The infinite journey of the original torture

The workers were still very angry and showed considerable dissatisfaction with this decision, greeting Hans and his relatives with all kinds of trash talk.

The workers also knew that Hans had no power to make decisions, and they had no ability to resist. After scolding, they returned home or their lodgings dispirited.

After returning home, the workers were surprised to find that the wife who worked in the textile factory had not returned home until now. After asking, they found out that the textile factory also needed to work overtime, and the rest day tomorrow was also cancelled.

All the factories in Black Rock City let workers continue to work overtime, and even the miners in the mines outside Black Rock City had no rest time, and had to continue digging coal in the bitter cold wind.

The only students whose vacation was not deducted were the students of Obsidian Academy.

Children can't see their parents on the rest day, so they can only meet up with their friends at home to play and spend the day boring.

The holidays are gone, but life is still going on. Workers put down their dissatisfaction and continue to work mechanically at their posts.

One day, two days, three days...

On December 1012, 12 in the imperial calendar, the next week's rest day arrived in a blink of an eye. However, what awaited them was another overtime notice. The only difference was that today's overtime factory would be exempted from food expenses.

The workers were filled with anger when they received overtime notices again, and some inflammatory remarks began to spread among the factory employees, expressing their dissatisfaction with the factory.

During the lunch break on weekdays, the workers will choose an open place in the factory building, sit in groups of three or four, or lie directly on the ground, chatting about some imaginative things.

What they used to like to talk about was which tavern had a good drink, which street had a new girl in a brothel, but now, they didn't want to discuss that at all.

Working overtime has compressed their time to the limit, and I'm afraid they won't be able to enjoy good wine and girls recently.

So they are not discussing those elegant and vulgar matters recently, but listening to a few workers who like to read newspapers criticize those big bosses and say something that can make their blood boil.

[212.Chapter 209: Leaflet]

"Those hateful capitalists regard us as slave labor and treat us like livestock. Should we just let them oppress us like this?"

"Those capitalists can transport the things we have worked so hard to sell at high prices in the imperial capital with only a pitiful salary. They don't need to pay, and they can continue to reap wealth. They don't even want to let us rest. It's fair. ?"

"It's not fair..." The listeners either sat or lay down, and responded weakly.

A few workers who were secretly members of the organization began to gibberish, embellishing the contents of some small books, and speaking out in very personal emotional terms, severely criticizing the ugly and greedy faces of those big capitalists.

"What is a capitalist?" At some point, an honest middle-aged man with a greasy hair and suspenders came to the side of the crowd of workers.

He is the supervisor of the workers in this factory, and he gets along with the workers happily on weekdays, and he is quite popular.

Seeing that the supervisor was finally attracted, several workers from the underground organization waved and urged: "Director Bieber, come here, sit here, there is still time, I will tell you slowly!"

Supervisor Bieber shrugged, separated the workers, and sat down by the stone pillar of the factory building without any hesitation.

"Capitalists! They are rich businessmen with factories, money, and technology! By paying us wages, we can make money while we work. They are no different from slave owners! They don't pay us wages, just like slave owners Don’t feed slaves! It’s not a good thing!”

"Huo... just say it in front of me. If you are listened to by the supervisor, you will lose your job. Don't talk about it in the future. Forget it, I'll go back and look at the goods..." Director Bieber listened When the underground organization workers said this, they were taken aback.

If these words of slandering the big boss are heard by those dog legs, the job may not be guaranteed!

He kindly persuaded him, and he was about to get up and leave, but he didn't dare to interfere.

"Hey! Director Bieber, don't go, I have a basis for saying this!" One person grabbed Manager Bieber, and after exchanging glances with his companion, he took out a small book from his overalls and stuffed it in, "You Take it, why do we say that, it’s all written inside, just don’t let the supervisor see it.”

Director Bieber took the little book disapprovingly and left, not wanting to say anything more, and he didn't stop them from continuing to speak these words that slandered the big boss.

……

In this kind of word-of-mouth communication, most workers gradually showed hatred towards capitalists.

Coupled with the grievances accumulated from working overtime day after day, the explosive barrel has been quietly formed, and the fuse only needs an opportunity to ignite!

And those big capitalists, looking at the submitted reports at this time, prepared truckloads of supplies, happily preparing to go to the imperial capital for a banquet, and didn't care what the workers thought.

If you dare to resist, the city defense army and security company of Black Rock City will teach those tool people how to beg for food!

December 1012, 12 in the imperial calendar, night!

All the party members scattered in Black Rock City are dispatched tonight, bringing the newly printed promotional materials, and officially revealing the truth of the world!

The members were exhausted from working overtime for more than half a month, looking excited, and carefully avoiding the city defense army patrolling at night, stuffing leaflets into the cracks of the doors of each door.

The action plan was reasonable and the division of labor was clear. In just two hours, every household in the worker's block had an enlightenment leaflet.

The next morning, the workers dragged their tired bodies to get up, washed and dressed under the call of the big pendulum clock, and prepared to go to work in the factory.

After slapping their faces with cold water, they were surprised to find a red leaflet under the crack of their door.

One worker family after another picked up the leaflets, and with the help of the morning light, they read the information on the leaflets while eating breakfast.

The chewing movements gradually slowed down, and the figure of the child leaving the house to go to school no longer attracted their attention. All these workers who had studied at Obsidian Academy had no trouble reading the content of the leaflet.

They put down their spoons and bread, looked at the contents of the flyer, clenched their hands involuntarily, and their numb eyes gradually shone with light.

"Brother Hud! You must see this!"

The door of the hut was pushed open from the outside, and a young man grabbed a leaflet printed in red and broke into the home of a couple, looking extremely excited and excited.

A couple who were having breakfast in the living room raised their heads, smiled and raised the same red flyer in their hands.

A worker picks up a leaflet and learns a new concept, communism.

……

In the administrative center of Black Rock City, Captain Allen was still wearing pajamas, sitting behind his desk with a red leaflet in his hand.

The content on the leaflet was neither too much nor too little. After reading the full text, he only came to one conclusion.

"We can't let these things spread in the city. Immediately mobilize all the city defense forces, confiscate them from door to door, collect all the leaflets and burn them! Let those idiots move, and find out the forces behind the scenes within three days!"

A flame rose in Allen's hand, and he burned the leaflet to ashes, and ordered to the adjutant at the desk with an ugly expression.

The adjutant, wearing heavy armor of the city defense army, nodded in response, turned around and left in a chilly manner.

After the adjutant left, Allen sat in a chair and knocked on the table irritably. He was greatly shocked by the contents of the leaflet.

It tells about a brand new concept, and also gives a unified class identity to the nobles and wealthy merchants of the empire.

This is a very scary thing!

In the past, workers and civilians were oppressed by nobles, and their eyes would focus on one point.

This point will be a certain nobleman, or it may be a wealthy businessman.

But the leaflets are clearly divided, so that the targets that civilians can see spread from one point to the entire surface!

They know who is the culprit of such a miserable and poor life. After they have a specific goal, the confusion no longer appears, and the goal is right in front of them!