Centering around the two questions of "whether it will improve workers' living conditions" and "whether workers will be willing to have children after the improvement", churches and palaces are all involved in fierce debates.
As for why there are no farmers, I’m sorry that in this era, there are no farmers.
All land, mountains, forests, pastures, fisheries, oceans, deserts... belong to the king, nobles and priests...
Even if you grow vegetables and grain on the land, you are still an agricultural worker, not a serf, because the church does not allow slavery.
Allowing slavery would have a negative consequence: a large number of people could not move and were tied to the land of the king and nobles.
Churches in small places are okay, but where can churches in big cities find rich believers?
The upper-class figures are like queen bees, laying eggs one after another.
The female bees stay, and then a very small number of the strongest drones are retained, while the other drones are driven into the society.
They do not have any means of production and can only be workers.
The result of the debate is: first issue incentives to see how much subsidies workers can receive from the church, king and nobles for having a child.
Unfortunately, the problem is that most of the females are in the backyards of the old men. If the workers want to give birth, someone needs to cooperate with them...
Fortunately, nature is fair, and there are always people who are randomly more unlucky.
They can also marry some women who are either old or too ugly...
The gentleman has a very high vision.
Young, ugly women who are still fertile have become a prize, and hundreds of men will fight for each one of them.
Under this situation, a powerful, violent, and destructive force of darkness is spreading rapidly.
Another riot occurred.
When workers in a certain factory couldn't bear it anymore and smashed the machine that made them work hard every day, they certainly wouldn't think about the innocence of the machine itself.
As usual, the factory owner sends bodyguards with magical powers to suppress the situation. Yes, even the patrol police do not need to be dispatched. They are already familiar with this.
The bodyguard captain Freddy is a cruel person.
His favorite thing is to use the divine power given by the master to turn into an iron hook and hook people on it, just like hanging a pig!
Today, it’s time for him to enjoy it again!
He came to the factory gate and blocked the workers who were wreaking havoc in the factory!
The cause of the riot is said to be that the master misappropriated the salary that was originally going to be paid to purchase plantation stocks in the new colony. As a result, a natural disaster occurred, the plantation was destroyed, and the stock price fell to an appalling level.
The master then announced that there would be no wages for the next three months.
It would be strange if the workers did not riot, because without wages for a month, they would be evicted from their rental houses!
But this has nothing to do with Freddie.
He just looked at the irritable workers arrogantly: "I can give you a chance now. Hand over the leader, and the others will not die."
As he spoke, a sharp iron hook suddenly appeared in his left hand, with a long iron rope attached to the back of the hook.
Many workers were silent and no one spoke.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd threw a rusty iron wrench at him!
No one wants to maintain these production tools…
Then there are countless wrenches!
The wrench is heavy and heavy. If it hits someone, it will definitely kill them!
However, Freddy smiled coldly, and the next moment the iron hook automatically rotated in the air, like a propeller, and directly knocked back the wrenches!
"Ah!" Someone was hit by the wrench and collapsed to the ground.
"Hahaha, you stupid pigs, fools, and wastes, you don't know how to study hard, so you can only work here!"
"If you could be like me and learn 100% since childhood, would you still have to do such hard work?"
"Idiot, idiot, waste!"
Freddy laughed wildly.
At this time, he was extremely grateful to his mother who was cruel to him. Back then, when he wanted to roll around on the floor and play like other children, he was forced to study by his mother with whips and hungry meals.
Fortunately, he is the type who can be forced out. He will not become rebellious and unwilling to study because of the beating. Instead, he wants to study hard to slap his mother in the face.
There are actually many people like this, and of course there are even more people who have a rebellious mentality and give up on themselves.
Therefore, teaching students in accordance with their aptitude is very popular, but the cost is too high.
Just when Freddy was arrogant and proud, suddenly a long tentacle flew over from the crowd and directly knocked away his hook!
Then countless of them came through one by one and strung him directly in the air, like a fly falling into a spider's web!
"Ah!" Freddy screamed in pain, but the scream only lasted a few seconds and he died.
"Praise the God of Darkness!" People shouted in surprise when they saw this scene.
"Rebellion, this is rebellion!"
When the other bodyguards saw this, some fired, some used their divine power to transform into shields, and some turned around and fled.
Only a fool would fight a group of monsters for an annual salary of five dinars!
God couldn't let him do this either.
As expected, a dozen bodyguards are for nothing against thousands of workers with dark divine powers.
Finally, when cleaning up the scene, it took a lot of effort to find some of the remaining hair and other belongings of the bodyguards, which were thrown into the machine and winnowed.
And this is just the beginning.
More places, more workers rose up, more factories were destroyed.
The Dark Temple began to appear where the riots were most intense.
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"Damn it, a bunch of poor people want to rebel and kill their masters. They have forgotten that without us providing factories, where will they earn wages? Where will they have enough to eat and a house to live in?"
A factory owner said angrily. His factory had just been destroyed by workers, and most of the bodyguards he sent were dead.
He turned to the local patrol for help, but was told that the patrol had been sent to protect the cathedral, and his factory could only protect it himself.
The receptionist replied at the time: "Don't you have a thousand sons? Five hundred of them are enough to protect your factory. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. You look down on all 990 of your sons.
Bastards, as soon as they reach the age of fifteen, they are thrown out of the manor to fend for themselves."
The receptionist seemed to be one of the people who was thrown out.
"What should we do now? The king cannot send troops, and the priests seem to have some conspiracy and are holding back." Someone asked doubtfully.
"What conspiracy? They just want to wait for us to die, and then auction off our inheritance at a low price, mainly the land. Their church has money, but they can't buy the land, so they can't control the food." Someone retorted.
"It seems that we have to build our own bodyguards. Each family will provide ten bodyguards. They should be the most elite ones who can maximize the use of divine power instead of using divine power as a squander to satisfy their own enjoyment. This kind of waste is not suitable for this world at all.
