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The road was calm, there were not as many robbers as in the knight's novels, and even if they met on the road, the other party would quietly leave, as far as possible not to crash into this luxurious carriage.

The robbers also knew very well that if they encountered those caravans, they would be robbed, and everyone would eat with their real skills. I can't beat myself and think I'm unlucky, but I can beat the natural big pieces of gold and enjoy the wealth. But when encountering such a noble carriage, the thieves really didn't dare to start, and the price of angering the nobles was often not just to pay for their lives, but also to pay for more things, more precious things.

In a blink of an eye, the province of Bell was already in sight, and there were still four days to go back to Ortlenburg at most, and the bumps along the way made the iron man unbearable, and Blair's mental head was not as sufficient as before, and he was a little sluggish. Seeing that it was already afternoon, if he continued to hurry, he might have to spend the night in the wilderness, and Rennes, who was not far from home, was not as hurried as before, so he decided to rest for a good day in Balatan, a border city in Tulum Province, and set out on the road tomorrow.

It's just that the wishes are good, but the reality is not necessarily so good, and as soon as you enter the territory of Balatan, you can feel the tense atmosphere that hangs over this area. Most of the pedestrians on the road were tense and serious, and they looked in a hurry. There weren't as many caravans on the road as they used to be, and most of them bypassed the main official route to the province of Bell after approaching the Balatan region. Wren may not have felt so obvious before entering the area, but it has become much more obvious after entering the area.

The city of Balatan was gradually appearing on the horizon, and the air was about to freeze. On the side of the road, Wren asked Blair to slow down the carriage, he pulled the window, found a pedestrian who looked a little more honest, and stopped the carriage.

The pedestrian was slightly surprised, he carefully looked at the family emblem on the carriage for a while, and the stiff expression on his face slowly relaxed, he bowed slightly, "Honorable noble lord, I don't know what you have to do?"

Obviously, the carriage stopped beside him, and the noble lord in the carriage also looked at him, and this pedestrian would not simply think that these were all coincidences, so he took the initiative to salute, showing respect for the nobles and avoiding any trouble.

Wren didn't get out of the car, his gaze lingered on the pedestrian's face for a moment and then looked into his eyes, "Hello, dusty traveler, I have sensed that the atmosphere here is very abnormal since I entered the Balatan area, has something happened recently?"

The pedestrian was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, this noble lord must have come from a long distance, "Master, you may not know, a big event has happened recently!", his tone and expression were a little exaggerated, a little serious, and it also explained that this matter must not be a trivial matter, "At the end of last month, there was a conflict between the self-help association and the nobles of Balatan, and hundreds of people have died, and now the two sides are facing each other in the city, and the form is not optimistic. ”

Self-help society?

Wren's lips moved slightly, and he silently repeated this somewhat peculiar word, he knew it.

The Self-Help Society is an organization similar to a workers' guild, organized by groups of workers in Balatan. Balatan was close to the province of Bell, and after the first sorting of the caravans from the border passed through Belém, the second sorting was carried out in Balatan, where the goods were distributed to different caravans from different places and transported to various regions of the empire. There are two biggest pillars of the Baratan economy, the first is the large logistics enterprises, some merchants who have failed to compete for goods have found another business opportunity, they provide larger trucks, more reliable guards, and more safe and efficient trade routes for those small and medium-sized merchants, and also for those large merchant groups to send goods to various places.

Another pillar of the economy is the workers, who are not treacherous or businessmen, taking Longdao smoke bricks as an example. In fact, there is no grade distinction between imported Dragon Island smoke bricks, but after entering the Orlando Empire, Dragon Island smoke bricks are divided into five grades, how did these grades appear? Here we have to mention the treachery of the merchants, they added one Dragon Island smoke brick to nine parts of Orlando local smoke bricks, which became the worst grade of Dragon Island smoke bricks, and it was also the most profitable one.

There are many similar commodities that can be operated, plus different packaging and sorting, the whole Tulum is like a huge warehouse and processing base, which stores, transports and processes a large number of goods, so it also needs a lot of workers.

