire population of the Ryukyu.

Now that the military rations were right in front of them, the kind citizens subconsciously retreated. Stealing from the profiteers was one thing, but stealing from the military rations was another.

After a short period of silence, the crowd began to whisper to each other, most of them looked like they wanted to retreat, but just when Boss Mi felt more at ease, a low voice suddenly came from the corner of the crowd.

"Hey …" My fellow villagers, we have to live. Right now, the life and death of the Prime Minister is uncertain, and the new army has suffered a great number of casualties due to the French.

"If you don't leave some food for my parents, do you want them to starve to death?" I don't care if the new army or not, we're going to live... The villagers are continuing to snatch the food! "