Having said that——

But such a price is never easy to bear.

If the empire had not regulated laws and found a large number of poor rural residents as a reserve army to serve the industry, the empire's large factory industry would not have been able to develop so fast.

After the regulation law was passed, farmers lost the fields on which they depended for their livelihood. There is no doubt that they also lost everything.

Farmers have nothing to throw away in their hometown, they already have nothing, but when they come to the city, they can gain a lot by selling their labor and souls.

Ever since farmers knew that they could find jobs with high wages as long as they worked hard, large numbers of farmers have moved to cities every year. It is estimated that up to now, the number of people who have migrated to cities has exceeded 100 per day.

With more than 10,000 people, almost all of them rush to industrial areas, especially big cities, where they form the lowest stratum of residents.

In the city of Rama, located in the center of the empire, Truge knew these things very well, because he was the person responsible for taking care of these farmers in the factory where he worked.

He used to be the steward of Mr. Wallenstein's family, but now he has moved to the city. His job is similar to that of before, which is to watch over those idiots and make them work honestly.

He is very familiar with this matter, and even because he has been doing it for many years, it has given him an extra intimidation, which has given him a big increase in salary and promotion.

However, even though he dealt with this group of people all day long, he still disliked these lazy guys who had to use a whip to drive.

In this neighborhood, he was greeted by the savage faces of dirty farmers every day. These faces showed pretense of simplicity, but in fact they were full of ignorance, poverty and ridicule, which made him hate these country people more and more.

In fact, when Trouge drove his carriage to work every day, he would whip the farmers in front of him, but they would shamelessly curse him in their own dialect, and then take off their hats and beg to him with a flattering smile.

If it weren't for the big shots above insisting on their work, he really felt that the country should eliminate these rotten people, they were the worst scourge of all.

A savage countryman who wears rags every day and never knows what etiquette is, is only qualified to do any job that he can do as long as his hands are strong, and the salary is only enough for him to buy potatoes.

For condiments, these people only need salt. As long as they encounter a pigsty or a dog kennel wherever they want to spend the night, they will be fine. Even if they live in a straw hut and wear tattered clothes, they will not feel uncomfortable.

These people are dirty and careless, cunning, drunken and crazy. They are the root of moral decay and disorder, so Truger hates them very much.

It's a pity, who made him an overseer? In order to put fresh beef in his wife's frying pan at night, he still has to deal with these people every day.

He only likes to eat beef and mutton. That kind of cheap sea animal meat is not what he should eat. He is not one of those low-class people with mud legs. Some of them are good. He is a tasteful person.

Whether it's in newspapers, books, or colleagues around me, everyone is saying that sea animal meat is eaten by mud-legged people. Decent people like them have to eat domestic animals that grow naturally on the soil.

Early in the morning, he ate a fried veal steak sprinkled with black pepper. With his wife serving him, he got dressed, drove a carriage, and headed towards the factory with his head held high.

"Boss! Morning!"

"Boss!,Good morning!"

"Are you here so early today, class leader?"

When they arrived at the place, a group of overseers gathered around and greeted Truge.

He is the leader of this group of fifteen supervisors, responsible for controlling this factory area and a thousand dirt-legged people from the countryside.

"Okay, let's go get to work, remember not to get your clothes dirty!" He waved his hand and assigned all his subordinates to complete their daily tasks.

In fact, I don’t have much work. I just supervise those people to do what they should do to prevent them from being lazy.

For those with little education, laziness is common, and they don't pay attention to clothing, as long as they can barely wear it. Some people even don't know what shoes are.

"Boss, by the way, this is a document from above. It says that we have to cut costs recently. Let's raise the fine level a little. It's best to drive some people away. You can take a look first." A supervisor was about to walk out.

, suddenly remembered something, picked up a document from the table that had been issued before, and handed it to Truge.

"Oh? It should be that the things I reported last time were heard by the superiors. It's good. Bring it over." Truger sat up happily.

That's it, those mud-legged people, why do such people earn high wages? If the money they earn exceeds the need to eat potatoes, they will immediately use it to drink. It is better to pay them less, a thousand

Personally, if one person is issued one less silver coin, that is a thousand silver coins, which is a lot of money!

Dirty and drunkenness are the nature of these people. Following the habit in their hometown, these country people dumped all the waste and filth at their doorsteps, creating cesspools and garbage heaps, and as a result, the entire factory area was dirty.

, the air was also so polluted that Trouge vomited just thinking about it.

There are even some people who build pig pens next to their houses! This is in the city!

Truget punished many people at that time and asked them to dismantle the pig pen. The matter was quite noisy at the time, but fortunately it was finally demolished to avoid the unpleasant stench.

But what’s even more annoying is that these bastards knew they couldn’t build pig pens in the factory area, so they simply put the piglets in their houses!

These people eat and sleep together with pigs. Those dirty, stupid, rotten children who are no different from pigs play with pigs all day long, ride on pigs’ backs, and roll in the mud with pigs. Every time they pass by that dirty

When he was in the dirty ghetto, Truger could see this disgusting scene thousands of times.

