Beautiful Another World Red Tide

farmers?If the progressive class of workers is suffering inhuman blows, let alone the plight of the peasants.The more years of war, the more suffering they have to endure, and the more unscrupulous the landlords.Normally, if you do a bad thing, you have to be afraid of your own actions, but by this time, you have completely dared to do it casually.

Old Bernard sighed again, the establishment of the new republic brought him only endless suffering and pain.Lao Yuan's control over public opinion is extremely strict, forbidding anyone to criticize the good or bad of the Republic.The light ones are fined, and the heavy ones even have to be thrown into prison to suffer torture.This move made the literati magicians above and the common people below very silent.No one wants to be labeled as criticizing the country and thrown into prison.

The crime of being suspected of collaborating with farmers and bandits is more serious than criticizing the Republic. If anyone is suspected of collaborating with farmers and bandits, they will inevitably be ruined by those bastard army jocks.Bernard still remembered that the day before yesterday his neighbor was suspected of colluding with the peasant bandits, and the soldiers directly set fire to the house.Which poor family, who worked diligently in business during the times, just sympathized with those workers, unexpectedly ended up like this!

The man was thrown into prison, the wife hanged herself unbearably humiliated, and the two children were taken as slaves by the nobles.Thinking of this, Bernard smiled subconsciously again, he should have ended up like this in the first place.After all, he had a relationship with that group of people before, and even took care of the child for that person.Bernard can say with certainty that if the old jazz hadn't come back with those nobles and found a big jazz to guarantee him.Coupled with the fact that I spent all my money to bribe the soldiers, I am afraid that my family will be ruined long ago.

As early as when Sun Boyang and others left Wangcheng, those soldiers started to make things difficult for Bernard.The intensified tax collection is said to be anti-agricultural tax, and it is said to be a certificate tax.Sometimes donate money.All kinds of ingenious projects are going to take all of Bernard's property to pieces.Later, these people didn't even pretend to be pretending at all, and simply robbed all of Bernard's family wealth, and directly robbed Bernard of his last bit of capital.

Go to the old sir again?People are also hard to protect themselves.Although it was said that he helped him find a relationship and kept him, it was only done on the basis of his paying for it.The current old jazz not only received no treatment after he came back, but also became even more degraded.In the republic, the jazz has no nobles.Those nobles who left early with their wealth should naturally eat and drink when they come back, but nobles like the old jazz whose wealth has been collected long ago have no possibility of making a comeback.

"I even saw the old jazz carrying a load to buy vegetables on the street yesterday." Bernard grinned wryly, not knowing how to comment on this new world.

It is said that everyone has stood up, is free, and is democratic.But I didn't see a place where everyone really stood up.It is said that the nobles are welcome to the republic, but the nobles also died of drought and waterlogging.

Bernard looked up again at his roast duck restaurant. The roast duck restaurant he managed with painstaking efforts had already shown a dilapidated appearance.He had no money to renovate, nor to buy new tables and chairs.Now that the soldiers are in chaos, they can barely earn a few small money, which is enough to pay taxes, and enough to use in the store, and what is left for themselves is enough money for food and clothing.

"I've worked so hard for my whole life, how can I go back as I live?" Bernard sighed again, unable to figure it out.

197 Poverty and Misery

The store is sparse, only a few waiters are listlessly cleaning.In the winter season, everyone should come to eat ducks, but now the store is extremely deserted.Except for a few regular customers who were still in the mood to have a meal, the store looked as if it hadn't opened yet, and it looked like it was about to be labeled as "poorly managed" and was about to close down.

The old Bernard recalled the changes in the past two years, and he was very emotional. The nobles were driven away and replaced by the bourgeoisie as officials, and then saw that the bourgeoisie cooperated with the nobles again, and some kind of republic was about to be established.So what's the point of calling like this?Wouldn't it be all right if you already reunited?Why spoil us common people?

"Old shopkeeper, don't be sad. Didn't there still be a table of old customers ordering a table of good food today? This is a rare deal." The boss came to comfort Bernardo.

"That's enough, it's enough." Bernard looked at the sun outside the window, sighed again and said.

