Demon Lord 3

A family of two has to do these jobs, and a family of ten has to do these jobs too. It would be better to have more children, especially more boys, so that we can have such labor force! I asked them about their situation, especially how the people in their family distributed labor, and whether it was the result of men farming and women weaving. It didn't mean that they didn't need to get those clothes. The old clothes or dirty clothes and tattered clothes left over from the people in the city could be sold here for mending and wearing. There was no need to make new clothes to see leftovers from other people's clothes throughout the year. In fact, although those clothes were worn out by the city people and were no longer needed, they would be sold here for a lot of money. Only people with licenses could buy those things and then sell them to the rural people. Suddenly I understood that it seemed that the middlemen made a profit from the price difference. Those unscrupulous vendors also took these unwanted clothes to give to the poor people. After listening to it, I couldn't suppress my anger for a long time. The rural people here also wanted to ask us for some money. I thought about it and took out the money from my pocket. This family had a total of 12 children, four of whom were daughters and eight were sons. The family was considered very wealthy, not particularly poor, but when I looked carefully, there was only one house. I asked if the daughter could live in the big house after getting married? After a long time without anyone answering me, I suddenly understood. It's like when a daughter gets married, even if they have their own house, if they have more children, the family will still be so crowded. They say it's better to stay together, because they're afraid the children will all be scattered and married, leaving no one at home. Hearing this, I became curious about their rules and regulations. Besides having more children, each person can work less, so they can plow all the land. After they finish plowing, aren't they self-sufficient? They shook their heads and said no, they don't have the right to eat what they grow, but they have to give it to the government. If there's any left, they can eat it themselves. I figured it out: they have a quota, and they have to give that quota to the government in order to be self-sufficient. By the time they have left for themselves, there's actually not much left, so they have to eat what's about to rot in the fields. I asked if they could sell it to others, but they said they don't have enough to eat themselves, so how could they sell it? Besides, they don't have the right to do so. If they sell these things privately, they might be killed by those who film them, and perhaps even implicate other people in the village. I understand what they mean. It's like the idea of ​​killing nine generations of your clan. If you make a mistake, your relatives and friends will suffer as well. You can't even be buried in your ancestral graves, after all, those people still hate you! We visited a few more families and counted them here. There are almost a million people in total. If they all went into the city, there would be a million beggars. But I still didn't count one thing: many people don't have real household registration. At most, we count those who can be counted, and many people are busy working below the surface. Hearing this, I was curious about this. They said that in fact, every household has the same amount of land to cultivate every day, but the quota is different, based on the number of people. So sometimes, if the daughters don't work hard enough, the younger ones will hide the children and lie about their age, cultivating several acres of land for each year of their life. That way, the children can work by the time they are ten years old. Before nightfall, we returned and squeezed into this one house. The villagers there were quite happy, especially the one who took us in. We had paid them money, but they told us that if we stayed out at night, we might be taken away by wild animals. I know, maybe this is all foolish, but when we came here, we had to do as the Romans do. Later, we asked them where those so-called geniuses were taken. When they heard about the genius, they also became interested. They said that their village had a genius two years ago. When they were here, they seemed out of place. They studied very well and were very smart. They always thought this child was a child prodigy. Later, he was selected for the gifted class. After that, no one knew where he went. They said that the family was exempted from the three-year ration, and they didn't have to teach twice or work the land anymore. It was just three years of free money. My younger siblings could grow up for two more years, and my parents wouldn't have to work so hard. The food they grew in these three years would be self-sufficient. They also planned to save some of the crops to sell to others.