Infrastructure Throne

Yuanliu City, a suburban ironworks.

For the workers in the iron factory, today is an ordinary and unforgettable day.

A copper bell was erected on the roof of the second floor of the iron factory. Every time it was time to go to work, the copper bell rang, and everyone changed into work clothes one after another, entered their respective posts one after another, and started a day's work.

The ironworks has a special "canteen" where cooks are hired to cook breakfast and lunch for the workers.

We built a large stove, the iron pot was made in our own factory, the vegetables were purchased at the market, and the meat was also produced in our own farm. At least twice a week, we can eat big meat. Just this kind of treatment, I don’t know how many people outside are greedy. .

From the honorary factory director, Father Li, down to the ordinary craftsmen, they all eat in the cafeteria and line up for dinner together.

At first, no one had seen such a way of eating. Some people had disputes because of jumping in line, and some people were dissatisfied with the different portions of meals. Yin and Yang complained strangely about who had more meals and who had more meat in their bowls.

In order to calm down the conflict, Mr. Li specially stipulated that each worker takes turns to help the kitchen. Everyone has the opportunity to share the meals. As time goes by, everyone gets used to it.

As for the different pay for different jobs, no one complained about it. Everyone knows that newcomers get less copper coins. As long as they work hard, produce more iron, and forge with high quality, everyone will see it, and their titles will always rise carry.

Only a few months after the establishment of the iron factory, there is old man Li who has rich experience in iron smelting and has a close relationship with the chief priest. The middle management specially selects honest and serious people, which is far from the point of forming a hilltop faction.

Coupled with the relative transparency of the promotion system, workers often put all their energy into iron smelting. On the contrary, those who like to take advantage of loopholes and try to gain connections to please their supervisors are despised by others, unable to get along, and kicked out of the production and construction team.

In just a few months, a silent sense of fairness has penetrated into every aspect of the iron factory bit by bit.

Even if the soot in the working environment is suffocating, the heat wave near the high-temperature furnace is rolling, and no matter how tiring the manual labor is, what is it?

For poor people like them, whether it is serving the crops with the loess turned to the sky, or making cattle and horses for the nobles in the city, there is no day without hard work, and food is not necessarily guaranteed. How can we talk about fairness and dignity?

Working in the iron factory is an unprecedented day for them to hold their heads high.

There is no harm without comparison. Once people have tasted a better life, they never want to go back to the time when they were suffering.

The workers of the iron factory guard their own three-acre land every day, and they are particularly satisfied and cherished.

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The outside of the iron factory is a gray wall rammed with three-component soil, which is very strong, and the only thing that can be attacked is the iron fence gate.

The miners have been dazzled by years of resentment. They subconsciously succumb to the supervisor who is usually superior. Under the instigation of the supervisor and the ghost, they use all the weapons they can find to smash the door crazily!

It seems that as long as this door is smashed and everything inside the door is smashed, they can vent their anger at the injustice of the world, get some compensation, and even get the benefits they deserve!

Among them, some people faintly sensed that something was wrong, but the thoughts of a few people didn't matter at all. The miners' anger needed to be vented, and the iron factory was the object of their envy and hatred.

Everyone deals with ore all day long, and they are all lowly poor people. Who is nobler than whom?

Why do they have such a comfortable life?Can't fill your stomach?

Domineering overseers and those born noble nobles are certainly hateful, but asking them to resist, wouldn't it be the same as rebellion?

Rebellion is beheaded!They don't have the courage.

It is different when the spearhead is directed at the iron works.

Although there is an officiant standing behind the iron factory, from the director to the craftsmen in that factory, all are civilians.The overseer said with certainty that the officiant had gone to Mingzhu City and would not be back in a short time.

What's more, they didn't want to yell at the officiant. The iron factory collected so much ore and made a lot of money, and the benefits were taken by the iron factory workers. It wouldn't make sense to not share any profits with them, right?

They went to the iron factory to ask for an explanation and get back their own rewards, which is obviously a matter of course!

Now that someone is leading and there are so many people in the crowd, everyone will be stunned when they look at it. Even if the officiant gets angry afterwards, it should be clear that the law does not punish the crowd. Can the officiant still punish all of them?

With seven points of anger and three points of luck, the miners resolutely launched an attack!

When they heard the loud roar outside the gate and the knocking on the door, the workers in the iron factory were completely puzzled at first. The workers on duty rushed in hurriedly, saying that someone had come in, and everyone was so frightened that they thought it was a sudden attack from the orcs. .

Unexpectedly, it turned out that a group of miners with shovels, chisels and sticks came to the door suddenly.

