At dawn, Kewei’er and Long Huogang, working as laborers, carried the bulletin board. Behind them followed young men and women clutching iron shovels, brooms, and windproof hats, making their way toward the gravel square in the village.

By this time, those without shelter were already loitering near the square. When they saw yet another group of young men shouldering a bulletin board approaching from the direction of the old lighthouse—just as they had hoped—they crowded around.

“What is it today? “

“You’ve really outdone yourselves, lads. But you must be careful—if the Telanaxi navy gets wind of so many able-bodied young folks here, they’ll try to round you up when they leave. “

“Don’t you worry, we’ve got people in red robes, ” one of them said, unconcerned. “And there’s this super formidable young guy on our side, too. “

“Ha, so that’s how it is. “

The people cast their gazes over. “Today’s joke is about Paolaone Port… ” murmured one man, “Oh, look, they’re even poking fun at the Fogfolk. “

A subtle smile lingered on Kewei’er’s face as he stood guard by the bulletin board.This joke was written by the Fogfolk themselves, so you can’t really pin this one on us,he thought, feeling rather smug.

As the crowd gathered, the Youth Hero Commune members, having just used their cleaning tools to tidy up the surrounding filth, were about to seek out the troublemakers from yesterday when they suddenly heard people around them murmuring that something seemed to be happening over by the old warehouse.

Some had already started heading in that direction.

What’s going on?

The few who were cleaning up decided to check it out. They walked through the gaps between the wooden huts and the stone houses, passing people coming the other way.

“What’s all the cheering about over there?” Milena asked.

“Oh, there’s big news on that bulletin board over there. It says the old ‘Warehouse Inn’ will be offering a limited low-price lunch, for just the elderly, the sick, and children. Only twenty servings in total.“

“Well, we’ve got no chance anyway,” another person said.

“What?” Milena and the others froze in unison. A second bulletin board? A limited, low-price lunch?

A few of them quickly ran to the other end of the village, where a large, lively crowd had already gathered.

At the old warehouse inn, the old man was grinning from ear to ear. So many people—his business was about to boom again!

His heart rejoiced, even as he began to ponder whether he should refund some of the money the man who’d come running late last night, placing an order for twenty servings, had paid.

Although no one had much money now, many people still had some jewelry hidden away. At the very least, a fur hat or a deerskin coat could be worth a lot of gold and silver—all they had to do was hide their most valuable items and hand over some cheap stuff before the Telanaxi blockading navy left.

And that sort of thing was second nature to every seaside boss. In the caves beneath the coast, if you jumped in to search right now, you could still find some good stuff stashed away decades ago.

This wooden board was truly a money-spilling god.

Then he saw a few people carrying cleaning tools coming over. The worldly-wise innkeeper could tell at a glance they were here to cause trouble.

“Heh heh. ” Ma Shuo, hiding nearby, looked askance at the young men from Qingying Commune, whose faces could barely contain their anger.

Young people are always young people—too impatient. He thought smugly to himself.

Go on, smash it up. The best would be to shatter it all completely and beat up Long Huoqing and his men again; that would be perfect.

“Look! ” The all-nighters who had been basking in praise in front the bulletin board for nearly half an hour perked up at the sight of the people they had been waiting for.

At this point, they were no longer as resistant to their “apology letter “; on the contrary, they felt it was a golden signboard, showcasing their noble virtue of admitting mistakes and correcting them.

The few people from the Qingying Commune stared at the blackboard in shock, at the almost identical layout and formatting. Even the content of the initiative seemed like a mere reordering of sentences from what they had written.

“You, you all… ” Milena pointed her small finger at these people puffing out their chests.

“What’s the matter? Is that the Qingying writing girl? You think we did the right thing too, don’t you? “

“‘The Fire Dance Gazette’ are good people. ” The trapped people around them, recognizing this group, knew exactly why the young men and women from ‘The Qingying Gazette’ were so furious.

They tried to mediate, “They’re all serving everyone with enthusiasm. Just forgive them. Look, they even wrote an apology statement. “

“Where is it? “

“On the back. “

The young man holding the broom circled around outside the crowd, and sure enough, he saw the apology statement. A group of them were so angry fumes were practically coming out of their nostrils.

Several of those who had been beaten for dancing walked over, hands on their hips and bellies stuck out, snorting.

“We also offer a low-priced lunch. What about you? “

“We… ” They glanced at each other. “Let’s go! “

“Take your time now. I heard you’ve already put yesterday’s incident in your newspaper. Make sure you put today’s one in too! “

Smack! A small piece of gravel flew in from outside the crowd, hitting the guy right on the forehead. “Who, who hit me?! “

……

Without a doubt, the newly emerged ‘Fire Dance Gazette’ that day gave the tired crowd a new topic to chat about.

Some people were also looking forward to tomorrow, hoping to actually see praise for ‘The Fire Dance Gazette’ in ‘The Qingying Gazette’.

But whether they wrote about it or not, some people thought the founders of theQingying Gazettemust have been furious with that gang, and even writing a letter of praise would be disingenuous.

At noon, Yang Zicang, who had just returned from catching fish, sat at the table deep in thought.

“What do you think? ” the Biologist, having changed his clothes, sat down across from him, asking earnestly.

“I feel like I see the hand of one of my fellow villagers in this, ” Yang Zicang muttered, rubbing his forehead.

“Mr. Yang… tell us, how can those shameless people be like this? ” several young men said indignantly.

“Everyone has a good side to them, ” Yang Zicang brushed them off casually, but internally he was wondering which of the thieves from last night might be among them.

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Sensing the earring, Yang Zicang realized this was the only “Distribution Beacon ” he had left on him.

It was all coming from that kid; Dran must be absolutely furious by now.

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“So what should we do? Are we publishing tomorrow? ” someone at the door asked the group.

The crowd began arguing.

When they tried to ask the Fogfolk who had suggested starting the paper what he thought, that young man had already left again.

Yang Zicang circled from the forest near the coastal cliff into the mountains and then dashed through the woods like an agile ape. The expanding Musing Night exchanged information with the environment within a mile radius.

He wanted to know who those two fellow townspeople were.

Suddenly, Yang Zicang stopped in his tracks. Through Musing Night, he sensed that deep within a hidden cave sealed off by rocks at the bottom of the seaside cliff, several wooden crates were stashed away.