It is said that it is a landless peasant, but in fact, the former is inferior to the farm landlords in terms of land and numbers; The latter was inferior to the tenant serfs. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

To put it bluntly, they are the "middle class" in the agricultural profession. The serfs, who have nothing left, spread their hands and carry the tools to work with a good attitude; The big landlords obediently handed over the land, exchanged money for investment in various chain stores and chain enterprises exported by Mendong City, and even cooperated with Chinese shareholders.

But the middle class happens to be high, not low. On the one hand, the jobs they get may be able to meet their requirements for the time being, but the future of intensive industries is certainly not good in the long run.

On the other hand, the traditional perception of the land has not changed. Of course, they were the main targets of land annexation in successive dynasties, and they were often the main force of the army that followed the military aristocracy and magicians to raise their banners.

They did not have the forbearance and obedience of those who had become landless peasants, nor did they have the vision and insight of the big landlords. The fact is that their desire and possessiveness for land are in essence superior to those of the other two tiers.

But this is no longer the case in the current environment. Agriculture in modern industrial society is no longer the cornerstone of everything, but has shrunk into a small category under industry. From the breeding of new varieties, to the production of seeds and fertilizers, the introduction of machinery, the treatment of land and the control of ingredients, the control of pests and diseases, the use of weather and the maximization of profits, and the minimization of damage, everything has been inseparable from the industrial society.

Because only when it is related to industry can modern agriculture be born. Modern agriculture can achieve a sharp decline in the number of working people per unit area, and at the same time the output has increased several times -- this is exactly in line with the Chinese's wishes, such a vast and flat plain, not playing mechanized agriculture is simply a shame to the ancestors, to write a review for the Shennong clan.

What's the matter, throwing the Elta people into intensive agricultural production with no future, regardless of the output, and then the industrial mouth still knocking on the bowl and waiting for people - what is it? The above is still waiting for these people to return to a full basic education to support the transformation and redistribution of domestic industry, and the peasants can obediently go to night school? Do you think you can make more money by improving your cultural level? Can you realize the importance of literacy?

Don't even think about it. For modern civilization, as long as a region is normal, its most precious possession should be people - of course, the insane cultists or blood-eating fanatics are not included.

From the perspective of normal people, providing them with jobs and services can be profitable in itself, and the work itself can increase their value and purchasing power. The increase in purchasing power allows them to consume more products, and once the virtuous cycle begins, there is endless profit and prosperity......

Or, a physicist, chemist, or philosopher who can create an era is likely to be a child somewhere in this other world. "Each of them has infinite possibilities", and discovering their possibilities, rather than treating them as tools to stop at a certain stage, has always been China's policy.

To trap certain groups of people at a certain stage and to prohibit them from changing jobs (which is essentially similar to the artisan household system) is simply turning back the clock of history. It is true that man's brute force itself is valuable, but limiting man's value to brute force and adding the phrase "labor brings freedom" as a reason to limit man's value is almost a fool that only feudal society can do. Call them Nazis? I'm sorry, but the Nazis probably wouldn't be so stupid.

It is impossible for the factory not to notice such strange and retro signs. Therefore, on the night of the news announcement, the factory-run night school immediately canceled the original teaching plan and replaced it with an in-depth study and explanation of the content of the labor agreement, as well as a three-day factory rules study class.

In fact, with the exception of crimes and violations of factory rules, there are basically no direct dismissals in textile factories. The proportionate and lawful treatment of wrongdoers who molested women was unanimously supported by the former serf workers, whose relatives and even themselves had often been victims of such violence in the past. This time, no matter who the victim is, as long as the perpetrator is punished accordingly, they will be able to smile.

As for the loss of their jobs, this is even more insignificant to them - the construction workers and coolies in all parts of Elta are basically stepless, and the factory-run night school has made it clear that the five criminals still have the freedom to sell the value of their labor after they are released from prison, and they have only lost this position, not their rights as human beings.

Because these real mud legs in the textile factory are themselves the best in the "differentiated management" of coolie workers. A large number of such coolies were recruited and used in the early stage of the Duncheng municipal renovation project, and after the completion of the factories and municipal departments, a group of active laborers will be accepted.

