Early in the morning, Dewell got up from the bed lightly, changed into a set of clothes he had worn yesterday, and left the house lightly, locking the door. As a Gualt living in the city of Otis, he was not ostracized from society, as his relatives who lived elsewhere said in their letters. He wasn't sure how this exclusion came about, or even if it really existed, or if it was an exaggeration by his relatives.

Because in the city of Otis, he did not have such a problem.

There is no Lower Town for the Guartes, nor for the Ogdings, but the whole city is a mix of races. It may be because of poverty, so there is no question of who looks down on each other. Of course, it is also possible that the lack of competition is due to the slow pace of life in the whole city, which makes people want to sleep, except for the work of sitting in front of the house all day and doing the needlework in their hands and sewing blankets, and the rest of the work is the work in the fields.

Take care of the wheat seedlings, water them every day, and occasionally drain the fertilizer from the stomach in the field to increase the soil strength.

A peaceful and peaceful life makes people unable to find reasons and excuses for hostility to each other, so here, everyone's status is about the same.

Dewell remembered the young man he had met yesterday, and said that he had built a Guarte church near the center of the city, where the kings and gods were served, and any Guarte could receive some food and clothing there for free, and he was very tempted. I was able to get up so early today to see what I might be able to get earlier.

He crossed the street, greeted the acquaintances around him warmly, and walked for about ten minutes, until he finally came to the outside of the Kingdom Church that the young man had spoken. At this time, there were already many people queuing outside the door, and he even saw a few Ogdin who were not Guerts also queuing, and he didn't say anything about it, but walked quietly to the end of the line.

"You know, I heard that they give out food and other things every week, maybe some eggs, maybe some clothes or furniture, I wonder what they're doing this for?", the two men standing in front of Dewell were talking about it, and he did think it was a little strange to hear.

The church also came here to develop its followers, but unfortunately they only lasted a year and then left the place, even tearing down the church and removing the sculptures and stained glass inside. It is said that the believers here are greedy, they only want to take, they do not give, and one of the bishops also said that this is a place that is not under the gaze of God.

So how long can this group of people and their fellow villagers hold out?

With this question in mind, Dewell took ten pounds of wheat kernels and a brand new dress and walked into the church. The church is in order, and although the statues of the kings and gods they advertise have not yet been erected, there are already some colorful paintings on the walls, which can be regarded as making up for these problems.

A young man stood on the podium, he was frowning at something, and Dewell chose a place to sit down close to him, and greeted the acquaintances around him.

When the church was almost full, the door closed, and the young man looked up.

He was very young, and he looked like a big man. The conversation in the church gradually subsided, and the eyes of the big guys were focused on the young man, wanting to see what he had to say. After all, everyone took a lot of his things, and if ten catties of wheat kernels were saved a little, and after grinding them to make wheat kernel porridge, they could make a family that could last for three or five days, or even longer.

As for the clothes, there was no need for them, and most of the people walking on the street were wearing old clothes, and Dewell thought it might be more appropriate to give some fabric than these clothes.

These people were looking at Durin, and Dulin was looking at these people, and he was a little helpless now, because he didn't know what he was going to say. The social atmosphere in the city of Otis is very good, everyone is friendly, and there is no obvious class or hierarchy, which has led to the assimilation of the local Guartes far more than elsewhere. Here they felt the reality of politicians' propaganda that "they are all citizens of the empire", which also made Durin feel a little troubled.

If a person lives in a society where there are no obvious racial contradictions and class conflicts, and there is no dissatisfaction with his or her own situation, it is very difficult to unite these people. In his dream world, there is a saying called "no desire is rigid", which in layman's terms means that I don't want anything from you, so I'm not afraid of losing what I don't have in the first place.

He sighed, closed some of the materials, looked at the full seat of the church, pursed his lips, and found an idea—a dream.

