Early in the morning, Dewell climbed out of bed quietly, changed into a set of clothes he wore yesterday, left home quietly, and locked the door. As a Guarte living in the city of Otis, he was not ostracized by society as stated in letters from relatives living elsewhere. He wasn't sure how this kind of exclusion came about, or whether it really existed or was just an exaggeration by relatives.
Because he had never encountered such a problem in Otis City.
There is no lower town specifically for the Guarts to live here, nor is there an upper town for the Ogdin people to live in. All races in the entire city live together. Perhaps because of poverty, there is no problem of anyone looking down on anyone. Of course, it may also be due to the lack of competition. The pace of life in the entire city is so slow that it makes people want to sleep. Except for those who sit in front of their homes all day and sew blankets with their needlework, the remaining work is in the fields. Those jobs.
Take care of the wheat seedlings, water them every day, and occasionally discharge the fertilizer in the fields to increase soil fertility.
In a peaceful and peaceful life, people can find no reason or excuse to be hostile to each other, so here, everyone's status is about the same.
Dewell thought of the young man he met yesterday, who said that a Guarte church had been built near the center of the city, where the former kings and gods were served. Any Guarte could receive it there for free. Some food and clothes, which tempted him. I got up so early today just to see if I could get something early.
He crossed the street and greeted the acquaintances around him in a friendly and enthusiastic manner. After walking for about ten minutes, he finally arrived outside the Kingdom Church that the young man mentioned. At this time, there were already many people queuing outside the door. He even saw a few Ogdin people who were not Guartes also queuing up. He didn't say anything about it, but quietly walked to the end of the line.
"You know? I heard that they give out food and other things every week, maybe some eggs, maybe some clothes or furniture, I really don't know why they do this?", the two people standing in front of Dewell While talking about this matter, he felt it was indeed a bit strange.
The church also came here to develop believers, but unfortunately they only lasted for a year and then left this place. They even demolished the church and took away all the sculptures and stained glass inside. It is said that they said that the believers here are greedy and they only want to take without giving anything. One of the bishops also said that this is a place not watched by God.
So how long can this group of people and their hometown associations hold on
With this question in mind, Dewell walked into the church with ten pounds of wheat kernels and a brand new dress. The church is in good order. Although the statues of the past kings and gods they promoted have not yet been erected, there are already some paintings on the walls, which can make up for these problems.
A young man stood on the stage, looking at something with a frown. Dewell chose a place close to him and sat down, and greeted the acquaintances around him.
When the church was almost full, the door was closed and the young man raised his head.
He is young and looks like a big shot. The chatter in the church gradually died down, and everyone's eyes were focused on this young man, wanting to see what he had to say. After all, everyone took a lot of things from him. If he saves a few pounds of wheat kernels and grinds them into thick wheat kernel porridge, the family can survive for three to five days, or even longer.
As for clothes, there is not much need for them. Most people walking on the street are wearing old clothes. Compared with these clothes, Dewell thought it might be more appropriate to give some fabrics.
These people are looking at Du Lin, and Du Lin is also looking at these people. He is a little helpless now, because he doesn't know what he wants to say. The social atmosphere in Otis City is very good, everyone is friendly, and there are no obvious divisions of classes and levels. This has led to the assimilation of the local Guart people far more than in other places. Here they felt the reality of the politicians' propaganda that "we are all citizens of the empire", which also made Dulin feel a little troubled.
If a person lives in a society without obvious racial conflicts or class conflicts, and has no dissatisfaction with his own situation, it will be very difficult to unite these people. In the world of his dreams, there is a saying called "No desire, then strength." To put it simply, I don't want to get anything from you, so I'm not afraid of losing what I don't have.
He sighed, closed some documents, looked at the people in the church, pursed his lips, and found an idea - a dream.
"Hello everyone, I am Dulin, and I am also the newly appointed mayor. Like everyone here, I am also a Guarte!" It was a very ordinary opening statement, and the applause was not very warm. He pointed at someone at random. , asked: "What is your dream?"