Among the furious crowd of miners, someone yelled angrily:

"The iron factory pays back our hard-earned money!"

"Ask the iron factory for an explanation!"

"Master Officiant embezzles ore from the mine!"

When they smeared bad things about the priest and clamored to smash this hopeful new home, the workers of the iron factory were furious!

"When did we embezzle the ore? It was allocated by the City Lord's Mansion!"

"Why don't you go to the City Lord's Mansion to ask for an explanation?"

"Dare to bully you while the officiant is not around?"

These craftsmen are not cattle and sheep to be bullied, they have the master priest as their backer, are they afraid of these barefoot miners?

The most indispensable thing in the factory is the sword, gun, sword and halberd. Even the most timid craftsmen on weekdays, in order to defend their factory and the only home that makes them feel fair and dignified, they all took up weapons and rushed to the gate. Confront the miners!

One side smashed the door with all their strength, and the other side blocked the door with one heart. A vigorous defense battle of the iron factory started with heavy and long bells!

Once the conflict is provoked, reason is broken.

Some miners climbed up the fence, and some used wooden sticks and iron bars to pry open the door.In the wrestling between the two sides, the rough iron fence kept screaming overwhelmed, and finally declared damaged!

A large number of miners frantically poured into the iron factory like falling sand, and the iron factory workers were not to be outdone, and greeted them with weapons. Whoever dares to hit me, I will hit whoever!

The situation was out of control, the facilities of the iron factory were smashed to pieces, and the scene became a mess!

At the beginning, the supervisors who provoked trouble among the miners did not expect that it would become more severe to this extent, but their goal has been achieved, and they will not run away with oil on their feet, accidentally hit their foreheads, and opened the ladle Not good.

After smashing this iron factory, it is better to kill or injure some untouchables, no matter who dies.When the miner died, it was the officiant who condoned the murder of the ironworkers.

The worker in the iron factory is dead, hey, let's see who else dares to work for Shen Qingze in the future!

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The commotion at the iron factory on the outskirts of the city quickly alarmed several chief officials of the City Lord's Mansion.

Right now, the city lord and the officiant are not in the city, and the city lord's mansion seems to have lost its backbone. The affairs officer Fan Mizhou, the finance and tax officer Luo Xin, the logistics officer Teng Changqing, the salt and iron officer Berg, and the guard Xiao Meng all gathered in the office. Each has his own opinion.

Xiao Meng and Teng Changqing were completely military, and directly regarded the smashing behavior of the miners as a riot, and advocated directly sending guards to suppress the chaos.

Fan Mizhou and Luo Xin hoped to appease Weishang and sent people to the iron factory to negotiate.

Berg strongly opposed the suppression of the miners. He justly stated the miners' daily hardships and harsh working conditions. Although this time's behavior was extreme, it was also justifiable.

The three parties insisted on their own words, arguing with each other, arguing until the face was red and the neck was thick. In the end, Berg seemed to take a step back, claiming that a slap could not be slapped, and demanded that the miners and ironworkers be arrested. If it is opened, it will cover up the workers.

Both sides must fight [-] boards each, and wait for the city lord to come back to make a decision, so as to show the fairness and justice of the city lord's mansion.

Luo Xin raised his face when he heard this: "Mr. Berg, what you said is wrong. What do you mean by covering up the workers in the iron factory? Is this what they picked first? They are obviously the victims! Besides, the mine The field is under your jurisdiction, and it has nothing to do with you! Wait for the city lord to come back and see how you explain it!"

Berg drank his tea slowly: "It's up to me how I explain to the city lord, but the workers in the iron factory have swords and swords in their hands. If they kill someone, I will definitely not sit idly by."

"You—" Luo Xin's face flushed with anger, and the fat on his cheeks trembled, "Could it be that they can only let others knock on the door, and they can't resist?"

"It's true that being beaten at the door is a victim, but both sides are holding weapons. That's called fighting!"

As a finance and tax official, Luo Xin has a general idea of ​​the master priest's plan.The ironworks and breeding farms that are currently being opened are projects that the officiant is using as a pilot project.

As an officiant, he could enjoy the privilege of tax exemption, but Shen Qingze has no plan of long-term tax exemption. Instead, he plans to expand the scale in the future, re-approve the tax rate, agricultural tax and commercial tax, all of which are indispensable.

With his ability to earn money, Yuanliu City's financial and tax situation will be turned around immediately.

Of course, all of this money will be used to build and develop the city, and those nobles won't get any money.

Once the iron factory is declared a failure, the follow-up plan will be postponed until indefinitely, not to mention aborted. At that time, Yuanliu City will go back to the old road of selling ore, and the more it sells, the poorer it becomes.