Don't have any illusions about how good the merchants are to the workers, capital is dirty and bloody at all, and in order to resist the oppression of the merchants, the workers awakened their organizational talents and established a worker-based organization, that is, the Self-Help Society, to confront and negotiate with the merchants. To a certain extent, the Self-Salvation Society represents the local public opinion of Balatan and the interests of the common people.

The conflict erupted because the self-help society believed that the merchants were too oppressive to the workers, and that the workers needed more rest time and higher wages to cope with the rising consumption levels.

Naturally, the merchants rejected the suggestion of the Self-Help Society, believing that the workers of Balatan were far superior to those in other cities in terms of salary and work arrangements, so they did not pass the request of the Self-Help Society. The Self-Salvation Association launched a massive strike and spontaneously organized a march through the city.

It is important to know that the Balatan noodle industry chain is not just facing the commercial market of one or two cities or one or two provinces, but the entire empire. A single day of strike would bring a lot of losses and liquidated damages to the merchants, so urgent negotiations were held between the merchants and the Self-Help Association. Unfortunately, however, the two sides had a big disagreement and no agreement was reached, so the strike naturally continued.

Merchants are just a general term, and in fact there are some merchants who represent the interests of the aristocratic class, or are themselves nobles. Faced with a strike movement that caused them mounting losses, the aristocracy eventually became angry and began to turn the tables upside down. Their methods are simple, crude and stupid. They found the president and vice president of the Self-Rescue Association, and after abusing them, they killed them and dumped their bodies in the city. The oil drum, which was about to explode, was finally completely ignited by this fire.

Angry workers stormed the lord's palace and smashed the estates of the nobles and wealthy merchants, storming places they had never thought of, snatching out decent people of high society, parading them naked, and whipping them.

The situation spiraled out of control in an instant, and the lords, who had escaped the catastrophe, directly mobilized their armies and began a brutal suppression of these rebellious workers. Many people have died in the days of clashes, and a large number of workers have been arrested and imprisoned.

The situation has eased for a while, but it does not mean that it has subsided, because the greater storm is yet to come - the workers are beginning to arm themselves, and they are going to overthrow the rulers who are pressing down on their heads.

After hearing this, Wren couldn't help but be speechless, and at the same time he was shocked and began to be vigilant and reflective. This matter can be easily resolved at the outset, which is a compromise. In fact, as long as the businessmen are smart enough, even if they satisfy the workers' desire for a salary, they can get the money back from other sources. But they chose the stupidest method, and the solidified class thinking and superiority made them ignore that they were facing not an insignificant breeze, but a storm of terror!

He confessed to Blair and bypassed Balatan to avoid being harmed by the fish pond. The furious workers don't care if you're a nobleman of the city or not, they'll kill you anyway.

Wren was lucky to escape. In the early morning of the second day after he entered the province of Bell overnight, the Balatan riot broke out completely.

The workers, armed with weapons looted from the warehouses, waged a class war in the city with the city guards. The city defense army, which was less than 4,000 people, was overwhelmed by more than 50,000 workers in an instant, and disappeared into the sea of people without making a splash. Several great merchants were hanged, and the lord of Baratan, the Earl of Moore, was beheaded, and his head was hung from the tower of the lord's palace, swaying in the wind.

This incident shocked the entire empire, and Her Majesty the Empress Pars, who was far away in the imperial capital, ordered that the lords and lords of all sides of the province of Tulun should carry out armed suppression of the rebels in Balatan, and that they would be slaughtered and not a single one would be left.

Those little nobles who were so excited that they couldn't even sleep, suppression, which means war exploits, and war exploits can continue the life of the family. For a time, the small nobles from all over Tulun Province were the first to move, three hundred and five hundred was not too little, and eight hundred and one thousand were not too much, and they rushed to Balatan with their own private troops, striving to bite the most delicious cake before the greater nobles and forces were dispatched.

At the same time, Wren returned to Ortlenburg without incident.

The bitter cold of mid-March has passed, spring has arrived, and the vigor of life everywhere is in stark contrast to the slaughter of winter. The stubborn life blooms from the ice and snow that has not yet completely melted, and the emerald green and delicate branches and leaves embellish the beauty of the world with pleasing colors.

This winter, for the people of Ortlenburg, is something to remember and a sign that their life will get better and better.