Before the bell struck the first time, a long line gathered at the door of the workshop, although the bell was struck three times before it was considered late, but the workers who worked in the factory, some of them could not even afford to pay a fine, so their only choice was to get up immediately after the rooster crowed, and walk to the gate of the factory to wait for the door to open. Therefore, she is one of the first few people to come to the factory gate every day.

"Name: Lucy's hometown: CattelanPosition: 3rd class worker in the silk reeling workshopHair: black eyes: green" such a small piece of paper hung on her slender neck, marking her identity, name and place of origin were false, but she had become more and more accustomed to the identity of "Lucy of Cattelan Country", and the life with the young lady in that palatial home in Tournest was like a wonderful and abnormal dream, waking up, waiting for her was the painful reality of life, her sick father, Mother, brother, and himself who are working hard to survive......

After ringing the bell, she was one of the first few workers in line, so it was soon her turn, and she showed the piece of paper hanging around her neck to the guard at the door, the guard was a girl not much older than her, but she was a graduate of a school, she took the card with the militarized training that could be seen at a glance, and swiped it coldly to signal that she could enter. Alas, it's not that there are no more school students among the workers, in fact. According to the meaning of the factory, they are also willing to give priority to those who come out of the school. They think they are disciplined, obedient, and good at management, but they tend to find better jobs elsewhere where talent is scarce. I don't care to come to the place where the silk is reeling to do such hard work.

She clattered through her high-soled wooden shoes to the workshop where she worked, where some of the most difficult girls from families would not be allowed to do such a job. She walked to her seat, and soon the cocoon and the terrible boiling water would arrive, and then she would have to put her red, swollen and peeling fingers into the hot water, find the silk, and attach it to the reeling cart in the shape of a spinning wheel, and pedal it. Pull the silk out of the cocoon. She struggled to do this job because she wasn't actually tall enough to pedal, which is why she kept wearing those high-soled wooden shoes. But, even so, she was not as handy as the girls who were tall enough, so she had only been able to do the third level of work for so long, and the girls who came in with her were already several levels higher than her.

When designing the machinery, Her Majesty intended to make the machinery a certain height to operate. In this way, efficiency would allow managers to automatically weed out child laborers, but what she didn't expect was that some of the children were because of their families. Even if it is hard, it is hard to do it, and because the silk reeling is too hard, the number of people who can be recruited is limited. So turn a blind eye to this situation.

After the bell rang for the second time, those workers from relatively wealthy families came to the factory gate. There are even some students who take the government management post for the qualifications of mixed production positions, and they don't care about these salary incomes. Hired a car to deliver it to the factory gate. Of course, they are not rich enough to ride in horse-drawn carriages, and the so-called hired cars are just a few girls sharing a small cart pushed by human power.

They wore bright clothes, jewelry, laughed and got out of the car, chattering only to see each other and ignore the ragged girls in the front, unlike the average outsider thinks, they may not earn as much money as Lucy in the silk reeling workshop, but if Lucy is transferred to their position, they will definitely think that they are enjoying themselves and not working. Most of them are the daughters of the citizens of Aronael, and some are even the daughters of merchants, and the factory managers actually prefer them to the cheap girls from the unknown country, not only because their families are more well-connected, but because they not only have guarantors, but their hometowns are also here, they are not sensitive to wages, they are reliable in their jobs, and their families can afford to pay in case of trouble. As a result, they will be more likely to be promoted than Lucy from Cattelan, and will be able to move up to easy management positions such as distributing cocoons and recording tasks.

And, in fact, their opportunities are not limited to these, it is true that the factory guards and the factory are not the same system, and they are often rotated, and it is not easy to corrupt them, but the ears and eyes of the locals soon find loopholes that the factory discipline setters could never have dreamed of. Workers enter the factory to check the badge and roll call, but, limited to technical conditions, there is no photo on the badge. Therefore, it is still easy for a girl who is related to the factory to sneak in, not to steal things or spy for foreigners, but to practice the machinery of the factory in advance, and when they officially enter the factory in the future, they can use a different pace from others to make the managers look at it differently. Of course, this requires relatives who are willing to take risks, and small gifts to shop floor managers for it, and a destitute like Lucy has neither the opportunity nor the capital - in fact, an outsider like her has no information about such a thing.

All she knew was that at the end of the day, she saw the "nobles among the workers" talking about the latest fashions, plays, and possible future promotions, and the silver rings on her stubby fingers glittering, while she herself carried an empty basket of rice and dragged her heavy steps towards the dark "home", and the ten small fingers that had been praised by many relatives and friends as "like a noblewoman" were burning with pain, even after being smeared with the ointment distributed by the factory. But no one cared about her suffering, for she was only one of the many women who had left the workshop, and was no longer the rich merchant lady of Tournest, who had no time to take care of her own parents and brothers, let alone strangers.

She staggered through the twilight, and a man passed her, with a crooked cane, in a ragged robe, and carrying a small package, but his steps were no easier than hers, but what did that have to do with her?

Without looking at the other party, she turned her back to the ascetic of the Jeffrey Order, the traveler who had returned from the Holy Land, and the cousin of the current Archbishop of Newsria, and walked further and further. (To be continued......)