Of course, the landless peasants did not dare to defend or even excuse those cowardly fools under such a general trend. But there is no doubt that some of them are already extremely dissatisfied with the attitude of these former serfs and the poor at the bottom.

"Now, look at the guy who is smiling so much now, that little bastard turns out to be just a thug who lives in the slums of the royal capital! Do you know? Three years ago, I went to Wangdu to sell mountain goods, and I saw him being hired to kick other people's stalls! ”

"You're right? How could it be such a coincidence? The man here asked in disbelief, fiddling with the pencil in his hand.

"Hey, I'll tell you, you can't be wrong!" His tablemate crooked his mouth and was angry, "That guy's beard is so fucking distinctive!" ”

His tablemate stopped turning his pen, looked at him with reproachful eyes, and whispered, "Be quiet, Rokmun!" Do you want to be reprimanded by your teacher? ”

Sure enough, in the bright night school classroom, everyone was looking at Rokmun, who had just chatted dizzily and accidentally failed to control the volume. Fortunately, no one, including the subject he was talking about, seemed to know what he had just said in the second half of the sentence.

"This has to be the third time, right?" The night school teacher on the podium tapped his whip on the shelf that doubled as a lectern table, and he was so familiar with Rokmon that he didn't need to look at the table sign to know his name. "Rokmun, don't eat the promise you made. What are you still doing? Go outside and get to the penalty station! Tomorrow night I'm going to see you copy the rules three times, and not a word can be wrong! ”

Rokmon was about to condense his resentment into a mouthful of spit and spit it on the concrete floor of the classroom. But at this time, he could only put away his resentment and dissatisfaction, and pretended to pick up the book and pen in his hand and walked out of the classroom from the back door.

Lipandesa, a former pauper who had just been called a thug by Roxmond, was now smiling even more happily - as for what Roxmund thought of him? He didn't notice it.

He was really a pauper in Garcia, the royal capital, before. To put it more appropriately, he was not a thug either—for he took almost any task except fighting, and he could do anything that was within his brute force.

Garcia was in a mess, and Lipandessa's keen sense of smell immediately came into play. Others don't know that he, a little cockroach living at the bottom, understands very well: following the prince to rebel, it is to let people use it as a gunman! Don't talk about whether you will be given an official title or not, and the civilian rebellion can be compared to one-tenth of the fierceness of the army's decision to kill?

Now it's time to grab it happily, grab it comfortably, grab it in one breath, can you still have a head in the future? The shrewd Lipandesa thought about it, and a cold sweat poured down from the top of his head in an instant.

That night, while the crowd gathered in the center of the royal capital Garcia, carrying torches, Lipandesa wrapped up all his clothes, quietly took the soft package and left Garcia, and hurried south.

When he spent half a month traveling to Elta Sul, the news of Garcia's bloodbath and burning came from the north. But he didn't have time to rejoice, and he had little place in South Erta, barely penniless - there weren't just two refugees like him with a "keen sense of smell", and the local coolie market was almost saturated.

At this moment, news of job openings on the land of West El Tower also came from the northwest one after another. Lipandesa summed it up, touched the coil in his hand, and resolutely set out on the mountain road to Cierta.

It's been a year since the incident. Lipandesa now sits in the classroom of this factory-run evening school, without the slightest regret about his decision and effort—on the contrary, it was the Chinese who gave him a chance to live as a human being, and he himself seized the opportunity.

What's there to complain about losing your job because of something? Lipandesa could only grin at the worries of the landless peasants - in the slums of the city of Garcia, they were born to be poor, and they probably did not even have the right to make mistakes. Every day, mothers who can't afford to raise their children drown their children in ponds full of sewage, do they have a choice between making mistakes and not making mistakes at this time?

No. In the slums, making a mistake can only lead to a dead end. For the conditions offered by people from another world, Lipandesa was almost moved to tears: since only if you make a mistake will you be taken away from your job, isn't it okay not to make a mistake? Where did all that nonsense come from?

Even if you make a mistake, what does it matter? It doesn't matter if it's five years or ten years, it's just to continue to carry bags and eat rice. Lipan de Sanunu looked at the figure of Rokmon standing outside the corridor, and cast a disdainful look.