"Hello everyone, I'm Durin, and I'm the new mayor, and like everyone here, I'm also a Gualt!", a very ordinary opening remark, the applause was not very enthusiastic, he pointed to a random person and asked, "What is your dream?"

Dewell stood up a little surprised, he thought for a while before he said, "I'm very sorry sir, I don't know what my ideals are. ”

Duhrin has an urge to slap the past, what's the point of not even living the ideal?

He smiled, "This shows that you are very satisfied with your current life, I think it is also the current accepted opinion of everyone, right?", many people nodded one after another, there is a manual work to subsidize the family, adults and children can do it. Eating and drinking problemsGo to open a little wasteland outside the city, and you can meet the needs of the family for food and drink, they really don't have anything they desperately want. Durin walked back to the podium, and he knew what to say next.

In front of everyone, he took out a roll of money from his pocket, although he didn't like to roll it up, but the cash and other things were all kept by Dufo for him, and the guy liked to roll up the money and wrap it in cowhide silk, and it was very troublesome to roll it up. In particular, it will bulge in the pocket and affect the appearance.

At this time, he could no longer notice those things, and the circle in his pocket was twenty yuan, which was also the main denomination of high society at present. He took out one of them, then took out a lighter and lit the other. Amid the exclamations and chatter, the banknote finally turned to ashes after holding out for a minute, and was trampled on by Doolin. Immediately afterwards, Durin took out another twenty-dollar bill, showed some in front of everyone, and then lit a lighter.

That's twenty dollars! You know, they don't necessarily have this money for a month, and they were burned like this? Many people can't sit still, and they can burn the money, so why don't you give it to me? An Ogding man stood up, he licked his lips, "Mr. Mayor, if you plan to burn that bill in your hand, I wonder if you can give it to me?"

It wasn't Doolin's arrangement, and he thought he might have to burn a few more bills before anyone would come forward.

Shaking his head with a smile on his face, he continued to light the bill in his hand, watched as the bill turned to ashes amid the exclamations of the people, and took out another one.

If everyone was just a little surprised that the first two were burned, now it's shocking!

"Mr. Mayor......"

Durin looked at him and shook his head, "You're wrong, and there are two things. First of all, when I stand here today, I am not the mayor, but the Gualt Durin. The second point is that you are not a Gualt and you are participating in a Gualt meeting, which in itself is very rude. As he had finished, Kena walked up to him and smiled and pointed to the small door for him to leave.

The fellow was a little stupid with his bag of wheat and clothes, and some of them left the church unhappily under the watchful eye of Kenah, and the other Ogdins who had mixed in and took advantage of him had left.

Dulin looked at the Gualt man before, pointed at him and asked, "Do you have the same idea as the gentleman just now, I burned the money, why don't you give it to someone else?"

Dewell stood up again and nodded, "Yes sir, you lost it, why don't you use it to help some people in need?"

Durin replied with a smile: "Because this is my money!", and without waiting for others to think about the meaning behind this sentence, he directly spread out a roll of money and set it all on fire. Ninety-eight, two thousand minus forty pieces, turned into ashes in the process of people being so shocked that they lost even the ability to express themselves in language for a short time.

He clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Because this is my money, I have the right to choose where they will end, whether it is given to a certain person or burned them, it is up to me to decide!"

"I can give this money to one of you, or I can give it to all of you, but why should I do it?", Durin left the podium and walked to the side of the podium, his scrutinizing gaze sweeping over the faces of those who had just come to their senses, "Because of what? Who can answer me?"

No one could answer him, and there was a brief silence in the church, and Durin took a deep breath, took two steps, and said in a slightly raised voice, "Because I have money but I don't want to give it to you, that's why." ”

"Actually, when this gentleman ...... I'm sorry, may I ask your name ......", Durin smiled apologetically, and then continued: "Actually, when Mr. Dewell said that he didn't pursue it, I didn't think there was anything funny, I only felt pathetic, not his pathetic, but the pathetic of everyone here!"