Jon is a typical farmer, a very typical farmer.

He hadn't taken a shower for a year, his skin was covered with condensed stains, he smelled bad, and his hair was full of black dirt, but he didn't feel any discomfort.

Lying on a pile of rags, he scratched with his hands and pulled out a louse.

He squeezed it with his fingertips, and the juice burst out, making a squeaking sound, which made him laugh out loud.

This is one of the few entertainments he has.

Well, if you lie down again, it's time to go to work.

When he got up from "bed", if the pile of rags could be regarded as a bed, he didn't wash up or anything and ran away quickly.

However, the joy of popping a louse quickly fades away.

Because the overseer named Truge was watching him.

"Sir! I'm not lazy today!" He increased the speed of his hands, smiled flatteringly, and wanted the overseer named Truge to let him go.

"Oh? Really?" The sturdy overseer walked up, glanced arrogantly, and at the same time lowered his breathing rate.

I can't help it, it really stinks, these pigs!

"How much did you do today?" Trouge asked, suppressing the urge to pinch his nose.

"I made...eighty servings, sir. This is more than others have done!" he boasted.

In fact, there were not even eighty copies. He had only made less than thirty copies in total today. But with more than a thousand people, Jon didn't believe that Supervisor Truger would go and count them one by one.

"Eighty copies, that's quite a lot. Your name is...Joshua, right?" Truge thought for a moment and said.

"Yes, my lord, I am Joshua." Jon replied immediately and admitted.

Someone once corrected his words and said that he made a mistake. Later, that person... ended up not very well.

So he is not a fool, of course he knows what to do.

"Very well, Joshua, then you go ahead and do it." Truge said, walking towards the next person.

Jon breathed a sigh of relief, and the hand speed that he had just accelerated also slowed down.

Fortunately, I got over it~.

However, soon, after about three hours, Trouge began to call everyone together.

Jon's heart skipped a beat, this was not a good sign.

Stop all work and call everyone over. There must be a big problem! Even if he hasn't read the book, he vaguely feels something is wrong.

Soon, everyone gathered, and Truge stood on the stage, looking at everyone.

"Ahem, today, I asked many of you, about 500 people, how much you have done." He said seriously, and at the same time commanded a dozen subordinates to surround the crowd from all angles.

"I only asked five hundred people, but the data you reported is already more than what was produced in one day today. I have already counted them all." Truge held his head high and said to the crowd with his chin.

"I don't know if you are talking big or just being lazy! But it is very immoral for you to do this!"

"The factory pays you wages every day, is this the attitude you use to deal with us? Are you worthy of the wages you get?!"

"You know, if it weren't for us, you people would have starved to death on the streets long ago. You are not grateful, but you still use lies to deceive honest people like us!"

"Everyone! Today's wages are gone! You go back and reflect on yourselves! You bunch of liars, are you working here just to steal the wages we paid you? Go back, everyone, just yourself

Whatever amount has been reported will be made up today, and whoever cannot make up the amount will not get off work!"

The farmer of all people kept silent, scolding him countless times in his heart.

But no one dared to resist.

The money was withheld just like that.

Soon, there were more and more such examples.

Truger began to think of various ways to deduct money. After eating too much, he went out to use the toilet and was caught. So he said that he would deduct one day's pay for being passive and was injured at work, so he asked for leave, and then deducted two days before waiting.

The list goes on and on.

The lives of these working farmers are getting increasingly difficult.

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Almost at the same moment, in the same city, a workers' union leader named Sailon was reading a newspaper.

"Shameless! Absolutely shameless!"

Although he was reading the newspaper and seeking the latest intelligence and information, he was so angry that he could not even hold the newspaper in his hand steadily, and his beard and eyebrows were trembling.

He is over 50 years old this year. His previous occupation was as a pastor, but now he is one of the leaders of the Workers' Union. He voluntarily gave up his teaching position to carry out such a cause.

The reason why he was so angry was that in the back of the newspaper, he read a letter to the editor. The editor regarded the letter as something extremely natural and reasonable and published it without any comments.

The letter reads:

"Mr. Editor!

Recently, there have been a large number of beggars on the streets of our city, all of whom are from the countryside.

