Chapter 551: Whispers of Chaos
Once life begins, there will always be a lot of trouble.
And the trouble in the trouble, probably war and riot.
No one expected that when the shadow of war had just covered the edge, it was the edge areas that could not be supported first.
Horn City, as the thunder season becomes less frequent and dense, the sun becomes less extravagant.
But then came the cloudy sky and dark clouds that people here are not used to, and there was less thunder to drive away the fog, and the fog would not let go of the area.
The Seymour people in Horn City are very unaccustomed to this kind of weather, and when they look up, it is neither pure black nor thunder, and the gray dark clouds make people very depressed, just like the mood of the citizens at this time.
"War, war again? Does this war have anything to do with us, we haven't had a few days of peace since the outsiders came. ”
"Prices have gone up again, and I can't even afford bread anymore. ”
"Needless to say, it's good to have a job these days. I heard that more than a dozen factories had closed down in the outer city, and that thousands of workers had smashed the homes of local rich people. ”
"Heh, what's the matter with the rich man, he is a warlord leader, he has money and an army, and he can still manage the factory?"
In a sense, the progress of the industrial age is always accompanied by blood, just as the development of capitalist society always appears batch after batch of eliminated and sacrificed.
Compared with previous years, the city here is cleaner and more beautiful, with fewer noisy and complex small alleys and square areas, and more high-level buildings.
The streets are much wider, there are fewer beggars in rags, there is a lot less garbage on the streets, and there are fewer smiles on the streets.
On the largest sunny square, there is a dense crowd of "new beggars" every day, who squat here before dawn with signs.
Don't get me wrong, they're not asking for money, and the sign isn't a pathetic begging word.
"Fitters, certificates. A monthly salary of S$500 plus meals is enough. ”
"Plasterer, just keep the food. ”
"Magic guide craftsman, with a monthly salary of three thousand, it would be better if there were certain development prospects. ”
"I can write, fantasy and martial arts, just take care of the rice, the romance and corruption will be doubled, and the two of them will be doubled for four meals. ”
"Bald Green Light Man...... Ahem, programmer, as long as you don't work overtime. ”
The changes of the times will always be shown in the most brutal way.
In the face of the impact of magic and industrial technology, the small commodity industry, small handicraft industry, and traditional craft industry of the original Seymour people were quickly crushed and bankrupt.
With the opening of the direct express train between Seymour's Horn City and New Tonia City, the impact fell on Seymour's head in a more direct and swift way.
The long-term three links were solidified by the two cities as a diplomatic agreement (war reparations), and it was very convenient for people to travel between the two places, and the changes in New Tonia City over the years have been even greater.
Churches invested more money, new businesses and factories were built, and cheap and beautiful goods were thrown directly into the trucks to the corner city, where they appeared on the market three or four days later.
This kind of impact is fatal, some modern factory seedlings that have just emerged in Jiaocheng can't support this simple and crude dumping at all, and even the other party has not deliberately lowered the price to seize the market, but simply crushed the technology and cost, and completely crushed the various industries of the people of Jiaocheng.
However, the original contract (war agreement) stipulated that the two sides would have the freedom to trade goods, and unless the people of Kadojo planned to come to war, this agreement could not be denied.
Sometimes, economic aggression is more deadly than the threat of war.
The modern industrial factories that are still alive in Kashiki are not the factories run by the Ash people in Kashi, which are not the warlords and locals who have paid a lot of money for the technology obtained from the Ash people through special channels, and who pay them an annual technology royalty/favor exchange.
On the other hand, trade agreements with free movement of people have further exacerbated the situation.
In the past two months, the monthly salary of ordinary workers (without skills and illiterate) in New Winter City has reached S$2,000, and the monthly salary of skilled workers and special types of work can even reach more than 5,000, while the general workers in Jiaocheng are hovering between 500 and 800, and the gap between the two sides has reached three or four times.
