Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter Fifty-Four

The working years of the female textile workers in Camor are actually about the same as that of cotton farmers.

Although they were not as miserable as the first-generation workers in the British Empire were imprisoned in sweatshops, squeezed in sweatshops, and corpses coming out of living people... But their work intensity is not low, and they are not at all easier than the female workers in the textile factories of the northern Kenyan Empire.

The hard work similar to that of the female textile workers in the Kenyan Empire, but in terms of income, the wages and living standards of the female textile workers in Camer are only a fraction of the others...

The reason is the profit problem of the textile industry in Shika Principality.

The Shigar Principality is a traditional farming country, influenced by the priestly doctrine of the Goddess of Prosperity "Wealth and Contract". The citizens of the Shiqa Principality pursue a self-sufficient small peasant economy and society. Most of the citizens are more keen to accumulate wealth and engage in business activities. The aspect is quite conservative and cautious.

That is... the cotton cloth produced by the hundreds of thousands of cotton farmers in Camel, the surrounding market can't digest it...

The concept of "road infrastructure" does not exist in this world. Camer, who is in the interior, wants to sell his own products, and the expenditure on transportation can be imagined.

The gentlemen of Camel spent a lot of time gathering land and domesticating local civilians into outsourced cheap coolies that are not even temporary workers. Since the profits produced by the textile industry have to be spent on transportation costs, a considerable part of these Outsourcing cheap coolies will naturally not be merciful.

The skilled female Camorian weavers sit at home and weave day after day, earning about three hundred copper coins every month.

Given the level of national consumption in the Principality of Shigar, the money seems to be quite generous...but don’t forget that the civilians in Camor don’t have land, and the family needs to pay for food and drink.

A catty of rye bread costs three copper coins.

A thin strip of pork with skin costs ten copper coins.

A small jar of butter costs thirty copper coins.

By the way, all the shops on the streets of Carmore that can bring food in from other places have the shadows of gentlemen standing behind them...

So if you can play or the gentlemen can play, the 996 gentlemen played by the people on the earth are like children playing house. There is no such thing as overtime wages, working age, basic salary, pensions, and no need to speak hard. Advocating ideals, drinking tea and chatting, squeezed the proletariat...

In short, if a female Camorian civilian needs to feed herself plus one or two children, she must sit in front of the household textile machine rented from the Weavers’ Union for the rest of the month except for sleeping and taking time to take care of the children.

That's right... The poor hard-earned money of the weavers needs to be handed over to the weavers' union, or Yang Qiu is completely unkind to the group of union families.

Under the heavy pressure of life, these female civilians who had to start learning textiles at the age of less than ten years old, can still see things normally at the age of forty, very few of them...

Mia was given up by her family because she was able to spin and increase income for the family. The short working life was the biggest reason.

Older age means that if she marries and gives birth to a child, she can’t rely on her own labor to successfully raise her child to adulthood. Maybe she will be blind before the child becomes the next generation of cheap outsourced labor. A burden in a small family.

Men who intend to marry will inevitably require Mia’s family to pay a large amount of dowry, at least to hand over the income of Mia’s weaving years as an adult to balance her own risks; such harsh conditions for her daughter to marry, Mia It must be impossible for your family to accept...

As for her own destiny, Mia, as the client, has nothing to complain about.

When she was very young, her uncle and aunt, who were not in harmony with her family, often mocked her as a "loser who could only die at home". When she grew up to a certain aesthetic age, she also understood the bluish spots on her face. What does the block mean.

When the people from the Orito Trade Union came to the door, suggesting that their family hand over the burdens that are dragging other people out... Mia, who was weaving in her room silently, had vaguely guessed her own destiny.

She is already twenty-six years old, not a teenage girl, the tears that should be shed have long since flowed.

Mia had already cried when she had just turned eighteen, when the man begging for a kiss thought she was different from an ordinary girl and was not qualified to ask for gifts.

At the age of 23, the man who asked for a kiss acquiesced that she was not worth the wedding payment, but when she asked for a dowry, Mia did not cry.

She has no hope for her life, and of course she will not cry because of disappointment and despair.

When leaving Cammor with the Black Mage, the people with him wept secretly, but Mia was very happy instead.