"I'm thinking, I might as well stop doing this business in the future, or open a hotel. Rent out the back of the hall as a hotel, and use the lobby as a place for drinking tea." Bernard said again.

"Don't you, if you're like this, we'll have to find another one." Tangtou was also very helpless, these days, they were waiters.If you don't do this line of work, you can only be a coolie.

"There's no other way. The taxes we pay throughout the year are bigger than our daily expenses. We earn four cents, and three must be handed over to build the Republic." Bernard said with a wry smile again.

There was a heavy knock on the door, and Tangtou was overjoyed, and immediately ran to open the door.Unfortunately, the visitors were not the so-called distinguished guests at that table, but a group of very familiar faces, Junji.

"This..." Tangtou was a little confused.

"Go away, where is your shopkeeper? Ask him to come to see me!" The leader of the army jerk pushed away the hall very arrogantly, and sat on the bench with a big grin and said.

"Master, Master. Why are you here?" Bernard could only walk over with a calm face and pour tea for this bastard with a smile, while flattering him.

"Of course I have something to do when I come to you. I have nothing to do. I have nothing to do and come to your shabby shop?" Junji said very disdainfully.

"Broken shop... When the old jazz was here before, it's your turn to come here to tell me what to do!"

Although Bernard really wanted to scold the army jerk like this, in reality he could only pour tea in a swallowed manner, kept laughing dryly and dared not say anything harsh.

"I said, you also know that the Republic was first established recently, and a lot of waste is waiting to be rebuilt. It depends on the support of you businessmen." Junji said slowly while drinking tea.

"What do you mean?" Bernard asked knowingly and pretending not to understand.

"Recently, the Republic is going to hold the All-Yong Dalim Conference, so a sum of money will be collected from the conference to support the development of the conference. Then I see the flag at your door, isn't it right?" Junj asked slowly, crossing his legs road.

"This...this flag, why is it wrong? Isn't it the flag of the Republic?"

Bernard's heart skipped a beat, he wanted something bad, and these bastards were probably going to blackmail again.

"Go and pick it off for him." The leader of the army j said to the younger brother beside him.

The little boy walked to the door, grabbed a bench, stepped on it, and took it off roughly, even tearing the flag to pieces.Seeing these people ruining his flag, Old Bernard cursed and resented inwardly.How can you be so shameless?Did we rarely offend them?Am I not paying taxes and doing business sincerely?Why do you have to embarrass me like this?

Bernard's appearance was complete and old, with wrinkles on his forehead and a gray beard.He was only in his 40s, but now he looks like an old man in his 50s.Only the more black hair on his head can prove that he is not that old.

"Look for yourself, is it our flag of the Republic?" Junji took the flag and spread it out and asked.

"One side is blue, the other side is orange, with a white star embroidered in the middle, isn't it?" Bernard asked fearfully, lowering his head.

"This orange is not right, the orange on our flag should be darker, do you understand?" Junji said with a wicked smile.

"Yes, but there is no such orange pigment on the market at all!" Bernard said in surprise.

"So, you can just buy this from me. I won't ask you for more, it's still two big copper coins, and there will be no other troubles in the future." Junji spread the flag in his younger brother's hand and showed it to Bernard.After seeing the flag, Bernard couldn't help it, he sighed and found a bench and sat down.

He couldn't help it anymore. Although the flag he bought was not very good, it was still well-made on the market.It cost him eight copper coins to buy it.Look at the pair in the hands of the army jerk again. It is rough and tattered, and it looks like a low-quality factory. No, it should be a product of a workshop.It is estimated that if the cost and price are added up, there will not be three broken copper coins.

"What do you mean by sighing?" Junji asked dissatisfied.

"I told you, don't be angry." Bernard said while sitting on the bench with his head down.

"The orange on your flag is not right. It's much lighter than the one on my flag..."

"Old man, what nonsense are you talking about!" The army chief became furious, stood up and grabbed Bernard's collar, and slapped him in the face.The slaps were so hard and heavy that Bernard fell to the ground with blood dripping from his eyes and lips.Seeing this scene, Tangtou hurriedly supported Bernard, bent his hands together hard, and begged the chief of the army j.

