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In fact, the working life of female textile workers in Kamal is similar to that of cotton farmers.

Although they were not as miserable as the first-generation workers in the British Empire who were put into sweatshops and squeezed, and the living people went in and the corpses came out...but their work intensity was not low, and it was not at all easier than the female workers in the textile factories of the Kenyan Empire in the north.

It is similar to the hard work 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 Kamal are only a fraction of others...

The reason is the profit of Shiga principality's textile industry.

The Principality of Shiga is a traditional farming country. Influenced by the priestly doctrine of the goddess of prosperity "wealth and contract", the citizens of the Principality of Shiga pursue a self-sufficient small-scale peasant economy society. Most of the citizens are more keen on accumulating wealth. Rather conservative and cautious.

That is to say... the cotton cloth produced by 10,000+ weaving cotton farmers in Camor, the surrounding market can't digest it at all...

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

It took a lot of effort for the gentlemen of Camerle to collect the land and domesticate the local civilians into outsourced cheap coolies who are not even temporary workers. Since a considerable part of the profits from the textile industry will be spent on transportation costs, then for these Outsourcing cheap coolies will naturally not be kind.

Skilled female weavers of Kamol sat at home weaving day after day, earning about three hundred copper coins a month.

Based on the national consumption level of the Shiga Principality, this amount of money seems to be quite generous... But don't forget that the common people of Camor have no land, and the family needs to pay for food and drink.

A catty of rye bread costs three copper coins.

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

Thirty coppers for a small pot of butter.

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

So if you know how to play, the gentlemen will play. The 996 played by the people on the earth is like a child’s play house here. There is no such thing as overtime pay, seniority wages, basic salary, pension, and there is no need to talk hard. Advocating ideals, drinking tea and chatting will squeeze the proletariat...

In short, if a female commoner in Camor needs to support herself and one or two children, she will have to sit in front of the home textile machine rented from the Weaver 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 has to be handed over to the weavers union, otherwise Yang Qiu is completely rude to those union families.

Under the heavy pressure of life, these female civilians who have to learn weaving before the age of ten can still see things normally at the age of 40, very few...

Mia was given up by her family despite being able to weave and increase income for the family. The short working life is the biggest reason.

Being older means that if she gets married and has a child, she will not be able to raise the child to adulthood by her own labor. Maybe she will be blind before the child becomes the next generation of cheap outsourced labor and become a A burden in a small family.

A man who intends to marry will inevitably ask Mia's family to pay a large dowry, at least to hand over the income of Mia's weaving output in the years after she became an adult to balance her own risks; such a harsh condition for marrying her daughter, Mia It must be impossible for the family to accept...

Regarding her fate, Mia, as the person involved, has nothing to complain about.

When she was very young, her uncles and aunts who were not in harmony with her family often mocked her as a "loser who can only die at home". When she grew up to a certain age of aesthetics, she also understood the blue spots on her face block means something.

When people from the Weaving House Association came to the door and suggested that their family hand over the burden that dragged other people... Mia, who was weaving quietly in her room, vaguely guessed her own fate.

She is already 26 years old, not a teenage girl anymore, the tears that should be shed have already been shed.

Just after she was born, Mia had already cried when the man asking for marriage thought that she was different from ordinary girls and was not qualified to ask for gift money.

At 23, Mia didn't cry when courting men acquiesced that she wasn't worth paying the wedding bounty and demanded a dowry instead.

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

When the black magician left Camor, the people who were traveling with her secretly sobbed, but Mia was very happy.

Although she couldn't explain why, but when she stepped out of Camor, a town where she had lived for more than 20 years, Mia not only did not feel confused and frightened, but seemed relieved.

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

Every meal offered by the Black Mage, every hour she stopped spinning, was to her a last-minute gift of cruel fate.

She is willing to share this gift with others, for example, to take care of the neighbor's uncle who is actually not very familiar with her as much as she can.

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

Mia, who supported him, and the people who walked out of the tent before them reacted similarly to Collins... The people who stood on the ground were stunned into silence.

Dozens of people stood in front of the tent where they lived.

There were some in the group whom Collins knew, even by name—he had been whipped by them when he worked on the plantation.

Especially the fat, muscular man among them. Collins felt his hands and feet tremble just by seeing this man's face—Pips, the manor housekeeper of Viscount Lynn's family and the recognized tyrant of Camerle Plantation!

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

——These people were obviously tied up by the undead, why were they released again?

The intense unease made Collins's scalp tingle and his forehead sweat...

Could it be that the black magician thinks that those who have served the nobles are more reliable than these wastes?

Or... the black magician wants these cruel people who want to kill them to control them?

No matter which possibility it is, it is extremely bad for Collins and the civilians like him...!

Just as the civilians were panicking, there were rows of private soldiers standing in front of the tent, one of them seemed to have been kicked in the back, staggered forward, and almost fell down.

The kicked man turned his head angrily, and saw that the expression on the back of the person changed suddenly, and the fleshy face forced out an extremely flattering smile: "Mr. Yang, we have already called these guys out, look ..."

Yang Qiu glanced at this guy expressionlessly, shook his head in disapproval, a black vine as thick as an arm suddenly appeared from under his feet, and lashed towards the manor housekeeper with a face full of flesh.

Pips, the leader of the private army, who was regarded by Viscount Lynn as his capable subordinate, only let out an "ow" and was sent flying.

"When I asked you to summon them, I 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 service spirit?"

The expressions on the faces of a group of private soldiers were very exciting... in a tangled state of wanting to get angry and instinctively wanting to surrender their knees...