Dewell stood up a little surprised. He thought for a while and then said hesitantly: "I'm very sorry, sir, I don't know what my ideals are."
Du Lin had the urge to slap him in the face. What's the point of living if you don't even have an ideal
He smiled and said, "This shows that you are very satisfied with your current life. I think this is also the generally accepted view, right?" Many people nodded. There is a handicraft job to support the family, both adults and children. Can do it. When it comes to food and drink, a little wasteland outside the city can satisfy the family's food and drink needs. They really don't have anything they desperately want. Du Lin walked back to the hosting platform, knowing what to say next.
In front of everyone, he took out a roll of money from his pocket. Although he didn't like rolling up the money, cash and other things seemed to be kept for him. The guy liked to roll up the money and use it. It is wrapped in cowhide silk, and it is very troublesome to pack it into rolls. Especially when placed in a pocket, it will bulge and affect the appearance.
At this time, he no longer noticed those things. The circle in his pocket was full of twenty yuan, which was also the main denomination circulating in the upper class society. He took out one of them, then took out a lighter and lit that one. Amid people's exclamations and discussions, the banknotes finally turned into ashes after holding on for a minute, and were stepped on by Du Lin. Immediately afterwards, Dulin took out another twenty-dollar bill, showed some in front of everyone, and then lit a lighter.
That’s twenty dollars! You know, they may not have this kind of money even after working for a month, but they were burned like this? Many people can't sit still. They can burn the money, so why not give it to me? An Ogdin man stood up and licked his lips, "Mr. Mayor, if you plan to burn the banknote in your hand, could you give it to me?"
This was not a request arranged by Du Lin. He thought he might have to burn a few more banknotes before someone would come forward.
He shook his head with a smile, continued to light the banknotes in his hand, watched the banknotes turn into ashes amidst people's exclamations, and took out another one.
If everyone was just a little surprised when the two pictures were burned before, then they are shocked now!
"Mr. Mayor..."
Dulin looked at him and shook his head, "You are wrong, and there are two points. The first point, when I stand here today, I am not the mayor, but Dulin, a Guarte. The second point, It is very impolite for you to participate in a gathering of Guartes even though you are not a Guarte." When he finished speaking, Gina came to his side and pointed to him with a smile. small door.
The guy held his bag of wheat kernels and clothes angrily, and left the church unhappily under the supervision of Kena. At the same time, he invited other Ogdin people who had sneaked in to take advantage.
Du Lin looked at the Guart man before, pointed at him and asked: "Do you have the same idea as the gentleman just now, I burned the money, why not give it to others?"
Dewell stood up again and nodded repeatedly, "Yes sir, you lost it, why don't you use it to help some people in need?"
Du Lin replied with a half-smile: "Because this is my money!" Before others could think about the meaning behind this sentence, he directly spread out the roll of money and lit it all on fire. Ninety-eight pictures, two thousand dollars minus forty dollars, turned into ashes when people were so shocked that they even temporarily lost their ability to express themselves in words.
He clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Because this is my money, I have the right to choose where it will end up. Whether it is to give it to a certain person or burn it, it is up to me to make the decision!"
"I can give this money to one of you, or I can divide it among all of you, but why should I do this?" Dulin left the podium and walked to the side of the host's podium, his scrutinizing eyes on The faces of those who had just come back to their senses were scanned one by one, "Because of what? Who can answer me?"
No one could answer his question, and the church fell into a brief silence. Dulin took a deep breath, took two steps, and said in a slightly higher tone: "Because I have money but I am not willing to give it to you." , that’s why.”
"Actually, when this gentleman... I'm sorry, may I ask your name..." Dulin smiled apologetically, and then continued: "Actually, when Mr. Dewell said that he had no pursuit, I didn't think it was funny. I just feel sad, not just for him, but for everyone here!”
Still in Cavan
(End of chapter)