The price of goods is almost the same, due to the problem of freight, the cost of the second dealer, the Jiaocheng side is even a little higher, everyone wants to have a better life, take a car to change the place to develop.
The Jiaocheng factory with backward technology and ideas can't even recruit young and middle-aged people.
If it weren't for the explosion of population in recent years, New Tonia City would have to start planning and development, the original policy of giving in as long as you apply was canceled, and the resident population was strictly reviewed, and the situation here would be even worse.
But from another point of view, many of the current migrant workers in Horn City are all left over from New Tonya City.
Some of them have unclean hands and feet and have a criminal record, some believe in witchcraft and make some messy things, some are habitually lazy and driven out of the factory by fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, and some are old and weak (Seymour, as an immortal species, has a short period of old age, and the elderly are still working is very rare),
In a sense, after the signing of those agreements, Horntown has become a new colony of the Ashites, constantly gaining resources, population, dumping goods, and making huge profits.
However, considering the comparison of strength between the two sides, if there is no accident, such a situation will not change.
Revolution and rebellion? The current bigwigs of Corner City, all the rich people, warlords, and magistrates, are well fed by the Ashites, they have real estate in New Tonia City, and even their families are stationed there, how can they take care of this problem of the people below.
"This is only a short-lived throes of change. ”
"It's all good to get through it, we haven't had more goods over the years, and everyone's income has increased, but the days are so good that everyone wants more things and spends more to make it uncomfortable. ”
"It's been better over time, and our technology is improving. ”
Whether true or false, three percent true and seven layers of false statements, it seems that they have forgotten to mention one thing, that the agreement on the three links between the two places will make the weak weaker and the strong stronger.
In any race, there are people of insight.
They shouted that they should reject foreign goods, that local industries should flourish, that local cultural industries should be developed, and that the national spirit should be gathered....... But who listens to them?
In the current environment, those who have money, people and armies are all big warlords and rich people, and no one can become the real city lord and national leader of Jiaocheng, even if there are one or two "rebels" among them, other warlords and the church of Xincheng will teach him to be a man in various ways.
It's like a colony in the colonial era, where life is getting worse and worse tomorrow, and even dignity is gradually disappearing, but you don't know what went wrong, and you don't even know how to change it in the future.
Horn City and New Tonia City are too close, and it is both his luck and his misfortune to go back and forth in a few days.
Fortunately, it can transcend the limitations of the times and quickly keep up with the pulse of the times, but unfortunately, it may not be able to escape the control of New Tonia City.
If nothing else, in a few generations, the city will become a complete vassal of Tonya, or simply a remote part of it.
This has nothing to do with good or bad, good or evil, and impersonal organizations such as forces and countries have no good or evil in the first place, and they want to survive in pursuit of maximizing interests, as was the case with colonial countries in the past and the collision of civilizations now.
To sum it up in the simple words of a great man, it is "if you fall behind, you will be beaten."
This has been the case for a hundred years, a thousand years, and ten thousand years.
It's just that compared to the predecessors who were full of blood and tears in every profit, Ash's "interstellar colonists" have been much gentler.
History has taught them a lot, they have long known that eternal slavery is impossible, and in a few hundred years, the two sides will always stand on the same level, and if they go too far now, they will probably be pulled out of the list and settle the ledger at that time.
For the civilization of the Seymour people, this is a painful period, an opportunity to survive the "crisis" that can accelerate the development of a hundred years and a thousand years, and the coexistence of danger and opportunity.
Some rich people tell the truth when they take the money, but no one cares.
Now, at a time when the clouds of war cover the sky and people are panicking, the unexpected happens.
Yes, the people of Horn City do not know the direction of the future, but someone knows, or rather, God knows.
"Our Lord has shown the way! All the pain and anxiety come from the strangers! Expelling the strangers! Even its will is our future. ”
In front of a factory in the far city, a crowd of people crowded in front of the dilapidated ruins, and the man in black with a hood put aside his cover, and the third eye between his foreheads was eye-catching.
