I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 116 Slums

"People's hearts." Arthur murmured softly, "When the Spanish Empire bombed Sacilla, you told me that people's hearts are very complicated things."

"You have been in Fairyland for three years, and you have learned a lot, whether it is magic or swordsmanship, you have been greatly improved.

However, the beings you encounter are either elves or dwarves.

There may be some treacherous and cunning people among them, but in terms of the complexity of their hearts, they are actually inferior to human beings. "

Shaar closed the book in his hand, placed it on the desk, and continued.

"In the next period of time, you can go to the world for a while, to see the people there, to see their joy and sorrow, suffering and joy.

You can go to the front line and help those who suffer from the war, but you need to use your power carefully, and it is best not to be seen. "

Arthur nodded.

"I just have some time." Xia Ya said, "Today, I will take you to a place."

"Where are you going?" Arthur asked.

"You'll know when the time comes."

Xia turned his head and glanced at Alicia.

"I'll take him out for a while."

Alicia nodded, "Come back early."

Shaar led Arthur out of the library, walked upstairs along the white stone spiral staircase, and opened the door to the imperial capital.

Compared with three years ago, the smell of kerosene in the imperial capital was stronger, and the sky was gloomy, as if covered with a greasy curtain.

In order to cope with the war, the imperial capital has added many military factories, and the furnaces used to calcine steel are running at full capacity, unscrupulously spewing soot into the sky, and the environment here will only get worse and worse in the future.

Therefore, Xia and Alicia haven't been to the imperial capital for a long time.

Without staying too much at the door, Shaar took Arthur to stop a carriage and headed to the east of the imperial capital.

It was a place that Arthur had never been to. There was no commercial street, it was very close to factories, the pollution was serious, and there were some sloppy and low-quality people gathered there.

In the West End, people usually like to call this place - the slums.

The streets are full of new residents of different nationalities, short in stature, miserable in appearance, or drunk. Many alcoholics just lie on the street without any scruples, and the people around them seem to be used to it.

They passed several miles of brick walls, which were dirty everywhere, with hard-to-clean kerosene and all kinds of indescribable stains everywhere.

The streets and alleys are full of drunk men and women, and the sound of cursing, quarreling, and the nonsense of those drunkards spreads to every corner.

There are many old people in the market, regardless of gender, rummaging through the garbage full of sludge for rotten potatoes and vegetables.

Children surrounded the fruit stand like flies. When the owner of the fruit stand threw away the edible but partially rotten apples, these children picked them up and devoured them on the spot.

Arthur didn't see the rest of the carriage the whole time, and judging from the way the children ran behind and beside it, it seemed that he was riding in a ghost carriage from a better world.

There are only solid brick walls in front of you, the streets are muddy, and the street scene is breathtaking.

For the first time in his life Arthur was afraid of the crowd around him.

Everything he was afraid of in front of him was like the sea, waves of tragedies in the world.

The stench almost engulfed them like waves upon waves.

There was unspeakable shock in Arthur's eyes, "Teacher, why are they like this?"

"Why do you think they did this?" Xia asked quietly, "Is it because of my laziness, or because of gambling and drugs, and ruined my family property and body?"

"Although I don't know very well." Arthur murmured softly, "But I think it's not that simple."

"Presumably, you should have noticed it too." Xia Ya said, "Most of the people here are from the countryside.

They cannot maintain their own lives through farming, so they can only come to big cities to work hard.

In fact, in recent years, more and more people have come here.

But the sad thing is that there are not so many factories in the imperial capital, so there is a situation where there are too many monks and too little food.

In order to be able to compete with others, some people can only get jobs by lowering their wages. As a result, many more people lose their jobs because of this. Without a source of income, they naturally begin to degenerate and enter a miserable life. "

"How could this be?" Arthur frowned.

"Who do you think is at fault for this kind of thing?" Xia Ya's eyes flickered.

"The one who lowered their wages?" Arthur said tentatively.

"why?"

"Because the people whose jobs have been robbed by them have to support themselves, their wives and children. It is too immoral to use this method to take other people's jobs."