"My lord! My lord! Don't be angry, my shopkeeper is not sensible, I'll get you the money right away! Your lord has a lot, so don't argue with him."

The waiter hurriedly ran behind the counter to get the money, he took out four copper coins from it and put the rest of the money back, intending to take these four big copper coins to send the soldiers away.Where are these soldiers so easy to deal with?An army jerk walked over with a knife in hand, kicked the head of the hall forcefully, took out all the money in the cabinet, and handed it to the army jerk leader like a treasure.

"That's the money to buy ducks this month..." Bernard fell to the ground and begged.

"Damn you! You old bastard, you used to hook up with the nobles, and later hooked up with the peasant bandits. It's good if you didn't get shot. How dare you find an excuse not to pay taxes!?" , Tangtou hurriedly ran up and squatted on the ground begging the military jerk for mercy.Only then did the military jerk snort coldly with the money, and stopped beating Bernard any more.

"Bernard, let me tell you! Your backing has collapsed! The old knight can only sell vegetables on the street! Don't expect anyone to protect you. Your charges of colluding with peasant bandits are not a trivial matter. But he's going to be shot and beheaded!" the leader of the Army J threatened.

"The money will be treated as this month's tax. If you pay such a tax at the end of the month, it will be treated as next month's tax! Pay it in advance!"

The soldiers walked out triumphantly, and a few small soldiers who were still vicious wanted to get some benefits.They simply picked up the bench, picked up the teapot, picked up the tablecloth on the table, and walked out with these things in their hands.

When they walked away, Tang Tou watched those soldiers go away through the crack of the door, and Bernard couldn't help crying. He was wailing, hoarsely suffering, and angrily cursing the injustice of the world.

"What kind of world is this!" Bernard sat on the ground and cried loudly, beating the ground helplessly.It is said that men do not flick their tears lightly, if it is not really unbearable, who would cry on the ground pitifully like this?

Not only this one, but the heavy taxation and unscrupulous corruption spread all over the big provinces.I don't know how many businessmen like Bernard have fallen into such despair because of the cruel and merciless suppression.

"Democracy is only the democracy provided to dignitaries." This is Lao Yuan's view on democracy.

"Democracy is a democracy that is equally available to everyone, whether a farmer, or a worker, or a soldier, or a businessman, and everything in between."

This is Mikochi's view of democracy.

Baovka Laevsky is sweating profusely at the work at hand. He is only 12 years old this year, and he is doing such a difficult job for his family's livelihood, burning the boiler.

He has to work tirelessly, throwing shovel after shovel of coal into the coal stove.The coal stove will boil water, and the steam from the water will drive the machine on the second floor to run. The steam machine on the second floor will use this power to drive the large boiler to run at full capacity, producing products that ordinary people cannot afford or afford. sugar.

This job is so hard-won and so hard. You must know that this job is actually a lot of money in the West, Central and South.I can earn fifteen copper coins a month, and I can barely support my family.Moreover, Baofuka is still a child, and he has no wife or children to support, so he can completely subsidize the money to his family.

This job is not easy to come by. If Baofuka was not tall and lied about his age for two years, he really wouldn't be able to get this job.Even so, his salary is two copper coins less than other workers, but Baofuka can still bear it. After all, these days, farmers are squeezed to death, and it is hard to work as a small worker in a workshop.Such a job is already considered good.

"Povka!"

An old lady came through the steam and shouted.

"Oh! What's the matter, auntie!" Baofuka also fanned the steam and looked over there. The current steam engine is still in a very primitive stage. Although it can barely be used for industrial use, the energy loss in it is almost enough. Let any engineer feel bad.

"The boss is calling you! I want you to go there!" The aunt came over and stroked Baofuka's wet hair, and said kindly to Baofuka.

From five o'clock in the morning, until seven o'clock in the evening Baofuka can get off work.Such heavy physical work and harsh working environment made other workers feel very sorry for this child, and often helped him look after the coal stove, or brought him some food to share.

The workers will take care of Baofuka, which is based on the mutual help of the villagers and the simple friendship of the ranks.But bosses and foremen, they are by no means such people.

198 What is the way out?

"What's the matter, auntie? What bad idea did that black-hearted ghost have?" Baovka asked, wiping the sweat off his brow.