The others didn't seem to feel anything about the strange appearance, and the people around them shouted all sorts of slogans.
"Hit the Ash colonialists. ”
"Bring down the three mountains of colonialism, capitalism and imperialism!"
"Fools, our cause is just. ”
And the strange thing is that no matter how the three-eyed one above instigates, the shouts below are still not enthusiastic enough, although they are getting louder and louder.
"I just heard from you that there are small workers here for daily settlements, and I will go back if I don't recruit workers. ”
"Yes, my wife and children are still waiting for me to go back with my salary, and the whole family has dinner. ”
"Don't talk about those who have it or not, whether you pay it or not. Even if you don't recruit workers, you can give some hard money. ”
The cultists looked at each other on it, the previous work was not so difficult to do, didn't they shine their third eyes in the past, and they believed whatever they said.
Jiaocheng, as the former hometown of the Eye of Wisdom, has a complex root system, and it is difficult to clear it after so many years.
These guys are like the one in the corner of the room, you think it's cleaned up, and then it jumps out every few days to scare you and disgust you for a long time.
The Eye of Wisdom was originally a certain hypnotic and control ability, but now this funny scene is also the result of the change of the times.
The original Harait's Great Wasteland is a desert of order, a chaotic wilderness, a world where there are no rules, and as long as the power of the evil gods enters, they can arbitrarily write new rules.
And now, there is a new god of order here, the mist god system.
Although the priesthood and godhead have not yet been determined, the belief network built by hundreds of thousands of believers has gradually supported these belief in gods, and these networks themselves are also part of the order, and it is inevitable that the power of evil gods will be expelled and weakened.
What's more, even the power of the evil god is not a panacea.
The eye of wisdom itself is also defined, wisdom is the accumulated knowledge, the accumulation of massive wisdom into the ocean, and the endless sea of knowledge to deduce the truth.
In the past, you could do whatever you wanted, but as this world becomes more and more orderly and regularized, the power left by the evil gods in this world has also been revised.
It's okay to increase persuasion, but it's impossible to convince the other party with nonsense.
Even with the power of the Eye of Wisdom, they can only strengthen their persuasive power and say words that really move people's hearts and then turn them into action.
"Imperialism is evil, the ideas of capital are shameless, they exploit the income of your labor through commodities......"
Soon, the people above also realized that the situation was not right and turned around in time.
But alas, these words are useless.
"What is imperialism? They give us so many good things and give us money to buy new things, how can they be bad people. ”
"Aren't we farming in the past? We have been relying on the mountains for so many years, and we have starved to death so much, at least we have not starved to death on a large scale in recent years. ”
Obviously, it doesn't mean anything to talk about this with citizens who don't recognize these big characters.
The louder and louder it is, the less interested it is, since it is not recruiting, some people have already slipped away.
Finally, the Three-Eyed Evil God Sacrifice understood, and he shouted loudly.
"They're rich, we're poor, rob the fuck!"
Well, it's not just wisdom, it's true.
The agitated crowd suddenly calmed down, the pink glow spread to the audience, and when the sermon was finally accepted, the whispers of the evil gods really worked.
"Fuck it!"
"Fuck it!"
Although it was only a whispered response, it was also an immediate effect, and the sacrifice was very encouraged.
He understood that as long as the words that can move people's hearts, even if they are just words that make the other party hesitate and think, the power of the master can play a role!
"We are the masters here, they are foreigners, and they should give us good things!"
"Yes, we are the masters! Give it to us, give it to us!"
"We don't want to go to work, why do we go to work in the factory, it's all ours. We don't have to go to work, they should pay their salaries too!
"Pay wages, pay benefits, pay women, pay houses......"
The voices of greed came and went, and even those with sober heads were wrapped in pink brilliance, and finally fell into an inexplicable frenzy.
And then of course, there is the spread of pink brilliance.