The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 74 Backfires
"I heard from Mrs. Madeleine at the fish market that they kicked out tens of thousands of soldiers. Her nephew was one of them. She just came back by train last week and has not yet found a job. Many of those people did not get They didn’t get anything until the full salary. The army only issued IOUs to them, saying that they were asked to ask the local government to get paid. Many soldiers have served too long, their homes are gone, and there is no job here. Give it to them, and now that the money is gone, hang out with those paupers."

"They are poor people, and I have never heard of any soldier who can save money." The cooks shook their heads disdainfully, and moved to cooperate with the dishes.

Joe Marney was embarrassed to hear it, and he felt that these people were talking about himself.

After loading the dishes, one of the cooks put down the bucket, closed the lid, and turned to look at the groom: "That's not right. We only have a few soldiers in Sasha City, and they all returned?"

"Who knows, but some foreigners also came with them."

"Mensis? Merenti? Or Tallinn?"

The groom turned his head and scooped up a piece of meat from the pot he was in charge of, trying it raw or cooked, and said vaguely, "It's those people from the colony, such as Luo Lun and Edom."

Leaning on the stove, the chefs proudly pronounced the verdict: "Are they also counted as a country? I have never heard of them being civilized."

"Forget it, the announcement issued by Her Majesty the Queen also refers to them as so-and-so citizens."

The groom and the cook quarreled over whether a colonial country counts as a country or not, expressing their opinions, much like the ancient scholars who were willing to defend the truth to the death.

Joe Mani was not in the mood to listen to their quarrel for fun. The disarmament of the kingdom made him think more.

He also came back after serving as a soldier, but the situation is different from when he left the army—of course it’s not about soldiers not getting paid, this kind of thing is still very common, it was like this during the Loren war, lieutenant And above to get all the money.

The really important problem is that the season is not right.

Disarmament in October, counting the distance and rest and injuries, these retired soldiers will probably not be able to recover until November.

In winter, there is nothing to do in many places.

Even farmers seldom go to the fields in winter, but go to work as part-time workers.The soldiers now have nothing to do if they want to disarm and return to the fields, but the extra mouths are real.

Soldiers who apply for discharge independently can't find a job after leaving the army. After all, they are a minority, and most soldiers who apply for discharge voluntarily have already figured out how to make a living.

And if it is disarmament in batches, the army will usually send these soldiers away in spring or autumn. This is a good time for sowing or harvesting crops. Both food and cash crops are in urgent need of human help, and the soldiers returning to their hometowns are also just looking for jobs. , Think of a way to save some money.

It's different now.

A group of poor people with military literacy and mental illness are sent off in the winter, and anyone with a brain knows what to expect.

Sasha City is a handicraft city, even retaining many relatively primitive occupations.

This unique environment relies on the surrounding land being suitable for planting, and there is almost no cost to transport food from the countryside to this place, so that this kind of "leisure" and "retro" can be maintained.

People who are in urgent need of work and have no skills can’t survive here, and the Dorne Kingdom only recruits soldiers among young people. redundant existence.

With such people paired with foreign laborers from the colonies who would rather accept low wages than get jobs, Joe couldn't imagine how much the security level in his hometown would drop in the future.

Misfortune is contagious.

Even if those soldiers were fellow countrymen with him, he would not trust them.

"Are the heads of the military chiefs moldy?" Joe cursed in a low voice. He didn't want Sasha City to become like other big cities, with hundreds of people lining up in front of each workhouse, and organizing corpse collection teams in winter. Frozen zombies.

During the military parade in Wangcheng many years ago, the tragedy of Yaxin East District had been engraved in his mind.

Money has created a hell in the capital of the richest country on the continent.

squeak--

Seeing the person pushing the door, the grooms and cooks immediately fell silent.

Joe Marney stopped moving the hand holding the spatula. He looked up and saw Father Petty standing there.

The priest's blond hair gleamed, and his blue eyes were intense, and he glanced first over the pots and pans before looking at people.

"How long is breakfast today?"

The person in charge of the kitchen patted his chest and assured: "Dear priest, we have brought the cooking time as early as possible today, and it will be delivered to the restaurant in less than 10 minutes."

Stew with bread was breakfast in the workhouse.

"This is good."

Peti nodded in satisfaction, but seeing the groom raising his hand timidly, he asked him to speak.

"Father Petit, we may not have enough money," said the groom sadly. "Recently, more and more people are being helped. Although the room is still sufficient, the consumption of food far exceeds that of last month. If we cannot reduce the quality or quantity of ingredients, we will spend our budget in the middle of the month."

"Is that so?" Pete looked at Joe. He didn't pay much attention to the visitors of the workhouse, so Joe would do the accounting.

Joe Mani reported the data he knew: "It is indeed the case. Although we purchase materials at wholesale prices, the number of people waiting in line at the door for relief has doubled recently, and wholesale prices are not good enough. St. The poor in Talos diocese also came a lot because of the proximity. Last month, a gentleman donated 300 pounds, but the dean was taken away by the military before he could tell us how to withdraw the money.”

The priest still smiled, but kept touching the cross necklace.

The staff looked at the priest, waiting for his decision.

Petit didn't answer directly, but asked another question: "Has the number of orphans accepted by the training center increased?"

"No." Joe replied.

Now those who come to Sasha City are all adults, and their age determines that they enter the workhouse instead of the workhouse, although the effect of the two institutions is not bad.

"Then you find a way to settle the score and reduce the meal fee of the workhouse here." The priest instructed: "As for where the dean hides the savings, I will ask."

The fatter and older cook among the cooks was dissatisfied with this decision, and his eyes widened: "Father, shouldn't we lower the meal fee in the training hall first? There's no need for those lazy brats to eat so much." A lot, and it would cost a lot more to send them to a foster family."

After all, he is the person in charge here, and he still knows the amount of food.

Because the workshop also came here to eat, he calculated the consumption of those children.

For a period of time, many children were lost in the training center, but the amount of food consumed increased.He thought that the director of the training center was playing tricks to increase his income, but he couldn't figure out what benefits could be exchanged for the prepared food in this closed institution.

After much deliberation, it can only be explained that the children really ate the food.

Those consumption is fast catching up with adults.

There's no question that cutting down on meal bills starts there.

Petit didn't intend to continue the discussion.

"Give children more food, they will be useful in the future, at this age, they deserve more mercy." He said. "Cooperate well and bring the dishes to the restaurant for distribution as soon as possible. You should also pay attention to the cleanliness of the kitchen and don't spit here."

The fat cook secretly stepped on the spot where he had just spit to cover up.

"Pay attention to the integrity of the walls, and don't let mice dig holes in."

"We are all watching, there must be no such thing." The fat chef assured.

As soon as he finished speaking, a black mouse swaggered across the ground and stood at the feet of Father Petit.

The air freezes.

(End of this chapter)