Although she didn't know why, when she stepped out of the town of Carmor, where she had lived for more than 20 years, Mia did not feel confused and fearful, but seemed to be relieved.

Although the future is slim, at least after she was abandoned by her family...her life finally belongs to her.

Every meal provided by the Black Mage, every hour she stops spinning, is to her a gift from cruel destiny at the last moment.

She is willing to share this gift with others, for example, taking care of a neighbor's uncle who is not very familiar with it if she can.

With the help of Mia, he walked out of the tent and saw the situation outside... Collins's expression changed suddenly, and the chattering thanks came to an abrupt end.

Mia, who was supporting him, and the person who walked out of the tent before them, reacted similarly to Collins... the person who had clearly stood on the ground was completely shocked.

In front of the tent where they lived, dozens of people stood.

Among this group of people, there are some people Collins knows, even can be called by name—he was also lashed by these people when he was working on the plantation.

Especially for the man with a chubby body and full face, Collins felt his hands and feet tremble just seeing this man's face-Pips, the manor housekeeper of Viscount Lynn and the recognized tyrant of Carmore Plantation!

One year in the cotton picking season, Collins once saw Pipsi cut off a little boy's left hand because the little boy's father accidentally dropped a bag of cotton into the river while carrying the cotton!

——These people were obviously **** by the undead, how come they were released again?

The intense anxiety made Collins numb his scalp and sweat on his forehead...

Could it be said that the black magician thinks that the people who have served the nobles are more reliable than their rubbish?

Or... the black mage wants these cruel people who want to kill them to take care of them?

Regardless of the possibility, it is an extremely bad thing for Collins and civilians like him...!

Just as the civilians were panicking, among the private soldiers standing in a row in front of the tent, one of them seemed to be kicked in the back, staggered forward, and almost fell.

The kicked man turned his head back furiously, seeing the sudden change in the back of the person, the full-faced flesh actually forced out an extremely flattering smile: "Mr. Yang, we have called these guys out, you see ..."

Yang Qiu glanced at the goods blankly, and shook his head in disapproval. Suddenly a black vine with a thick arm appeared under his feet, and he drew towards the manor housekeeper who was full of flesh.

The private soldier Pipus, who was regarded as a powerful subordinate by Viscount Lynn, was drawn out with only a sound of "Oh".

"When I asked you to summon them, remember that you said the word'please'." Yang Qiu turned his head and looked at the other private soldiers. "Aren't you serving decent people? This is your spirit of service?"

The faces of a group of private soldiers were suddenly wonderful...in a state of entanglement that wanted to get angry and instinctively want to hand over their knees...

The civilians who were frightened and trembling due to the appearance of the private soldiers, although they didn't quite understand what was going on, they knew it was not what they thought they were, and they exhaled secretly.

Regardless of the reactions of the people present, Yang Qiu coldly looked at the manor housekeeper who had fallen into disrepair, and said: "Please also remember that your identities belong to prisoners so far. I believe the gentleman of Camel might be willing. Pay the ransom for you, but before the old man receives the money, you can only be and must be prisoners."

"Yes...Yes." Pipps struggled to get up, lowering his head to answer promise.

Yang Qiu knew that this guy didn’t want to be seen resentful if he didn’t look up, and said indifferently, “I don’t have the habit of killing prisoners, but I won’t provide them with food for nothing. If you don’t want to be restricted in your freedom, Starving to death, please learn what self-knowledge is."

Including Pipps, all the private soldiers were silent...

They knew that the black magician was not joking, because they were already hungry for two meals...

"If you understand what I say, just follow the instructions." Yang Qiu said here and paused, "Of course, you can refuse to cooperate, you can violate the law, or even take the opportunity to escape... But it is best to be smart and smart. To the extent that the old man will not discover it."

Next, Yang Qiu didn't bother to pay attention to the guys who thought they were really superior while holding the thighs of decent people, and turned to look at the civilians whose expressions had been soothed a lot: "My fellow citizens, we will split up after lunch. , The woman followed the undead to leave here for the town of exile, the man stayed. Men with female relatives can go with the women."

Although these civilians are basically old, weak, sick and disabled, Yang Qiu still plans to separate men and women in order to avoid trouble.

