Father Mavie

Chapter 218 Distributing Bread (Please Subscribe!!!)
"Hey! Raise it up there!"

"There is not much wood! Bring me another log!"

"Nails! There are no nails here!"

In the early morning, Ma Wei was woken up by the sound of hammers. Wrapped in a blanket, he opened the window and saw the busy workers on the street.

They got up early in the morning to work, they were very motivated, and worked hard to build the wooden shed. Many people were working spontaneously, and the streets were bustling and lively.

"father!"

Junia was also woken up, she ran into the bedroom with Xiao Hei and Xiao Hei who was sitting on Xiao Hei's back, holding the bear doll in her hand, and said excitedly: "It's so lively down here, let's go out and play !"

Ma Wei readily agreed to his daughter's request. After washing up, he changed his clothes and went downstairs with Junia. The refugees kept greeting him, and the depression and haze of the previous few days seemed to be swept away. up.

This is not surprising at all. The news of the victory of the Romanov Kingdom's counter-offensive has long spread. The refugees all think that they will be able to return to their hometown soon. Why are they unhappy?

As long as they can get through this cold winter safely, the situation will definitely get better, they thought.

"Father! Good morning!"

"Father!"

"Father!"

Not only did the news of the victory of the war spread, the fact that the Church of Truth accepted refugees and built wooden sheds also spread. In addition, Ma Wei and Katerina appeared at the gate of the Academy of Sciences yesterday morning. The refugees near the Namensky Cathedral are all very grateful to Mavi.

They all knew in their hearts that the Truth Church could completely ignore them.

Responding to the warm greetings, Ma Wei took Junia through the street. At the end of the street was a disaster relief shelter set up by the government. Every morning, a bowl of oatmeal was distributed and half a pound of brown bread was distributed at night. Their purpose was very Simple, as long as you don't starve to death.

The landlord's house has no surplus food!
This may be the agreement reached between the God of Wisdom and the nobles. Ma Wei walked to the disaster relief shed and looked at the oatmeal boiled in the pot. This thing is different from the "healthy green" in his cognition, but " A synonym for cheap and unpalatable', the status is only one level higher than the bran eaten by cattle, only the poor will drink oatmeal, and the rich will always enjoy white bread.

Having said that, Mavi is already very pleased with this, at least the nobles are willing to distribute food to the refugees they call 'gray cattle', which was impossible before!

More than an hour later, the disaster relief shed distributed the last bowl of porridge. The priest of the God of Wisdom and several staff packed up the pots and ladles and left. Ma Wei took out his pocket watch to check the time, nodded and said, "It's almost there."

"What's the matter?" Junia asked curiously.

"It's almost time for the Church of Truth to distribute bread." Ma Wei said: "Drinking a bowl of oatmeal in the morning can really relieve hunger, but the oatmeal is quickly digested. When people feel hungry again, What would happen if someone handed them bread?"

"They will be grateful meow!" cried Xiao Hei, who was squatting on Ma Wei's shoulders: "And what we distribute is a whole pound of bread, no matter the type of food or the weight, it is far better than the oatmeal distributed by the government. Think Truth Church is more generous and grateful!"

"Yes."

Looking at the tented carriages approaching from a distance, Ma Wei nodded: "The same piece of bread is often more effective when others need it."

Christopher drove a tented carriage and stopped at the oatmeal distribution area, and lifted the thick oilcloth, revealing the brown bread that had been cut and weighed under the oilcloth.

The rich aroma of wheat wafted in the wind, which immediately caught the attention of the refugees. Christopher called several workers to unload the bread from the car and pile it up to a convenient location, then picked up a simple loudspeaker made of iron, Shouted loudly: "The Church of Truth has distributed bread! Workers can choose a salary of 50 kopecks or a pound of bread with their number plates! Priority supply!"

The busy workers temporarily stopped their work, holding wooden number plates, proudly lined up under the envious gaze of others, and began to receive bread.

The vast majority of people chose to receive bread instead of the 50-kopeck salary. The reason is simple. Now the price of bread in Tyumen City is 60 kopecks a pound, and you can’t buy a pound of bread with a 50-kopeck salary.
Coins can't fill you up, they need energy.

Bread is now the hard currency.

"Dad, Dad, we have made so much bread, the workers can't finish it, and sooner or later they have to distribute it to other refugees. In this case, won't the workers feel lazy? After all, workers can get bread whether they work or not. "

"It's different." Ma Wei smiled: "Some people may accept other people's gifts with peace of mind, but most people still have self-esteem. The reason why we give priority to workers is to promote the virtue of labor glory. Let everyone see that workers who have worked hard can enjoy preferential policies, which will invisibly increase the psychological pressure of others and subtly change their thinking mode of action."

"Ah" Junia looked at him blankly: "Is this okay?"

Ma Wei knelt down and said to her daughter in a serious tone: "Happiness must be won by oneself. The truth is not to use the fruits of other people's labor to support the lazy unconditionally. You will get as much reward as you put in. Fairness and justice are the truth." .”

"Then why do we still distribute bread to refugees who don't work?"

"Because it is a special period right now, different methods must be used in special periods, and various factors must be considered, such as illness, pregnancy, etc. Non-working people refer to those who are capable but lazy, not those who cannot work. Understand ?"

"Understood!" Junia nodded heavily: "Can I also distribute the bread? Mr. Christopher and the others seem to be a bit overwhelmed."

"Of course, let's go."

Junia ran behind Christopher and said her thoughts. Christopher glanced at Ma Wei in surprise, then smiled, and personally picked up a few pounds of bread and handed it to Junia, letting her distribute it independently.

"Master, you seem to have been teaching the goddess what truth is." Xiao Hei on the shoulder looked at Junia's busy back and said suddenly: "She is the goddess of truth, doesn't she understand what truth is?"

"That's what worries me the most."

Ma Wei sighed: "Even though Junia is the goddess of truth, she still doesn't seem to have found her own path. The incident with the goddess of happiness Selina a few days ago gave me this idea, maybe."

"Eunia has not yet become the true Goddess of Truth."

(End of this chapter)