Fairy’s Box - Chapter 920

The Gaul province, which has the first human resources of the empire and the second industrial base, its capital, Paris, is undoubtedly prosperous, with its unique beauty and style.

The waves of the Seine, all the light and shadow on the river, are shaken into gold and gems by it, shining in a dream full of wealth and romance.

In densely populated streets, buskers wearing white gloves and dresses and playing the organ can be seen everywhere. When the light piano sounded, the grace that precipitated in the notes would follow the busy streets to all parts of the city, adding interest and vitality to Paris’ life.

The clean window of the fashion store is full of dazzling clothes, and the rich and famous spend a lot of money there. The layout is comparable to that of a small castle restaurant. Elegant and fashionable men and women clink glasses frequently. The soft and flickering lights reflect the pure red wine in the wine glasses, and jazz music wafts in the space.

“…”

Yale was wearing a black trench coat, with his hands in his pockets, wandering the streets with nothing to do, crossing the high-arched ramp, admiring the scenery on the Seine from a height.

For many people, this place represents romance, fashion, and intoxication, but in his view, this is just a rotten and rigid metropolis. Homeless, thieves, hooligans and robbers robbing in broad daylight are everywhere, and hopeless slums are growing in number in the cracks of bustling urban areas.

The black-haired knight walked down the ramp along the gentle **** and entered a shopping street. As soon as a carriage stopped beside him, many barefooted children swarmed up, scrambling to clean the car for the owner. Not a single decent piece of clothing.

Yale knew that if he intercepted one of the children and asked them about their homes, they would look at him with pure and timid eyes – telling him that they were all children of landless farmers or workers.

The emperor’s new policy allowed land annexation, squeezed out the surplus agricultural population, turned it into cheap labor, forced them to enter the cities, and sold their labor cheaply in factories. In this way of reducing labor costs, the process of industrialization has been promoted, resulting in the unprecedented prosperity of the city today.

“…”

The black-haired knight stopped and stood in the background of the busy traffic, looking at the children who were forced to go to the street to make money to support their families at a young age, his eyes were full of gloom.

“Go away, you pariahs!”

The middle-aged gentleman with a pot belly waved his cane, driving away these children like the plague. Noticing that the well-dressed Yale was standing beside him, he gently took off his hat and gave him a salute, then walked away quickly.

The black-haired knight can see from his clothes and behavior that this person is just an ordinary middle class in the city, but he is so high up in the face of children from other places. There is only one reason-their parents are not from the city, and the poor can’t afford it. Starting a property, unable to settle in Paris.

This chain of contempt is new, because the original farmers stayed in the countryside and owned land, rooted in the countryside, self-sufficient, and at most were despised by big farmers and petty aristocrats. There are very few people who go to the city to seek a living, and the salary is not as low as it is now. With a little effort, you can indeed buy a house and settle down and live a middle-class life.

Now that farmers have no land and no skills other than farming, they have no other place to go to the city than to become cheap labor. The places where they live together have also turned into slums, and they have gradually become a group despised by urbanites.

“How much do you really think you are more valuable than them when the skills you depend on for a living are worthless?”

Yale wanted to question each other like this, but he didn’t put it into practice, because he knew very well that this was determined by the way of distribution of wealth. Even if he killed all the people in the city, the chain of contempt would still exist.

He is a vested interest in this country, an immortal knight of the end, a territorial official who is unattainable in the eyes of commoners, a promising marquis, and an important minister trusted by Emperor Romulus.

Possessing power comparable to a god, he should be the one who divides the cake from the top, or in other words, he is one of the rule-makers.

But now, seeing these poor people being repeatedly ravaged by demons, factory owners, emperors, and even the entire upper class, Yale couldn’t be indifferent – he felt pity for ‘cake’.

Sacrificing the interests of all workers and peasants in the entire empire, accelerating land annexation, concentrating wealth, and accelerating the process of industrialization, is this really what a benevolent ruler should do?

Does the so-called industrialization have to sacrifice the poorest people and have to rely on the power of capital?

The black-haired knight found himself in a predicament, walking aimlessly through the crowd. Behind him, the soft and brocade clouds were gradually eroded by the increasingly bright sunset, and a golden red light spread across the western sky. on.

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From dawn to dusk, Paris is always full of noise and energy.

“Capitalists come to the world, from head to toe, every pore drips with blood and dirty things! It is the nature of capitalists to drain every drop of blood and sweat from workers, it is the inevitable result of profit-seeking, and it is a reflection of the **** nature of capital!”

“Workers should unite and speak out bravely!”

“Yes, we have to have our own organization and safeguard our own rights and interests!”

Yale strolled along the neat sidewalks, roamed the crowded streets, and from time to time where the factories gathered, an angry orator in an old uniform would speak to a group of angry workers.

The Gallic government was not ignorant of this kind of thing. They knew the mood of the workers, but they didn’t care, or completely scoffed at it.

In front of the overwhelmingly powerful knight class, what this group of mortals can do, the so-called armed, revolution, uprising, in the face of almost god-like power, are all vulnerable jokes. The gentlemen of the knights have lived so well, and they will not follow a group of muddy legs to rebel against the emperor.

What should they do to gain their rights?

Yale is also thinking about this question.

“Violence, uprisings, revolutions don’t work in this world, some people are born with power, some people are mortal all their lives! If one of us becomes a knight, then I can conclude that even if he helps us overthrow the emperor, he will only become Another emperor, this is due to class!

Therefore, unless everyone has no power, and the national strength can be determined by relying on industry, do not wishful thinking about the so-called armed revolution! “

A loud speech attracted the attention of the black-haired knight, completely in line with his inner thoughts. Under the trend of curiosity, Yale walked in the direction of the sound.

Surrounded by a group of tired-looking workers, a blond young man in a white shirt and brown trousers, holding a thick cyan cover book, calmly expressed his ideas.

“In such a world, we cannot arm the revolution, but we can replace it! The combination of workers and peasants, combined with the power of mages, can produce all the materials a country needs. Why should the capitalists profit from it?

His Majesty the Emperor, and the entire upper class with power, would not like a group that gnaws at their own interests.

We have to prove that the proletariat is better than the bourgeoisie, the productivity is stronger, the workers and peasants can manage their own farms and run their own factories! “

As long as the proletariat proves that its productive forces are strong enough, the empire will throw away the bourgeoisie like a rag! We poor people will get the same social status as those factory owners now, and that’s all! “

The young people’s speeches were too calm, so they were not provocative, and it was difficult for the workers to hear them even if they were listening. And his conception was even more unrealistic than armed riots, so these people listened and dispersed, treating each other as a madman full of fallacies.