The civilians, who were terrified by the appearance of the private soldiers, didn't quite understand what was going on, but at least they knew that it wasn't what they thought, and they exhaled secretly.

Regardless of the reaction of the people present, Yang Qiu looked coldly at the manor housekeeper who fell into a mess, and said: "Please also remember that your identity is currently a prisoner. I believe that the gentleman in Carmore may be willing Pay the ransom for you, but before the old man receives the money, you can only be, and must be, captives."

"Yes... yes." Peps struggled to get up, lowered his head and responded nonchalantly.

Yang Qiu knew that this guy didn't look up because he didn't want to be seen by him with resentment, so he said calmly: "I don't have the habit of killing captives, but I don't provide food for free. If you’re starving to death, please learn what self-knowledge is.”

Including Peeps, all private soldiers fell silent...

They knew the black mage wasn't kidding, because they'd already been hungry for two meals...

"If you understand what I say, do as you are told." Yang Qiu paused for a moment when he said this, "Of course, you can refuse to cooperate, you can obey others, or even take the opportunity to escape... But the best way is to be clever, so clever. To the extent that the old man will not find out."

Next, Yang Qiu didn't bother to pay attention to the group of guys who felt that they were really superior because they hugged the thighs of decent people, and turned to look at a group of civilians whose faces softened a lot: "Compatriots, we will split up after lunch. , the women followed the undead to the town of exile, and the men stayed behind. Men with female relatives can go with the women."

Although these civilians were basically old, weak, sick and disabled, Yang Qiu still planned to separate men and women to avoid trouble.

This arrangement caused commotion among the civilians, but no one objected to it... Whether it was the town of exile or this stronghold with nothing, they were all unfamiliar to them, and they really didn't care much about where they were arranged to live.

Mia hesitated, and asked Collins in a low voice: "Uncle Carter, do you want to come 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 gratitude after accepting her care, instead of taking her efforts for granted, which makes Mia Have the feeling that you are alive.

Collins really didn't want to stay with that tyrant Pips, even if the black magician's attitude towards Pips was much worse than his attitude towards them, he would still feel scared, and quickly said: "Then I will trouble you , Mia."

"No trouble." Mia smiled.

Seeing that the civilians accepted it well, Yang Qiu asked the literate members of the private soldiers to come out and register the civilians one by one by name, age and gender.

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

If there were no language barriers, the players would all be regarded as proper sources of self-propelled mobile mental pollution.

Under Yang Qiu's personal command, the private soldiers didn't dare to play any tricks. They honestly registered this group of civilians, and honestly dismantled the tents and packed the luggage for those who were going to the exile town, and then packed them into the vacant space. On the tricycle.

During this period, the players who came and went like crazy also stopped curiously from time to time, wandered around and found no NPC to talk to them, and then left disappointed...

It's almost time to eat, and the player who "randomly" received the instant cooking task ran over excitedly...

Outside the stronghold, the Crusader cavalry camp.

Andre returned to the camp with a few paladins, dismounted and hurried to the tent where Rowell was monitoring.

"Those undead are cleaning up the monsters!"

Seeing Rowell inspector face to face, Andre couldn't wait to speak: "The undead who left the stronghold are all around the poisonous swamp not far away. I saw these undead lead out monsters from the swamp to surround and kill them!"

Even Rowell, who had a wealth of experience in life, was shocked when he heard it.

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

"It's so? Why is this?" Rowell was very puzzled.

"I don't know, Lowell inspector, I can't understand it at all." Andre's face turned pale and his expression was in a trance. Obviously, seeing the monster spawning scene of the players with his own eyes had a great impact on this paladin, "I All I know is that the undead seem to be very keen on this, they almost ... hunt and kill those swamp monsters in an unusually united manner at any cost, even if their companions die in battle, they can't stop their enthusiasm for cleaning up the monsters."

"..." Inspector Lowell silently raised his hand, pinching the space between his brows.

Having been an apologist for more than 200 years and having dealt with countless vicious incidents caused by undead, Rowell has always believed that his understanding of undead creatures is no worse than that of black magicians.

Now, Inspector Lowell feels that he may be a little too arrogant. In fact, he doesn't understand the undead at all...

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

Rowell trembled again: "??"

"It's true, I saw it with my own eyes." Andre murmured as if sleepwalking, "When the group of undead I observed were besieging and killing a corrupt bat monkey, another group of undead passed by the place, and some of them stepped forward to help ...I thought they were going to work together to destroy the rotten bat monkey, but unexpectedly, they actually fought!"

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

"It's hard for me to understand whether they are united or not, lawful or chaotic." Andre held his head in his hands and said in great pain, "Obviously they can bear the death of their companions in order to clean up the monsters, but they actually want to snatch the corrupted bats. The monkeys fought... After the corrupt bat monkey took advantage of the chaos and fled back to the swamp, they still didn't stop fighting among themselves!"

When Yang Qiu personally came to invite these apologists to have lunch, he mentioned that the undead would send women among the common people to the town of exile, and asked the apologists if they wanted to visit the lair of the undead.

Rowell supervised and complied without hesitation.

Originally, considering that the dry food he was carrying was only enough for three days, Rowell didn’t intend to continue to go deep into Tarantan... After all, it’s nothing more than eating and drinking other people’s food when he’s traveling with them. Reaching out for supplies, Rowell couldn't afford to lose this face.

But now Rowell can't control so much anymore, curiosity about these strange undead has overcome the problem of face...