I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

"The human heart." Arthur murmured in a low voice, "When the Spanish Empire bombed Tashili, you told me that the human heart is a very complicated thing."

"You have stayed in the Fairy Country for three years and learned a lot. Whether it is magic or swordsmanship, you have been completely improved.

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

There may be some cunning and cunning people among them, but in terms of the complexity of their hearts, they are actually no match for humans. "

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

"In the next period of time, you can go to the human world more and see the people there, and see their joys and sorrows, pains and joys.

You can go to the front lines to help those who are suffering from difficulties due to 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 to go?" Arthur asked.

"You'll know when the time comes."

Char turned back and glanced at Alicia.

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

Alicia nodded and said, "Come back soon."

Char took 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 response to the war, many military factories were built in the imperial capital. The furnaces used for calcining steel were operating at full capacity, spewing soot into the sky unbridled. The environment here would only get worse in the future.

Therefore, Xia Ya and Alicia have not been to the imperial capital for a long time.

Without stopping too much at the door, Xia and Arthur stopped a carriage and headed to the east of the imperial capital.

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

In the West End, people usually like to call it the slums.

The streets are full of new residents of different nationalities, short in stature, miserable in appearance, or very drunk. Many drunkards are just lying 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 various indescribable stains everywhere.

The streets were full of drunken men and women, and the shouts, quarrels, and gibberish of the drunkards spread from every corner.

There were many old people in the market, both men and women, rummaging through the mud-filled garbage 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, the children picked them up on the spot and wolfed them down.

Arthur did not see the other carriages during the whole journey. From the looks of the children following and running beside them, it seemed that the carriage he was riding was like a ghost carriage from a better world.

All you can see are solid brick walls and muddy streets, and the street scene is breathtaking.

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

Everything he feared before him was like the ocean, with waves of human misery rising one after another.

The stench was almost like waves coming one after another, overwhelming them and almost swallowing them up.

Arthur's eyes were filled with unspeakable shock, "Teacher, why are they like this?"

"Why do you think they are like this?" Xia Ya asked quietly, "Is it because of my laziness, or because I was addicted to gambling and drug addiction, and lost my family property and body?"

"Although I'm not sure." Arthur murmured softly, "But I think it's not that simple."

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

They cannot sustain their 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 sadly, there are not so many factories in the imperial capital, so there is a situation where there are too many monks and too few people.

In order to compete with others, some people can only get jobs by lowering their wages. As a result, many people lose their jobs. Without a source of income, they naturally begin to fall into 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 flashed.

"The one who lowered the salary?" Arthur said tentatively.

"why?"

"Because the people whose jobs they took away have to support themselves, their wives and children. It's so immoral to use this method to take away other people's jobs."

"So, those who lower their wages will not have wives and children?" Xia Ya asked again.

Arthur fell silent.

"There are only so few jobs," Xia Ya said. "Someone is going to get a job, and someone is going to lose their job. The one who loses his job will not be able to support his family. This is the reality. You can't say this is right or wrong."

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

"Those factory owners," Arthur said, "They got the biggest advantage, and they made all the money."

"Yes." Xia Ya whispered in a low voice, "You know, Arthur, 80% of the wealth in the entire city is created by these workers.

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

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

Xia Ya closed her eyelids and did not comment too much, but continued, "Those who have obtained jobs are actually not doing well. The salary is just enough for them to live on, but they cannot save much money.

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

Therefore, they must also rent cheaper houses, which is here.

If they are lucky enough to work to the end without any pain, they will eventually grow old.

Aging means a decrease in efficiency, and factory owners will choose stronger workers to take their place.

They also end up in the slums. "

Maybe you will say: They have children. "

Xia Ya pointed to the gloomy sky, "You have stayed in the land of fairies. What is the air there like compared to the air here?"

Arthur seemed to have thought of something and whispered, "The air here smells bad, and it makes people feel breathless."

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

There are also dusts produced by various steel, stones, clay, fluff and fibers.

These things are extremely harmful to your health.

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

As for the children who have grown up here since childhood, they will lack physical strength and vitality, have weak knees, small chests, and listlessness. They must compete with the huge population invading from the countryside, and will eventually be defeated. "

After a pause, he continued.

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

Any child who grows up in this place where obscenities, quarrels, fights, prostitutes, and drunkards are everywhere will fall into the same trap. "

Arthur looked at all this in confusion, "Why is this country like this?"

"This is about tracing back to the origin." Xia Ya continued, "Why, these people would abandon their fields and come to their own imperial capital to find jobs."

"Because of the factory?" Arthur said.

"Absolutely." Xia Ya said, "Products produced in purely handmade workshops are naturally not as good as low-cost, high-quality, high-quality and low-priced industrialized products.

Of course, the most critical issue is that most of the land in this country is in the hands of the nobles.

If farmers wanted to grow more crops, they had to lease fields from these nobles and pay them a certain percentage of rent. The rent was so high that they could barely guarantee a living.

However, farming is a very fragile way of life and is affected by various natural disasters and wars.

It's a good thing that farmers have not encountered this kind of thing, but once they do, it will be difficult to survive, and the remaining handicrafts that can provide them with income have been impacted by industry.

Some farmers who originally had farmland may choose to sell their farmland to those nobles in order to survive.

This formed a vicious cycle in which the nobility had more and more farmland, while the peasants had less and less farmland. "

Char looked at Arthur, "Arthur, do you know that one-third of Britannia is in the hands of five hundred nobles.

In addition to them, the officials, servants, and all other luxurious people in power under the emperor in the past squandered money every year equivalent to thirty-two percent of the amount earned by the hard labor of the country.

What an astonishing number.

The rulers lived in aristocratic areas where the air was relatively clean and the environment was comfortable.

Without any effort, they can enjoy the wealth created for them by the workers at the bottom and suck their blood.

They drank fine wine, stood on a high platform, looked down at those living in the slums, and laughed at their depravity.

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

Arthur's face turned a little pale, and a bloody world unfolded in front of his eyes as Charia spoke.