The people of the Federation of Saving and Caring Women did not know what kind of demon king was now possessed by Her Majesty the Queen, and they were excited by the fire and were discussing the next plan of action with great interest.

"The reign of the devil is not destined to last! This fire is proof of that! God is angry! Hell will come down to the world and judge these women who do not obey women's ways! A thin man said cheerfully that he was the most active of them all, that earlier he was a groom in the service of the former king, that he had abandoned his post and fled after the news of the pirate invasion, and that now, he had relied on his wife to wash the clothes of the garrison of the capital, and that his pale face and eyelids drooped together, but his nose was flushed with excitement, "Think about it, what beautiful clothes, jewelry, are all false, in fact, they have no value, women leave the family for these, and toil all day long, this is... … Well, unhealthy state, but they are obsessed with it and go to hell stupidly. The Prophet said, prayer, husband, children, these are the best things for women, in short, good dogs need sticks, good women need whips, Neustria needs doomsday ......"

His speech was somewhat out of line because of his excitement, but his companions were in about the same state of mind as he was, so no one pointed it out, and another younger man made a more radical statement: "They should all be sent home, and if I am king, I will make laws, and women shall never be allowed to work in the face of their faces, but only to do housework, take care of children, and pray at home, so that jobs will be vacated (this sentence won unanimous cheers)" The state should order women to make room for us men! We'll be able to get a job and have a wife!"

His last sentence struck the sore foot of some members: "That's right! Today's women are poisoned by vanity! They want tables again. I want a chair again, and some people say. Absolutely do not accept a marriage bed made only with wheat straw, they are the most bastard women! Is it a man who is married to a table, a chair, or a bed? Be a wife. As long as you don't starve to death, what tables, chairs, and beds do you want? Now, it is the devil that a man like us, who is standing up to the sky and will soon have a job (after the state has ordered the women to make room for us after the state has done so in accordance with our wishes), cannot find a wife! ”

"That's it! It is! The thin man who had spoken at first also shouted and applauded, and although he had a wife, he was very touched to applaud with the men after he remembered the quarrel that had broken out with his wife before he came out. The state should have ordered all women to be sent home from their jobs, so that he could easily find a well-paid job (of course, he would never wash the clothes of the garrison), and he would be able to say contemptuously in front of his wife, who worked all day without a penny, as before: "Don't forget, I supported you!" Women are just useless! I can't even feed myself, I deserve to be enslaved! What's wrong with me just beating you? ”

When the time comes. Does she dare to say that her family is poor and she can't afford to pay for the children's food and drink like she did this morning? Beat her up! After she loses her job, and when she is beaten to bed for three days without the risk of deducting her salary, he will definitely clean her up and let her know what it means to be a master! Let her dare to look at him with the kind of eyes that look at the scoundrel called Hanako! When the time comes...... It won't be like this morning. Just slap her a few times and give up!

Yes, he didn't even have money for a drink now, but because of the thought of being humiliated by his wife in the morning and the desire for revenge. His nose was still red from excitement, like rosacea from too much wine. Others are in a similar situation, though. It was not only those who participated in this organization, but also a few young and ignorant little girls who stood aside and applauded their speeches, all of whom were women of a time who hated Neustria today, who wanted to go back to the old, the beautiful, the rules - and above all the fact that they were too young to remember - who did not really like prayer, The life of husband and children (because it still exists in many parts of Neustria today, and none of them want to go to that place), but the "no work" sounds like a fairy music to their ears.

Ah, don't have to work! So, you don't have to read! No exams required! The hardships and annoyances of life, which make them inferior to others, will disappear with the "women all go home", leaving them with a comfortable, pleasant, slow-paced world that simply doesn't need a brain and only a stomach.

As for the tables, chairs, benches, clothes and jewelry, shopping, seating in churches, the right to speak in the municipal administration, the right to testify in the courts—in short, the ones that make people comfortable to live with their heads held high—will they disappear with work? They were sure that they would not, because the men who cried out, "All the women are all home," were so wholehearted for their well-being! They will only increase their happiness, not less! Even if none of them listened to them now, and they were never polite to them, they said that they were thinking about their happiness! That's what they did for their happiness!

They were so excited and applauded and shouted, but it did not provoke any protest from the neighbors, because they did not choose to meet in the tavern but on the corner of the open air outside the tavern because they had no job and could not afford to pay for the wine, but today was the feast of Santa Sina, and the general public was busy with the festival, and no one had time to pay attention to them.

Even the small group approaching the tavern didn't notice them at first.

"You wait here, I'll go in and buy wine." The red-haired former nun Grirrel said, and the other nine girls and a weathered woman all answered, standing in a proper manner, huddled together, timidly distancing themselves from the bummerling crowd on the corner, none of whom had been here before.

Miss Hatty clung to her mother's arm, but her mother, Mrs. Hatty, held her tighter than she did herself, and her other hand clung tightly to a small basket of eggs, which they had prepared for Santa Sina—after Miss Hatty had worked for the silk reeling factory for some time, she became acquainted with the same workshop workers, who were little girls from poor families who lacked the support of their fathers and brothers in this difficult environment, and in which it was easy for them to follow the example of other women workers, in an enthusiastic The girls who had been studying for a year were united in the organization - at first, they went to work together, so that those who knew that there were many female workers in the factory and wandered around the factory with bad intentions could not take advantage of them because they did not have the protection of their male relatives - and then there was mutual assistance in other ways - including the collection of funds for Mrs. Hatty to set up a stall at the factory gate with hot food and hot water, which would be convenient for the people and increase their income.

In order to raise money, they decided to form a sorority, and the girl who had studied found Grerel, who had taught her, was also eager to help them, reserving a place in the church and volunteering to help conduct the ceremony. Although the ritual did not necessarily require offerings, the girls decided to bring them as a sign of devotion and to ask God to bless them with their small investment, and to do so, they scraped together a sum of money from their meager wages - literally between their teeth - to buy eggs and wine as offerings. When the day came, they had all washed and put on their best clothes (though they had patches and holes), and put on their black, brown, golden, and gray hair, which had been painstakingly combed (with a toothless wooden comb), garlands of wildflowers and green leaves that had been picked in the morning, and only shoes could be helped, and the sound of ten pairs of wooden shoes walking together was like a small army, but Grerell had assured them, The kind-hearted Santsina would never think that they were not religious enough because they wore their wooden shoes to worship.

"What are these women doing here?" The thin man looked at them angrily, thinking that they were deliberately provoking him, yes! It's all to blame for his bastard wife who quarreled with him in the morning, he kicked off the breakfast pot and came out for a meeting, didn't eat breakfast, and the stomach was still empty, and these little girl's skins were so fancy, wearing flowers, buying wine, and carrying baskets full of fragrant eggs, hum, this devil's world! He couldn't afford to buy alcohol, but these women did!

"Let's give these little girls who don't abide by women's morals a little color, and let them return to the right path!" Although he didn't drink today, he was very energetic when he was drunk, and he waved his fist and shouted, "Let them know that women should stay at home, and they should not show their heads outside and go the wrong way!" ”

The other men followed suit, but the most excited were the girls who echoed them: "It's time to fight!" These unruly running around should be beaten! Hit them! Kill them! Disembowelment! Gallows of the sling! Let the crows peck their eyes alive and let the ants slowly gnaw on their flesh! Let a qiē criminal law be added to them! Look at which will dare to be so unruly in the future! ”

Seeing that there were poor and weak people who could be bullied and trampled on, their faces turned red with excitement, imagining the torture that could be inflicted on each other, as if they had drunk ten catties of spirits and were so intoxicated and happy. (To be continued......)