"But no one from the other world has come to occupy Elta's land, and this world is still our world?"

Old Hazefinger shook his head: "Confused! If the emperors of the past were in control of Elta, who would dare to force us so directly to spit out what we have already gotten? You probably don't know that a businessman like us who has been bullied so badly has heard a lot about my father in the industry in the past few days! ”

"There are many things that I used to only tell your eldest brother, who is in charge of the whole business. The Elta Empire is deeply entrenched, and so is it for us. Originally, our family was protected by a certain military leader, and in exchange we provided their family with all kinds of floral cloth for free. ”

Bowitt's mouth widened as he listened. He really didn't know that there were so many cats hidden in the family business.

Now the big man has long since disappeared with the Western Army camp, and he heard that the main house in the capital was also burned and looted by the mob. The rest is nothing more than his villa in Shield City. As for the rest of his family, they have already gone to Mendong City. Therefore, our family has long become a rootless Ping without the protection of big people. ”

"And then? If there is a big man, he can prevent this catastrophe? ”

Old Hazefinger was particularly annoyed at the thought of this. What kind of "robbery" is this? Resting on the old Elta, this is not even a fart - others don't know, and the bureaucrats who are in charge of the affairs of the shield city can not know that this general with real power in the Western Army has a relationship? Now that you know that you have a relationship, who would dare to do it? To tell the truth, the Hazefinger family has done some small bad things, and these bureaucrats in Shield City not only can't enforce the law impartially, but should be in the same league in order to hug their thighs! In the past, this was not a rule, this is called common sense! The people of the other world now don't care about these mainstays of them, and stick a cold ass to a hot face, which is called unruly! No common sense!

So it was only natural that the elder Hazefinger had turned the wooden bridge into his own reservation. Was that strange to him? No, rightfully so. Is it a great sin to encroach on any "public facilities"? No, not only that, but it stands to reason that if his son's house is to be demolished, it is only natural that a house of the same size or even a larger one should be compensated.

"If this Elta is still His Majesty's Elta, if the emperor wants to control the overall situation, how can he ignore the interests of the ministers and generals? If he doesn't want the interests of these big people, then who else will help him govern the country? So, their interests are our interests. And now, if these big men are still here, and they can still control the government of our country as before, instead of being controlled by the people of the other world, then why should we be here? ”

Old Hazefinger was doing things while meditating on the past few days, but it was a little fruitful. In the old Elta, the aristocracy and the bureaucracy held the throats of the merchants and landlords, and made them pay protection fees under the protection of the bureaucrats -- but now the aristocratic bureaucrats in Elta have completely lost the ability to control the local government and even the overall situation of the central government, and the new officials are under the double surveillance of the advisers, the anti-corruption team of the Elta Public Security.

Sooner or later, power will have to seek rent in the cracks of the rules - but not now. And when there is no way to seek rent, and the legal wall is high, the dissatisfaction of this group of people can be imagined.

These landlords and workshop owners were originally a much more powerful force than the merchants, peasants, craftsmen, and even bureaucrats -- landed, hired laborers, rich, influential, and even small-handed landlords who could be left-handed magistrates and right-handed big landlords -- they may not be as rich as the merchants, and they may not be as influential as the bureaucrats, but they all have them. So they can use money to exchange some political influence through privileges, and they can use influence to set up a little money, and they are so unhappy that they can meet left and right!

For example, if Hazefinger can win the favor and favoritism of the powerful people in the Western army, how sweet should the order for the robes and flags and tents be? Do a little trickery on the accounts, and the money you get is much more worth than the payment of honoring that master!

Now the peasants, artisans, and traders have benefited, but the landlords and workshop owners have become the main targets of the attack - the only few landlords in Sierta who are "not human" serfs have been completely dissolved and restored to freedom, and the remaining "hardly human" hired workers have also taken a fancy to the jobs provided by China and have left. There is vast arable land, what can be done without manpower? No matter how powerful the landlord used to be, now he can only sigh at the empty wasteland.

Sierta and the Chinese did not express their dislike for the landlords in any place, nor did they make any laws directly against the landlords, but the liberalization of the serfs promoted by Cierta marked the inevitable demise of the landlord class before the heavy tax damage of the Eastern and Western armies was recovered. After that, most of the landowners of Cierta chose to take the initiative to sell their land to Elta's officials, and then changed careers or became apartments.