They often try to arouse the attention and pity of passers-by in an extremely shameless and annoying way with their ragged clothes and sick appearance, or with disgusting festering wounds and mutilated limbs. I think,

As a person like me, who has not only paid charity but also donated a lot of money to charitable organizations, I should say that I have every right to demand that I no longer encounter this unpleasant and shameless entanglement.

If the city guards can't even guarantee that we can move around the city in peace, then why on earth do we have to pay so much in donations to support them? I hope this letter will be published in a newspaper like yours, which has a broad readership.

In the future, we can encourage the authorities to try to eliminate this bad phenomenon and make everyone pay more attention to those things from the countryside that always stretch out their hands to beg from us.

Since the regulation law was passed, there have been more and more of them, and the guards should take more responsibility for this."

"From - a wife who will always be faithful to you." Note: 1

The fifty-year-old Cylon could hardly breathe! He even wanted to tear up the newspaper!

See! Rich people do good things for their own benefit!

They don't give alms in vain. They regard their alms as a business. They spend some negligible money to do business with the poor, and say to the poor: I have spent so much money on charity, and I can't afford it anymore.

I have the right to be disturbed by you, and you have to stay in your own dark doghouse. Don't irritate my nerves with your dirty, smelly and poor looks. The filth should be used to admire the eyes of flowers.

I donated 20 gold coins to the church, and this is what I want to exchange for!

Oh! How disgusting this kind of charity is!

That's how it says "a lady"! Yes, a lady! It's fitting that she signed her name that way.

Since "ladies" are like this, what about "gentles"?

But in reality? Poor people get much more help from their poor brothers than from rich people!

The simple proletarians are well aware of the pain of hunger, so even though they do not have enough to eat, they are still willing to sacrifice themselves to save others. The meaning of their aid is completely different from the little charity thrown out by the extravagant and lustful bourgeoisie!

This is true kindness, not a symbolic donation of dozens of gold coins for a little vanity!

Not to mention, most of these gold coins were actually eaten and corrupted, and only a very small part could be exchanged for some trivial food, cooked into some porridge as thin as water, and distributed on the streets.

However, although Cylon was angry, he was powerless.

He knew the reason for all this, all of it, was because at least most of them were farmers who came to the city after the normative law was passed.

Peasants and workers who entered the city competed, fought, and became involved in each other. Those who failed naturally became "superfluous people."

They are a "surplus population".

These people maintain their poor lives by begging and stealing, cleaning streets, picking up excrement, running errands and delivering things, setting up stalls, or doing various odd and occasional jobs.

Right now, at this moment, if you look out the window, you can see that on the road leading to the city where horse-drawn carriages come and go frequently, there are many people, risking being run over by the wheels of cars and public carriages.

Pick up fresh horse manure and prepare to sell it as fertilizer in exchange for a small profit.

Even in exchange for the qualification to pick up excrement, they have to pay a few silver coins to the street cleaning management office every week!

Yes, that’s right, you need to buy the qualification to pick up dung!

Because in many places this kind of livelihood is completely prohibited and can only be done by officially hired cleaners. However, these cleaners will use a small part of their wages to hire others to do it and eat it.

made most of the profits.

This is the ridiculous reality.

In addition, many of these "surplus people" work as hawkers.

Especially at night, when everyone gets off work, these people will flock to the streets, dragging those who have jobs and can "get off work" to sell things.

Countless men, women and children rushed to sell shoelaces, straps, straps, matches, homemade inferior biscuits and all kinds of things. There were little girls selling matches, women selling inferior biscuits, shoelaces and

Man with pen.

They even need to grab the opportunity to do odd jobs. At the gate of all handicraft workshops, before dawn every morning, there are already hundreds of poor people waiting to open the door, hoping to find some odd jobs. And when the youngest and strongest

People who are part of the city, or have some social connections, such as brothers working there, are lucky enough to be employed. After a day, you can see hundreds of other people going back to their shabby houses dejectedly, hungry.

Stomach spends the day.

Besides being hawkers, scavenging dung, committing crimes, selling silver and doing odd jobs, what else can they do?

Maybe you can also go begging, and then you can see another scene in the factory area.
To be continued...