When he got home, Dussaint was surprised to find that the lights in the flower hall were still on.

Androni was a very frugal person, at least among the aristocracy. She doesn't like lighting lights in places where no one is around. The lights in the flower hall are on, indicating that Androni is now in the flower hall.

At half past three in the morning, is my mother still busy with official business?

After Dussaint got out of the carriage, he was already sleepy to the point of being in a daze. He really wanted to go to the flower hall to have a look, but the ten-year-old body needed sleep, and his spirit really couldn't hold on.

"I have to remind my mother tomorrow that staying up late is easy to die suddenly......" Dussander muttered into his room, and then fell asleep on the soft bed without even taking off his clothes.

At eight o'clock in the morning, after repeatedly asking the maid to wake up Mr. Lord to no avail, Lorraine and Polina went straight into Dussand's bedroom. Then I saw Dussand, who was neatly dressed, but lying face down on the bed and snoring.

"Forget it...... Let him continue to sleep. What time did Mr. Lord come back? Lorraine exited Dussand's bedroom with a curious Polina, and then began to ask the maid next to her, "He usually gets up early, doesn't he?" ”

"Mr. Lord...... It should have been around three o'clock in the morning before returning to the manor. The chief maid replied, "The work in the manor has been a bit out of control during this time, and there is no male or female servant guarding the door of Mr. Lord's bedroom, and I do not know exactly when Mr. Lord will return." ”

"Why are there no servants?" Lorraine asked in the tone of a hostess, "What about Mr. Butler?" Ask him to come over right away. ”

The head maid looked embarrassed, "Miss Lorraine, Mr. Boulder is on leave. ”

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All the servants throughout the estate knew that Mr. Boulder had not been in good health lately. Perhaps it was the damage caused by years of loyal and industrious work, but Mr. Boulder had recently suffered from a severe joint disease.

A family that has dedicated one hundred and seventy-five years of loyalty to the baron's family deserves to be treated and rewarded with dignity. The Baroness was very concerned about the physical condition of Mr. Butler, and at her insistence, Mr. Boulder, who wanted to continue to serve his master, had to stop his work and go to the Atami area of Newsar to begin a two-month spa life.

Everyone sympathized with Mr. Boulder's illness, but at the same time they were envious of the kind care he had received from the Lord's family. Jinghai is the most famous spa in Newsar, and its hot springs are said to have miraculous healing properties for many ailments.

In addition, the price of treatment in Jinghai Hot Spring is very high, and it is difficult for ordinary low-ranking nobles to afford two months of treatment per year.

For a time, everyone was admiring the Baroness's reward for the loyalty of the Boulder family. There is even some envy that Mr. Boulder has the privilege of serving such a merciful and generous family.

It wasn't until half past ten in the morning that Dussaint got out of his bed. He had brown hair and two huge dark circles on his eyes—he still looked very tired.

After learning that he had overslept, Dusand reluctantly wrote a letter to Lorraine and Polina to express his apologies for oversleeping and having to dove them. Then, he staggered to the dining room, ready to have lunch with his mother.

At the dinner table, Dusand saw his mother, who also looked tired and had two huge dark circles under her eyes. The two looked across the table, looking as if a pair of panda mother and son had met by chance at lunch.

Dussaint sat down in his seat and began to drink strong tea. No way, he still felt very sleepy. And Androni, who was on the other side of the table, drank a very strong color of tea, and the color of the tea soup looked quite like soy sauce soup - the feeling of old soy sauce mixed with water.

The mother and son drank strong tea against each other for a while, and then began to dismiss the other servants in the dining room. Then began the routine "work meeting".

Dussander sat down in his seat and explained to his mother the plan he had drawn up with Director Escobar, and then sighed and complained, "If the stalls are spread too big, everyone will not have enough resources to survive—I think...... It may be necessary to pick a few key areas to help, and other places with slightly better conditions should simply be left alone. ”

Dussand's expression was ugly, and he frowned and said, "But, no matter how uneven it is. The poor may be able to accept a life of cruelty. But if they knew, there were people who could get help and they had nothing of it...... I'm afraid it's going to be messy. Give up one to protect the other...... This is a necessary evil. But if this necessary evil brings more serious chaos, it is better not to do it altogether. ”

Dussander can't think of any way to resolve this contradiction. It's not a speech or a propaganda campaign that will cover up the small problems of the past.