Workshop owners were probably able to survive with decent staff or a strict family system – but the paper mills had disappeared entirely, and since then the pottery workshops and brick kilns have suffered similar devastating blows, not from deliberate sanctions, but from the destruction of the market for industrial products, and competition for labor treatments.

Needless to say, the new paper from China and Mendong has ruined the traditional market for paper mills, far exceeding the quality and being so cheap that paper mills simply can't compete with it – workers in Mendong now have a memo or notebook in their jacket pocket.

At the same time, porcelain is also expanding relative to pottery, reinforced cement bricks compared to traditional bricks and tiles, and even other new production capacity relative to old production capacity. He could vaguely feel this when the elder Hazefinger went to meet with more and more people who were not washing their hands. Almost all of the peers are complaining about how they can't make money, how they can't get by, and they are all full of complaints.

"I've heard that the cotton planted by the Otherworlders in the Northern Plains is about to be harvested, and after that, your printing and dyeing workshop, as well as the weaving mill of Murobizchi, will also be destroyed by the Otherworlders, right? Hey, let your son call it a day early and find something else! ”

"My carpenters are all gone. They used to be three-legged cat kung fu, only worthy of hammering nails and smearing paint, and now they are all used by the people of the other world to build templates and scaffolding. Come on, isn't my broken workshop the same as no one? ”

"In front of those artworks 'porcelain' and 'stainless steel' that won't rust, I can only admit defeat. Old Hazefinger, think about what you're going to do in the future. Look at that steel water cup, it's the one on the table, and the price of that one is cheaper than I asked the original craftsman to pinch a cup tire with a handle, how else can I do this? Wouldn't I make money and play with the overwhelming cups and pots of the otherworldly people to reduce prices? I play like this if I'm sick in the head! ”

"It's already that serious?" Bowett listened to his father's relay, and couldn't help but be a little speechless. What's the point of losing a house? I'm afraid that many peers will not even have jobs in the future! And cotton to be harvested? What is cotton? Cotton is the foundation of their profession!

"That's it." Old Hazefinger's tone grew heavier, "That damn fat man is right. Once the cotton grown by Sierta is harvested, they will definitely have to weave it themselves. If you weave your own cloth, you have to print and dye it yourself, and then use a large factory to make ready-to-wear clothes, and just like this, we will uproot all the top and bottom series step by step! ”

"So ......"

"So it's not a question of what to do with your house. If I can solve one of these problems as a father, what will happen to your brother in the future? If you brothers suddenly lose the printing and dyeing workshop now, how will you survive? Aren't you going to find another way to survive one by one? ”

"We're going against him!" The more Bowitt listened, the more annoyed he became, and a pair of fists suddenly clenched tightly. "Father! I don't want the house, let me use this money to raise some soldiers, destroy all the factories of the otherworldly, and change the industry to a life! ”

"It's useless, my son. Now can you pull the pawn? No kidding! The poor have all the benefits of the otherworldly, and you have forgotten them all? Do you want to expect them to go with you and offend the otherworldly? Besides, what can you do with 511 people? Can you fight better than the Church of the Two Moons, better than the Eastern and Western armies of the Elta Empire? You're not solving the problem, you're dying! ”

Ordinary people of this era naturally do not have much concept of "infiltration", "special operations". The war in their eyes is basically to go straight to the east and go straight to Mendong City to clean up the people of the other world.

Bowitt lowered his head, but could only remain silent. The Elta Army is a strong force that has never suffered defeat, how can it be lost to these war idiots like them? What I said was obviously useless angry words.

"I'll go and discuss with your eldest brother, anyway, you brothers don't have to do this dye shop anymore. Whether it's a businessman, or if they go to recruit for some official positions, in short, you have to find a way to survive. But what's the matter. Don't talk about any rebellion. To be a father means that you don't want your brothers to fight hard! Do you understand! ”

Old Hazefinger really wanted to drive away all the otherworldly people and new Elta who had disturbed his old age. But that's not something he can do anymore - he can't do it if he doesn't want to.

"You will be recuperating from your injuries in the next few days, and I will send someone to bring you some food every day." Old Hazefinger still sighed when he thought of his powerlessness in the face of the general situation. "You are not to blame for this, but I am to blame. But now that it's come to this, let's not talk about it again, just live our lives well......"