Behind the conflict in the ironworks is the game between the officiant and the old-school nobles, and Berg is the spokesperson of the latter.

Luo Xin is very clear about this. He is also an aristocrat, but he is different from these short-sighted moths who only know how to suck blood and don't know how to produce or build.

It is not Luo Xin's style to eat a vegetarian meal with a corpse. As a tax official for a day, he has to bear the responsibility for a day. It is his responsibility to increase revenue and reduce expenditure for Yuanliu City's finances, and to provide funds for municipal construction!

Luo Xin stood up silently, the expression of a good-natured man who usually smiled at everyone, completely disappeared from his face.

He pulled the bow tie at the neckline fiercely—although he was fat, he was strict about dressing up to the top button every day, and the bow tie was always tightened so that the lapel could be exposed neatly.

The corner of the collar is the same as the uniform of the guards, with the mark of being an official of Abyss City.

Even if he tried his best to tear himself apart with those entangled old nobles, Luo Xin didn't want to see the chief priest's painstaking efforts go to waste, and he didn't want to see the hope of Yuanliu City's development being stifled just like that.

Since the city lord and the officiant are not here, someone must stand up and defend this painstaking effort!

"I object!"

Luo Xin's back was straightened, every inch of his joints creaked, and he said these words with the courage and strength to break the boat:

"If you and the guy behind you insist on going your own way and want to destroy the iron factory to the end, I, Luo Xin, will lead my subordinates to check all the financial and tax accounts in recent years, and come to collect taxes one by one!"

"How much you have swallowed, I will let you spit it out!"

At the end of the sentence, his voice was exhausted, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart hard!

There is no other way.

He doesn't have the superior military strength of the Lord Priest, he doesn't have the status of the Lord of the City, and he doesn't have the right to mobilize the guards. He is just a humble civil servant, and even this last bit of resistance is learned from Shen Qingze .

Luo Xin knew that when he said this, he was against the nobles in the whole city, but he had no choice.

This is his battlefield.

Putting his life on the line and dragging the city lord and the chief priest back to preside over the overall situation is the only effort he can make.

Luo Xin pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes were filled with calmness as if death was at home.

The entire chamber was stunned!

Everyone looked at him in shock, as if they had never known Luo Xin before, even the dogs in the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion knew that Lord Luo Xin was the most kind-tempered among several officials, and would never easily offend anyone.

Berg, who was holding the winning streak, opened his mouth wide open. For a moment, he didn't know whether to be angry at his ignorance of current affairs, or laugh at his mantis.

The surrounding area was completely silent, and the drop of a needle could be heard.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Berghol stood up, laughing angrily, almost poking his finger on the bridge of Losing's nose, "Who do you think you are? Chief Losing, do you know how much you weigh yourself?" A few taels? Don’t make mistakes on the spur of the moment!”

Luo Xin said what he wanted to say in his heart, but now he calmed down. He shrugged his thick shoulders and said with a smile: "To tell you the truth, I know very well that my weight is 250 catties. Your Excellency With a small body, I'm afraid it really won't be able to withstand my pressure."

"You—" Berg's face turned green with anger.

Fan Mizhou had a headache, stood up and pressed Luo Xin's shoulder: "Officer Luo, now it's just a conflict between the miners and the iron factory, let's not drag it too far. Don't be impulsive, let's sit down and discuss together."

"How can we still discuss?" Luo Xin said with a sullen face, "If you continue to discuss, it will be too late!"

"Okay, okay, I hope Chief Luo Xin will do what he said, and don't regret it!" Berg squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Last time, with the support of the priest and the guards, you thought this trick would be successful ? You are just a tax official, who gave you the courage?"

"I gave it."

An unhurried voice suddenly came from outside, completely breaking the tension in the meeting hall, and resounding clearly in everyone's ears.

The visitor walked calmly and silently, and the pure white emperor priest's sacrificial robe slowly dragged across the dark red carpet, the star buckle on the waist was shining with silver light, and the silver tassels hanging from the shoulders swayed slightly with a steady rhythm.

Shen Qingze's face was solemn, his eyes were as deep as the sea, after saying these three words, he remained silent.

He slowly looked around for a week, taking a panoramic view of everyone's different expressions.

Shen Qingze didn't speak, didn't laugh, and didn't have the anger that everyone secretly expected.

He looked at everyone calmly, and just standing there indifferently seemed to carry an invisible pressure and aura, crushing everyone's hearts.

The author has something to say: I was wrong! !Even later!

Zeze is going to hang upside down on the golden hook today!