"If he hears your words, he will definitely deduct your wages." The aunt said kindly.

"You go, aunt will watch for you for a while." The aunt continued.

"Thank you, auntie, I'll be back in a while!" Baofuka gave the auntie a big hug. The workers here have always helped each other in this way.They are united as one, like a family, harmonious and friendly.

Bowka walked out of the house, pushed the door open and walked outside.The biting cold wind made him shiver uncontrollably, which made him, who was already tired and sweating profusely, feel a deep chill.He hurriedly put on the ragged jacket, wrapped himself up vigorously regardless of the sweat, and then walked towards the room over there.

This year, 12-year-old Baofuka still looks like a young adult. His father died early in order to fight against the tide of Warcraft, leaving only his mother and brother to raise him up with difficulty.The difficult life forced Baofuka to become independent as soon as possible and take on family responsibilities in order to make a living.Although he is only twelve years old, just by his words and deeds, he is more or less similar to an adult.

"You want to see me?" Baovka opened the door and walked in. It was bitterly cold outside, but the temperature inside the room was indeed very pleasant. The nasty boss and foreman were sitting in the middle of the room drinking liquor!

"Yes, that's the kid!" When the foreman saw Baofuka come in, he quickly identified the boss.

"Well, I'll take care of it." The boss is potbellied and wears a ridiculously tight suit.Baofuka dared to bet that as long as he took a steel needle and poked the boss's stomach, it would explode immediately like boiling water.This nasty guy, the workers worked hard for him, but he was just sent away by a few copper coins every month!This guy doesn't know how much money he will earn from the workers!

"Are you Bovka?" the boss asked half lying on the chair.

"Yes, I am." Baofuka felt that the visitor was not kind today, so he simply said to each other carelessly.

This ball-like boss, because of his kinship with the general of the Fafnir Legion, married his younger sister to get the first-hand distribution.The industrial machines distributed from the central provinces were directly divided up by those generals, and they found their acquaintances to operate them.Victor’s countless good deeds eventually fell into the hands of these big bosses, who were willing to let merchants from various provinces bid for auction or run by the regional government, but in the end they were only manipulated in the dark and swallowed for themselves.

This sugar factory continuously produces a large amount of sugar and sells it to various places, earning an unknown amount of profit.These benefits are then distributed, with some points going to the generals and some points to the boss.Not a single point was lost, and all fell into private pockets.The government doesn't get any money from it at all, not even taxes.Even the money from the auction at the beginning fell into the hands of these generals, so some of it was used for relief work? ,

After eating and drinking enough, and earning enough benefits, he is still not satisfied.Today, the wages of the workers are too much, so the foreman is asked to find a way to deduct some wages.Tomorrow, I felt that it was not good for me to pay for the candy to be sent out, so I simply asked the generals to come forward to find the government to ask for the public's carriage to transport it.After going back and forth like this, two full years have passed, and the situation that the officials in the area controlled by the Fafnir Legion belonged to the officials, and the generals belonged to the generals has long since disappeared, and it has become a complete warlord government with only the name of the central government.If it weren't for them being obedient, even though they controlled the government, they didn't perform well, the bourgeoisie would have removed them from their sphere of influence and labeled them bandits.

"Your monthly salary is twelve copper coins, right?" the boss asked, shaking on the chair.

"Thirteen!" Baovka immediately retorted.

"Oh, thirteen." The boss pretended not to know.

"I just found out, you boy, you are not 15 years old at all, you are only [-] years old this year!" The boss suddenly changed a ferocious tone and said.

"Do you have evidence? How can you slander people without evidence?" Baovka asked very unconvinced.

"There will be evidence. According to the regulations of our factory, your salary can only be ten copper coins." The boss said arrogantly.

"Ten copper coins? You are so cruel! Even if you go to work in a workshop, a strong guy like me will still have to give you [-] copper coins. Where do you have the courage to only give me ten copper coins!" Baofuka was angry rolled up his sleeves and asked.

"What do you want to do? Are you looking for trouble?" The boss asked with a downcast face.

"Let me tell you, think about your brother and your mother, especially your brother, if you don't want to be drafted by the legion to serve as a soldier, then be honest with me!" the boss threatened.