"So, those who lowered their wages, don't they have no wives and children?" Xia Ya asked again.

Arthur fell silent.

"There are so few jobs," Char said. "There are always people who want to get jobs and people who want to lose their jobs. The one who loses his job can't support his family. That's the reality. You can't say whether it's right or wrong."

After a pause, Xia continued, "Now, who do you think is wrong?"

"Those factory owners," said Arthur, "they've got the best deal, and they've made all the money."

"Yes." Xia murmured softly, "Do you know, Arthur, 80.00% of the wealth in the entire city is created by these workers.

They do the most tiring work, but receive the thinnest wages, struggling on the verge of life and death every day. "

Arthur thought for a while, "Perhaps, the government can issue some laws and set a minimum wage requirement. Once these factory owners violate it, they will be punished."

Shaar's eyelids were closed, and he didn't comment too much, but continued, "Those who got jobs are actually not very easy, the salary is only enough for them to live, and they can't save much money.

And once something happens, for example, there are more family members in the family, or the main labor force is sick, then they will inevitably need to reduce the quality of life to survive.

Therefore, they must also need to rent a cheaper house, which is here.

If they are lucky enough to work out without any ailments, they will eventually grow old too.

And getting old means a decrease in efficiency, and factory owners will choose more robust workers to replace him.

They also end up in slums. "

Maybe you will say: They have children. "

Shaar pointed to the gloomy sky, "You have stayed in Fairyland, how does the air there compare to the air here?"

Arthur seemed to have thought of something, and said in a low voice, "The air here is very smelly, and it makes people feel like they can't breathe."

"In the future, the environment here will only get worse and worse. The air contains solid sediments discharged from factories, as well as various toxic substances from coal ash and tar.

There is also dust from all kinds of steel, stone, clay, fluff and fibers.

These things are very harmful to the health of the body.

The workers who work here continue to inhale various chemicals into their bodies when they breathe every day, and getting sick is almost inevitable.

And the children who grow up here will have little stature and vitality, weak knees, small chests, listless, and they will have to compete with the huge invading population from the country, and they will be defeated in the end. "

After a pause, he continued.

"There is another more critical issue. You should know that the environment in which a child grows is crucial.

Any kid who grows up in a place full of foul language, quarrels, fights, whores, drunks, will fall into the same decadence. "

Arthur looked at all this in a daze, "Why did this country become like this?"

"It's about finding the source." Shaar continued, "Why, these people would abandon their fields and come to their imperial capital to find jobs."

"Because of the factory?" Arthur said.

"Almost." Xia Ya said, "The products produced by pure manual workshops are naturally inferior to low-cost, high-quality, high-quality and cheap industrial products.

Of course, the most critical issue is that most of the country's fields are in the hands of those nobles.

If farmers want to grow more crops, they have to lease land from these nobles and pay them a certain percentage of rent. The rent is so high that they can barely guarantee their living.

However, farming is a very fragile way of life, subject to various effects of natural disasters and wars.

It is a good thing that the peasants have not encountered this kind of thing. Once they encounter it, it is difficult to survive, and the rest of the handicrafts that can give them income have been impacted by industry.

Some farmers who already have farmland may choose to sell their farmland to those nobles in order to survive.

This creates a vicious circle, with the nobles getting more and more farmland and the peasants getting less and less. "

Shaar looked at Arthur, "Arthur, did you know that one-third of Britannia is controlled by five hundred nobles.

In addition to them, the officials, servants, and all other luxurious and powerful people under the emperor's command in the past squandered money equivalent to 30.00% of the amount earned by hard labor in the whole country II.

What a staggering number.

The rulers lived in aristocratic areas with relatively clean air and a comfortable environment.

They can enjoy the wealth created for them by the workers at the bottom without paying anything, and suck their blood.

They drank fine wine, stood on a high platform, overlooked those who lived in the slums, and laughed at their depravity.

Occasionally, in order to satisfy their own hypocrisy, they give a little of the wealth they created to them, and they have to be grateful. "

Arthur's complexion was a little pale, and a bloody world unfolded in front of his eyes as Shaar told
(End of this chapter)