Father Mavie

Chapter 358 Huaisen, Worker (please subscribe!!!)
As the off-duty bell rang, the sawmill on the banks of the Volga River stopped working for the day. The workers put down the tools in their hands, dragged their tired bodies, and walked to the door to receive today's pay.

"Why only eight kopeks?!"

The first worker to receive his salary screamed: "There was still 10 kopecks yesterday!"

The manager in charge of distributing the daily salary said impatiently: "8 kopecks is not bad, but the factory next door has already reduced it to 6 kopecks! The boss saw your hard work and kindly added 2 kopecks!"

"Should I still thank him?!"

The workers queuing up all of a sudden broke out, the front team complained, but the back team didn't know what happened.

but.
The fact that the daily wage was only 8 kopeks spread quickly.

"I quit! This money is not even enough to buy potatoes!"

Some workers threw their caps on the ground and left the factory angrily.

With him taking the lead, the workers soon united. They all said that they would not come tomorrow, hoping to raise their wages, but the manager sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm.

As if to counteract the indignation of the workers, the manager motioned to the queue behind to wait, got up and went outside, shouting: "Workers! Six kopeks a day!"

There was a brief silence, squatting on both sides of the street, and people who hadn't found a job for several days rushed up frantically. They surrounded the manager and waved their arms, hoping to be selected.

"see it?"

The manager looked at the workers who had just resigned, and grinned mockingly: "You don't do it, some people do it."

"Why do you work for a black-hearted boss?!" A worker yelled, "For 8 kopecks a day, you can't even buy half a pound of potatoes!"

No one answered him, as if the superior tone failed to understand the troubles of the unemployed.

Even if one day's salary can only buy a small bag of potatoes, that is food. The former serfs who have nowhere to go can only endure the exploitation of the black-hearted boss. They still have children and wives at home, and they don't eat
It will definitely not survive.

"Is there anyone else who wants to resign?" The manager squinted at the queue behind while recording the names of the new workers: "If you want to resign, hurry up. I'll recruit people together to save trouble."

The noisy team gradually quieted down, and no one wanted to resign.

Although 8 kopecks is not much, it can also buy some food, and in many cases, a single potato can save a life.

Huaisen is also a worker in the sawmill. He has a strong body and looks very thin, but his body is very strong. He is engaged in the most tiring work of carrying.After a busy day, his clothes were wet with sweat, and after drying, a circle of white salt spots appeared on the clothes.

Seeing that the job was so sought after, he, standing at the back of the crowd, silently withdrew his thighs as he stepped out of the line.

After receiving his salary, Huaisen held the coins tightly, ran to the booth opposite the factory, and picked out a few small potatoes that were not bad, less than half a pound, but had already cost him a day's wages.

In order not to let his pockets bulge, he put the little potatoes into several pockets respectively, avoided the police patrolling the street, and walked quickly back to his home in the slum area.

"Wyson?"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, a woman with a slightly haggard face came out. Seeing her husband, she was obviously relieved: "Just come back, Mr. Mozelly next door was arrested by the secret police today, it's really terrible They beat him badly"

"How's Mrs. Mozelly? Where's their daughter?"

After closing the door, Huaisen took out the potatoes one by one from his pocket and placed them on the cabinet at the door.

"Their mother and daughter are fine, but it seems that there is no food and the price has risen outside?" asked the woman who noticed that the number of potatoes had decreased.

"No. It's because the salary has been reduced. Now it's only 8 kopecks a day. I don't know what will happen in the future." Huai Sen lowered his head, not daring to look into the woman's eyes.

"Wyson."

The woman hugged her husband, kissed him on the cheek, and said softly: "Thank you, it doesn't matter if there is less food, I can just eat a little less."

Huaisen clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, feeling as if his chest was about to explode.

"Don't do dangerous things, those secret police are very cruel." The woman let go of her husband, walked towards the kitchen with potatoes, suddenly remembered something, turned around and asked: "Send some to Mrs. Mozelly and the others later Food, and I don’t know when Mr. Mozzelli will come back. We are all neighbors, so please help if you can.”

"En." Huai Sen nodded, even if there is not much food, he is willing to share it with orphans and widows who have no food. It is obviously not something a man should do to watch the other party starve to death.

At dinner time, there were three small potatoes on Huayson's plate, and there was only one on the woman's plate. There was no butter, no jam, and a pinch of salt on the side of the plate was the condiment for boiled potatoes.

Huaisen picked up a potato and put it on his wife's plate, and swallowed his food in two or three bites. Although it was tasteless, the hunger in his stomach was slightly relieved.

As night fell, the number of people on the street gradually decreased, and Huai Sen was planning to go to bed early to reduce physical exertion.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

With a tight heart, Huaisen looked at the door with some fear, and asked in a trembling voice: "Who?!"

"Scott King!"

"I do not know you!"

"I don't know each other either, but as long as you open the door, don't we know each other?" A man's voice came from outside the door: "Don't worry, I'm not a bad person!"

Which bad guy would say he is a bad guy?
Huaisen glanced at his worried wife, but decided not to open the door.

"You go!"

"I'm here to deliver food! Free food! Mrs. Mozzelli's got it!"

Hearing the food, Huai Sen's stomach growled. He smacked his tasteless mouth, hesitatingly came to the gate, and held the handle.

click
A thin and dark man appeared in his field of vision, carrying a heavy sack full of round things.