This arrangement caused a commotion among the civilians, but no one objected to resist... Whether the town of exile or this stronghold with nothing, they are all strangers to them, and they really don’t care where they are arranged. Life.

Mia hesitated and asked Collins in a low voice, "Uncle Carter, are you going to go with me?"

Collins has no blood relationship with her, but in the past few days, Mia has indeed treated Collins as an elder... At least Collins will express her gratitude after accepting her care, instead of taking her contribution for granted, which makes Mia. Feel like you are alive.

Collins really didn’t want to stay with that tyrant, Pepsi, even if the Black Mage’s attitude towards Pepsi was much worse than that of them, he would feel terrified and quickly said: "Then I will trouble you. , Mia."

"No trouble." Mia smiled.

Seeing that the civilians were well received, Yang Qiu asked the literate among the private soldiers to come out and register these civilians one by one by name, age and sex.

In fact, this kind of registration is the most suitable for players to do, but Yang Qiu feels that it is too early to let the "civilian NPC" enter the branding matrix...

If there is no language communication barrier, players can all be regarded as a proper source of self-propelled mobile spiritual pollution.

Under Yang Qiu’s sitting in the town, the private soldiers did not dare to do anything. They honestly registered the group of civilians, and honestly opened tents and packed their luggage for those who were going to the exile town, and then loaded them until they were vacant. On the tricycle.

During this period, players who came and went like crazy stopped curiously from time to time. After wandering around, they found that no NPC was chatting with them, and then left disappointedly...

It was almost time for the meal, and the players who "randomly" received the instant cooking task rushed over happily...

Outside the stronghold, the camp of the Holy Cleric Cavalry.

Andre returned to the camp with a few paladins, got off the horse and hurried to the tent where Lowell was monitoring.

"Those undead are cleaning up monsters!"

Seeing Lowell's supervisor in front of him, Andre couldn't wait to say: "The undead leaving the stronghold are all around the poisonous swamp not far away. I saw these undead draw monsters from the swamp to besiege!"

Rao is Lowell, who has rich experience in life, and he was shocked.

He assumed countless reasons for the undead to move in groups, but he didn't think of this one!

"Is that so? Why on earth is this?" Lowell was puzzled.

"I don't know, Rowell monitors, I can't understand it at all." Andre's face was pale and in a trance. Obviously, seeing the players' monster spawning scenes had a great impact on the Paladin. "I All I know is that the undead seem to be very keen on this. They are almost... at any cost, hunting the swamp monsters in unusual unity. Even if their companions die, they cannot stop their enthusiasm for cleaning up the monsters."

"..." Supervisor Lowell raised his hand silently and pinched his eyebrows.

Having been an **** for more than two hundred years and dealing with vicious events caused by countless undeads, Rowell has always believed that his knowledge of undead creatures is no worse than that of black magicians.

Now, Supervisor Lowell feels that he may be a little too arrogant, but in fact he doesn't understand undead...

Andre swallowed with a pale face: "It's more than that strange, monitor, these undead... will also **** monsters from each other."

Lowell's body shook again: "???"

"It's true, I saw it with my own eyes." Andre murmured as if sleepwalking, "When the group of undead I observed was besieging a corrupted manta monkey, another group of undead passed by the place, and several of them stepped forward to help. ...I thought they were going to work together to destroy that difficult, corrupted manta monkey, but I didn't expect them to fight!"

"??" Rowell's head was full of question marks.

"I simply can't understand whether they are united or not, lawful or chaotic." Andre put his head in his hands, and said with great pain, "It is clear that they can withstand the death of their companions in order to clean up the monsters, but they actually want to **** the Corrupt Bats. The monkeys fought...After the corrupted mantas fled back into the swamp, they still did not stop fighting!"

When Yang Qiu personally came over to invite these patriarchs to lunch, he mentioned that the undead would send the women among the civilians to the town of exile, and asked the patriarchs if they would like to visit the lair of the undead.

Lowell supervised and responded without hesitation.

Originally considering that the dry food he carried would only last for three days, Rowell didn’t intend to go deeper into Tarantan... Reaching out for supplies, Lowell couldn't afford to lose face.

But now Lowell can't manage that much anymore, and his curiosity about these wonderful undead has overcome the problem of face...

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