"You have to deduct half of your salary of ten copper coins this month, and I can only give you five." The boss continued.

"Five?!" Baovka's eyes widened, as if he had heard something incredible.

"People like you have to pay taxes if you don't serve in the army. You have to pay a tax of two copper coins, which is deducted from your salary. In addition, your coal stove almost burned out this month. Once, plus four bags of sugar lost in the warehouse this month, plus your food money here this month, I can only send you five in total."

After hearing this kind of rhetoric, Baovka really couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. Although he is young, he is not a child who can be fooled at will.He knows how much money he should get, and no one will try to find all kinds of reasons to deceive him!

"My father died fighting against the tide of monsters. The government has said that I don't have to be a soldier before the age of 16!" Baofuka said angrily, shaking his fist.

"The coal stove that time, I worked intensively during that time, and I was tired and uncomfortable. So I asked you for half a day off, and I wanted to go home and rest. But that afternoon, I waited and waited and you just didn't send Someone came to take over, and you promised to agree, but didn’t send someone, what does this mean? I couldn’t bear it that day, so I fell asleep for a while, and just like that, you still have to count the maintenance money on me!? "Bovka looked at the vicious foreman again and cursed.

"Four bags of sugar were lost in the warehouse. You obviously bought and sold them! No one knows that you are secretly doing business with people in the west. You secretly asked the foreman to sell the sugar there, and then told the legion that it was lost. In this way, you can sell less to the legion! There is also food money. The canteen you opened will only let you in for a year when you treat guests. Do you dare to ask the workers where everyone has been? Have you eaten once?" Baovka couldn't hide the anger in his heart, and he spoke louder and louder.

"You have to tell the evidence! You are a false accusation!" The boss and the foreman both stood up and said in shock.

"Of course I talk about evidence! You deduct my wages indiscriminately, are you talking about evidence!" Baofuka slammed the table vigorously and questioned.

"You boy, be careful that I'll catch you to Bureau J!" The boss didn't expect Baofuka to be so stubborn and unyielding, so he panicked a little.But after a while, he thought of his cousin who was working in bureau j again, and he seemed to have taken a reassurance in his heart, and he became arrogant and fierce again.

"You don't have to threaten me, I won't do that!" Seeing that the boss was still like this, Baofuka simply threw the towel around his neck on the table and said.

"My brother taught me that the republic has a charter! It's illegal for you to do this!" Baovka said as if he had a backbone.

"Charter?"

The boss and the foreman stared at each other, suddenly embarrassed.

"Yes, charter!" Baofuka became more confident when he saw the appearance of the boss and the foreman.

"My brother said that the charter requires that people like you can't be allowed to act recklessly. I believe that the Republic will definitely decide for me!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!"

The boss and the foreman laughed at each other's bellies, tears came out of laughter, and their waists were bent.

"What kind of backing do I have for being your boy? It turns out that it's a broken charter." The boss said contemptuously.

"Fire now, get the hell out!" the boss said again

"You pay me now, and I won't do it!" Baovka said angrily.

"If you ask for money in advance, I will only give you four copper coins." The foreman picked and picked out four tattered copper coins with missing corners from the drawer and threw them on the table.

"Cruel-hearted bastards, you won't get rewarded!" Baofuka picked up the four copper coins and spat on the floor of the room.Open the door and slam it away.

After a month of hard work, only four copper coins were obtained.Baofuka held his breath and kept walking, walked out of the factory and out of the town, walked out of the town, and walked to the side of a river beach before finally getting discouraged.

He sat on the edge of the river, looking at the frozen river in a daze.One month, one month of hard work, and only got so few wages, and he has already been fired.Baovka really couldn't imagine what kind of expression would appear on his mother's face after returning home, and her mother was also working hard as a tutor, earning a few meager wages.As for the older brother, he worked in the blacksmith's shop in the city.If my brother knew that he had lost his job, then his burden and mood would be much heavier!

"Who do I go to for help? Is it a military jerk? Or an official from the government?"

Baovka hates this situation where no one can help him to seek justice. No matter who they are, they are all in collusion with these bosses. Does he have to be bullied in vain?