"Can I go in?" Scott King asked politely.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, Huai Sen stepped aside: ".Come in."

After struggling to carry the sack, Scott King walked into the house, looked around, and went directly into the kitchen, followed by Wyson and his wife.

After untying the rope, Scott King opened the sack, took out four palm-sized potatoes, and put them on the dining table: "I didn't lie to you! Free food!"

"You" the woman wondered, "Why did you send us food?"

"The gift of the Church of Truth! Every poor person has it!"

"The Church of Truth?!" The woman widened her eyes and grabbed her husband's arm: "Mr. Mozzelli was arrested by the secret police because he joined the Church of Truth! We don't want their food! Wysen, let him go out!"

Huaisen stared straight at the four potatoes that were bigger than his palm, swallowed, and said, "What do you want to do?"

"Don't be nervous, the Church of Truth is not a bad person!" Scott King took off his hat and said with a smile: "Are you willing to listen to my story? After listening, if you still let me leave, I will leave immediately."

Four potatoes that were bigger than a palm, according to the market price, were comparable to Wyson's wages for three or four days. He hesitated again and again, but decided to listen to what Scott King wanted to say.

"I used to be a serf and worked for Baron Blago. Although he collected high taxes, at least no one died of starvation. I was a pretty good nobleman."

Sitting on the wooden chair, Scott King slowly began to talk: "The king abolished serfdom, and I became a freeman all of a sudden, but I have no skills at all. I only know how to farm, and I can only run for food. I went to Saratov to look for a job, but as you can see, no boss likes a black, thin, short worker like me, so I can't find a job at all. When I was desperate, it was Gonzalo Father Husband saved me."

"He gave me food, gave me a job, and was willing to let me become a temporary monk of the Church of Truth. I have never seen a person like him. There are many people who are more suitable for this job than me, but Gonzalo Father Husband treated me equally and did not discriminate against me because I was short."

Scott King looked at the woman standing next to Wyson: "Madam, Mr. Mozelly is a good comrade. He is indeed a believer in the Church of Truth, but we are not what you imagined. The existence of evil, everything we do is for the bottom people like you and us."

"Mr. Mozzeri was taken by the secret police for a riot!" said the woman.

"That's right. According to Father Goncharov, the secret police were established because the Church of Wisdom and the nobles targeted the Church of Truth. They didn't want to see the Church of Truth grow stronger, because the teachings promoted by the Church of Truth touched the their interests."

Scott King looked at the Wyson couple quietly, "This is an opportunity for us low-level people to stand up. The Church of Truth is willing to fight for power for us low-level people. This has never happened before! Those noble lords and factory owners Don’t treat us as human beings, and try to squeeze and exploit us, shouldn’t we resist?”

"But those who resisted were arrested!"

"They won't be able to catch them all! As long as we unite!" Scott King said, "The Romanov Kingdom has a population of 5000 million, and the nobles are only tens of thousands! If we unite against them, they will not be our opponents at all. ! Do you know the three bills proposed by Her Majesty Katerina at the Senate Assembly?"

Wysen shook his head. He knew Katerina Romanov, the hero who helped the kingdom repel the invaders, the Grand Duke of Mosk, but he didn't know the three bills. He didn't read newspapers because he couldn't read.

"The Church of Truth supports Her Majesty Katerina!" Scott King said loudly: "The three bills are the leaders of the Church of Truth, the bills drafted by Father Mavi himself! It not only mentions land reform, but also civil rights , personal safety and other things that are beneficial to the lower class!"

"If the three bills proposed by Father Mawei are realized, everyone will have fields to cultivate, everyone will be able to find a job, and we will no longer have to worry about being squeezed and exploited by noble lords and factory owners! The Church of Truth will become our largest backing!"

Seeing that Wyson was a little dazed, Scott King realized that what he said was too macroscopic. He thought about it and changed his way of saying: "If the Church of Truth can win the final victory, workers like you, Mr. Wyson, must at least You can receive 40 kopeks as a salary, and your children can also get a good free education, you only have to work five days a week, you can stay at home with your wife on Saturdays and Sundays, and you don’t have to worry about working overtime!"

Now Huai Sen understood, he felt like a dream: "Really?"

"Of course it is true! If you are injured at work, the boss will pay you a lot of money! Because these are the rights we should have! The Church of Truth just wants to help us fight for these!"

"What good does this do for the Church of Truth?" the woman asked strangely.

"Father Mawei is a great man. He pursues the truth and wants to create a beautiful world. This is his ideal. Now he is about to succeed. If you, Mr. Wyson, are willing to support the Church of Truth."

"As long as I support Father Marvie, will his ideal come true?"

"You support, I support, can't everyone support it?" Scott King shrugged: "We should know what we deserve. If someone takes away what should belong to us, then we should also Take up arms and take them back!"

After finishing speaking, Scott King realized that a long time had passed. He got up and put on his hat, tied up the sack, and said to the Wyson couple who were still thinking: "Everyone should not be indifferent. Today, the secret police arrested Mr. Mozelly , no one speaks for him, tomorrow the secret police will arrest me, and no one will speak for me, so one day, when the secret police knocks on your door, who else will help you?"

"We're going to stick together and help each other, that's the only way."

"In order to create a beautiful era that belongs to us!"

(End of this chapter)