Chapter 103: Salt Grinder
“That person over there, weren’t they here before? Their scent hasn’t changed.
Roka tugged on my sleeve and whispered, and sure enough, people who’d already filled their bags were lining up for seconds.
But a good thing was a good thing. Since there was no shortage or limit, I could give as much as they needed.
“I heard there was a mill that makes salt, and it turns out to be true.”
“Hey, hand over that mill. Hurry!”
Even with free salt for everyone, some folk couldn’t resist hoarding it.
Robbers armed with iron bars, knives, and bamboo spears, more like organized gangsters than mere thieves, descended upon the place.
“Help yourselves to all the salt you need—but there’s a long queue. I won’t send the others home empty-handed.”
“What nonsense are you spouting!”
“Well, I’ll be damned.”
The Grimudo Church preacher seized the moment, pointing at us from his platform as he stirred the crowd.