When the result of unequal resource allocation is life, no matter how resigned to fate, the poor will be anxious.

"I never felt that there was any 'necessary evil' in this world. This is an example of this — our capacity is grossly inadequate, and the problem is too serious to solve. Madame Androni put down her glass and looked at her son with pride in her eyes, but also sadness and pity.

With her ten-year-old son in charge of the Interior Committee, Androni did not expect Dussander to play a role in "turning things around". He was supposed to just hold the badge of the Bureau of Articles, so that all the professional bureaucrats working in the Interior Committee could put away that little bit of caution in their hearts.

But under Dussand's full drive, the Interior Committee, based on an empty shelf, began to turn rapidly. The bureaucrats worked closely with Director Escobar, and had submitted to her, Speaker, a bill to protect the poor and provide them with emergency assistance.

To put it bluntly, the efficiency of a 10-year-old boy is beyond the reach of 25 "experienced" elected members of the House of Commons.

Androni is proud of her son. He was only ten years old, but full of compassion and pity for the poor who had never met. He is only ten years old, but he can use all the resources at his disposal efficiently to fight for the right to live for those ordinary people.

But at the same time, Androni is also sad and sympathetic to her son's experience.

He was too young to know that people in this world were indeed hierarchical. And now, he needs to feel pain and regret for the sake of those who are inferior – to give some people hope to live through his own judgment, and then sit back and watch others suffer.

Letting her son fall into grief and self-doubt for the sake of those poor inferior people is the last thing Androni wants to see.

As a mother whose profession is Speaker of the House of Commons, Androni decides to do something for her son after a few seconds of silence.

If we can't solve the inequality in the allocation of resources, then increase some resources as much as possible. and allocate a portion of these resources to the freedmen who have influence on the poor.

When the number of recipients of relief increases, in order to continue to receive funding, the freedmen will take the initiative against the poor who are trying to create chaos.

It's not the best solution, but it's a great way to deter people who are angry about "unfairness".

Of course, the "additional terms" of this implementation plan, Androni will not let her son know directly. Just talk to Escobar directly.

"I've seen the proposal submitted by the committee." "The House of Commons elections are not yet completely over, but it is not a big problem to get the signatures of 13 MPs for this proposal." In the afternoon I asked Mr. Morse to take care of the matter—with more than half of the members signing, the proposal should be provisionally authorized in a few days. ”

Dussand's eyes lit up, "How much can I give?" ”

"The House of Commons doesn't have a lot of money right now." Androni thought for a moment and said, "I should be able to squeeze out 100,000 gold pounds." ”

100,000 gold pounds, which in turn saved the lives of a large number of poor people. Dussaint pondered with great interest, and it was a long time before he remembered the lighted flower hall he had seen the previous night.

"Last night?" Androni put down the knife and fork in her hand, then rubbed her forehead and said, "Last night, the representative of the Royal Mining Complex talked to me about something. Instead of explaining what she had discussed with the delegate, she told Dussander directly, "Mr. Boulder will retire in two months, and his son will take his place." ”

"Just make sure it's okay to do that." Dussaint nodded, he had quickly finished his lunch, and then began to open today's letter, he said as he opened it, "I have to go to Albin this afternoon, Director Escobar should have received a coal offer." ”

"I have a suggestion for buying coal." "It's not necessarily a good strategy to ask the agents for a price, and they're more likely to band together to raise the price and divide the profits evenly than to drive down their own margins in order to get orders – now that coal is a marketable resource in Newsal, it's good that they can sell it to the Home Affairs Bureau at market prices." ”

Dussaint nodded, this is the disadvantage of buyers in a seller's market. He wondered what advice Androni would give him to avoid some of the disadvantages.

"Let's go find Miss Lorraine." "Her parents are the largest coal dealers in Newsar, and Union Mining can't mine coal directly on Colony without approval, but they're still the largest coal miners in the Empire. Let Mr. Paul and Ms. Arandina offer you a good price. ”