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"I heard from Mrs. Madeleine from the fish market that they kicked out tens of thousands of soldiers. Her nephew was one of them. He just came back by train last week and he hasn't found a job yet. Many of those people didn't get their money. Even though they have received full pay, they still haven’t received anything. The army only issued them IOUs, saying that they were asked to use the IOUs to get their pay from the local government. Many soldiers have served for too long, their homes are gone, and there are no jobs here. Give it to them, now that the money has been spent, they will hang out with those paupers."

"They are poor people to begin with. I have never heard of any soldiers who have any money left." The cooks shook their heads with disdain and started to move to coordinate the dishes.

Qiao Mani was very embarrassed when he heard it. He felt that these people were talking about him.

After loading the dishes, one of the cooks put down the bucket, closed the lid, and turned to look at the groom: "This is not right. We only have a few soldiers in Sasha City, and they have all returned?"

"Who knows, but there are some foreigners coming with them."

"Mansis? Mirenti? Or Tallinn?"

The groom turned his head and fished out a piece of meat from the pot he was in charge of to try whether it was raw or cooked. He said vaguely: "It's those people from the colony, Laurent, Edom and so on."

The chefs leaned on the stove and made a haughty judgment: "Are they considered a country? I have never heard that they also have civilization."

"Why don't you forget it? The announcement issued by Her Majesty the Queen also calls them so-and-so citizens."

The groom and the cook got into an argument over whether colonial countries were countries. Each expressed his or her own opinion, showing some of the virtues of ancient scholars who were willing to defend the truth to death.

Joe Mani was not in the mood to listen to their quarrel and have fun. The kingdom's disarmament made him think more.

He also served as a soldier and then came back, but the situation was different from when he was discharged from the army - of course it was not that soldiers could not get money. This kind of thing was still very common. It was like this during the Luolun War, Lieutenant and above to get all the money.

The real problem is that it's the wrong season.

The army will be reduced in October. Taking into account the distance traveled and rest and injuries, these retired soldiers will probably not be able to recover until November.

In winter, there is nothing to do in many places.

Even farmers rarely go to the fields in winter, but do part-time work. The soldiers have nothing to do now that they have to disarm and return to the field, but the extra talk is real.

It doesn’t matter that soldiers who apply for discharge alone cannot find a job after leaving the army. After all, they are a minority, and most soldiers who apply for discharge on their own initiative have already figured out how to make a living.

And if it is a mass disarmament, the army usually sends these soldiers away in spring or autumn. This is a good time to sow or harvest crops. Whether it is food or cash crops, manpower is urgently needed, and the returning soldiers are also looking for jobs. , think of ways to save some money.

It's different now.

A group of poor people with military literacy and mental illness were demobilized in the winter, and anyone with a brain knew what would happen.

Sasha is a handicraft city and even retains many relatively primitive occupations.

This unique environment relies on the surrounding land being suitable for planting, and there is almost no cost to transport food here from the countryside. This is how we can maintain this "leisure" and "retro".

People who are in urgent need of work and have not mastered the craft cannot survive here, and the Kingdom of Dorne only recruits soldiers among young people. When they should be apprentices to develop skills, they go to the army to learn how to kill, but when they come back, they have no use for them. Excessive existence.

When such people are paired with foreign workers from the colonies who are willing to accept low wages to get jobs, Qiao simply cannot imagine how low the security level in his hometown will drop in the future.

Misfortune is contagious.

Even if those soldiers were from the same hometown as him, he would not trust them.

"Are the army chiefs mentally rotten?" Joe cursed in a low voice. He didn't want Sasha City to become like other big cities, with hundreds of people lining up in front of each workhouse, and corpse collection teams organized in winter. Freeze-to-death zombies.

During the military parade in the Royal City many years ago, the tragic situation in Yaxin East District had been etched in his mind.

Money has created a hell in the capital of the richest country on the continent.

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Seeing the people pushing through the door, the grooms and cooks immediately became quiet.

Joe Mani's hand holding the spatula stopped. He looked up and saw Father Petty standing there.

The priest's blond hair was shining, and his blue eyes were lively. His eyes first glanced over the pots and bowls, and then looked at the people.

"How long until breakfast today?"

The person in charge of the kitchen patted his chest and assured: "Dear Father, we have tried to advance the cooking time as much as possible today, and it will be delivered to the restaurant in less than ten minutes."

Stew and bread were breakfast in the workhouse.

"This is good."

Peidi nodded with satisfaction, but when he saw the groom timidly raising his hand, he asked him to speak.

"Father Petty, we may not have enough money," the groom said sadly. "There have been more and more people being assisted recently. Although the room is still enough, the food consumption is far higher than last month. If we cannot reduce the quality or quantity of the ingredients, we will spend all the budget in the middle of the month."

"Is that so?" Petty looked at Joe. He didn't pay much attention to the visitors to the workhouse, so it was Joe who took care of this part of the account.

Joe Mani reported the data he knew: "It is indeed the case. Although we purchase supplies at wholesale prices, the number of people queuing up at the door waiting for relief has nearly doubled recently, and the wholesale prices are not very good. St. Because of the close distance, a lot of poor people from Talos Parish came here. Last month, a gentleman donated 300 pounds, but he was taken away by the military before the dean could tell us how to withdraw the money."

The priest's smile remained unchanged, but his hand kept touching the cross necklace.

The staff looked at the priest, waiting for him to make a decision.

Peidi did not answer directly, but asked another question: "Have the number of orphans accepted by the art school increased?"

"No," Joe answered.

The people who come to Sasha City now are all adults. Their age determines that they enter the workhouse instead of the workhouse, although the effects of both institutions are not bad.

"Then you find a way to settle the accounts and reduce the meal fee in the almshouse here." The priest asked: "As for where the dean hid the savings, I will ask."

The fatter and more senior cook was dissatisfied with this decision. He widened his eyes and said, "Father, shouldn't we lower the meal fee in the studio first? There's no need for those lazy brats to eat so much." If they are sent to foster homes, it will cost more money.”

After all, he is the person in charge here, and he still knows how much food there is.

Because the studio also came here to dine, he calculated the expenses of the children.

For a period of time, there were fewer children in the school, but the amount of food consumed increased. He thought the director of the studio was playing a trick to increase his income, but he couldn't figure out what kind of benefits the prepared food could get in this closed institution.

After much deliberation, I can only explain that the children really ate the food.

Those consumption are almost catching up with adults.

There’s no doubt that cutting back on meal costs starts there.

Pei Ti had no intention of continuing the discussion.

"Give children more food so they can be useful in the future. At this age, they deserve more mercy," he said. "You cooperate well and bring the dishes to the restaurant as soon as possible for distribution. You should also pay attention to the cleanliness of the kitchen and don't spit here."

The fat cook secretly put his feet on the place where he had just spat to cover it.

"Make sure the walls are intact and don't let mice burrow in."

"We are all watching, there must be no such thing." The fat chef assured.

As soon as he finished speaking, a black mouse swaggered across the ground and stood at Father Petty's feet.

The air froze.