In fact, if you don't try it yourself, it is difficult for normal people to imagine how dirty and uncomfortable these small shabby houses are. They cannot understand at all that a few tattered clothes that cannot be worn at all. This is what

The gang's bed, a wooden pillar, a broken chair, and an old wooden box used as a table are all the furniture of the gang. He, his pigs, and the children who are no different from pigs live in this kind of house.

The place is even more enjoyable!

But fortunately, they are cheap enough.

Unlike those workers in the city who have some skills, that is, those who call themselves workers' unions, their wage requirements are too low, and it is very cheap to support them.

In all labor industries, if these rough and tumble men can do things similar to or slightly lower than those of the union of workers, then the wages of this labor industry will inevitably decrease day by day.

Even Trouge knew that the training he had received stated that the presence of country people had greatly contributed to the reduction of wages and the deterioration of the conditions of the working class, making the union of workers who made trouble all day very difficult.

When he thought of this, Truger reluctantly felt that these country people still had some merit.

They are weapons. They only need the country people to compete with the workers' unions, and they can easily gradually reduce the wages of the workers' unions to the level of rural workers.

It has been said above that these country people must be kept until every worker in the Workers' Union is willing to give up the little comfort and civilization he is accustomed to, and let them return to the way they used to be as long as they can

Just live on reluctantly.

When the time comes, it's okay to ask her to live in a pigsty. As long as they don't live in the open air, it's okay to let them wear rags. As long as they're not naked, it's okay to eat only potatoes every day. As long as they don't starve, they can

Really obedient.

"Hey, you used to beat me up when there was trouble, but now I'm raising these pigs, targeting you, so that you can taste what it's like to become a pig!" Truge thought happily, while thinking about what to do today.

How to deal with fines.

Although most of it has to be handed over, you can get some oil on your hands if you touch the fat.

As the saying goes, if you give someone a rose, the scent lingers on your hand, but if you give someone a fine, the scent of money also lingers.

You still have to find a way to get more money. There are still many places where money is needed urgently.

My son is about to be admitted to the Third Ring Academy. He has been smart since he was a child. Now he is only fifteen years old and has received the assessment notice from the academy. He may become that kind of alchemist in the future! He was already well-off at that time.

There is no need to cover your nose all day long to look after those dirty and smelly bumpkins.

"Hehe~." While smiling, Truger read the document, made a reply, then put on his clothes, gloves, whip, whistled, and went out to inspect the factory.

After all, if there are no inspections, where will the fines come from? Right?

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On the other side of the same city, the leaders of the Workers' Federation were meeting.

Because there are so many workers, it is impossible to hold a full-staff meeting. We can only select some people who can convince the public to discuss major issues, and then notify everyone and wait for everyone to make a decision.

"What should I do? The situation is getting worse... The efficiency of the factory has dropped to a certain level, but if the wages drop further... we won't be able to support our children. This is already the minimum wage."

A foreman said distressedly.

"If we can't lower wages, what else can we do? We can only ask everyone to work an extra hour. In this way, with the extra production time, the output may be able to maintain the status quo." Another foreman who is slightly fatter

suggested.

"This is no way! We can't keep fighting with them like this!" A young man next to him hammered the table, very angry.

As soon as he said this, the dozen or so people present all buried their heads and everyone fell silent.

They all receive theories written by the smartest people and understand the essence of things.

Competition is the most powerful weapon used by the rich against the proletariat.

Although they have tried their best to eliminate this kind of competition, they have achieved little success. With a large number of "new forces" from the countryside, the bourgeoisie are crazy and use these people as weapons to jointly attack these workers. Every time the workers' union is attacked,

They all applauded after a blow.

In the final analysis, it is because "workers" are essentially regarded as commodities.

The situation that confronts the worker is exactly the same as that of any other commodity.

If there are not enough workers, their prices (i.e. their wages) will rise and they will live better.

If there are too many workers, workers' prices will fall, followed by unemployment and poverty. Competition among workers leads to this situation.

Due to the competition among workers, every worker is forced to work hard every day, but no matter how hard he works, it is difficult to make his life better.

The sudden influx of new troops from the countryside destroyed the original situation.

Just like the market originally requires nine workers for production, workers in the city just fill nine vacancies, so they have bargaining power. If one worker does not work, then the factory owners will start to panic.

But now, there are ten people. This group of farmers who were homeless because their land was confiscated and forced to move to the city has become the tenth person.

The market only needs nine people to satisfy it, so what will happen if there are ten workers?

It's very simple. Among ten people, there is always one who has no job and no food to eat.

They have become a surplus and useless population, because not only do they not produce anything, they also happen to have no money to consume things. As far as society is concerned, they are useless and there will be no consequences if they die.

Ten people is just an abstract term. In fact, in this city, there are hundreds of thousands of people in this pit. Looking at the entire empire, there may be over a billion people, and the number of farmers who have poured in is probably more than a billion.
To be continued...