The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria’s Mandate of Heaven

【War court and knee pillow, Austria's destiny】【】

Silesia, Katowice city.

The mansion of Mr. Philpot’s family is so tall that it can almost stand shoulder to shoulder with several churches in the city. Standing on the highest point and looking down, you can see the old city and the crowd in the distance. highest point. Spring is here, and according to the usual practice in previous years, weavers lined up to deliver the finished products tremblingly.

It's just that these people's status and identities determine that they are not qualified to enter through the main entrance, and can only walk through the small gate on the side. After entering the courtyard, the iconic main house and a small house next to it can be seen. Through the glass window, you can see that the wooden frame is full of woven cotton and linen.

In other words,,,..version. 】

There is a long table in the room, where the weavers will neatly place and spread out the finished fabrics they have woven, and then the experienced master craftsmen will be responsible for inspection.

The master's name is Bent Jung. Before he put the reading glasses on the eye sockets, he talked about how to wear a monocle. whether it is passed.

Afterwards, according to the classification of first, second and third grades, they will be handed over to the apprentice next to him. After the apprentice checks the cloth again, he will put the cloth on the scale and report the weight. number.

The weather outside was hot and the cicadas were constantly singing, but the inside of the house was not affected. Except for the accountant's voice reading accounts from time to time, and occasional crying, the house was enveloped in a strangely quiet atmosphere most of the time.

The weavers in the house looked like a group of walking dead with blank faces, with dull eyes, sad faces, hunched backs, and legs that could not stand upright, and they looked so anxious and painful in front of the examiner, as if they were Like a father waiting for a child to be born.

Bent Jung seems to enjoy the pleasure of playing with their psychology. He always deliberately ranks the goods as third-class products to embarrass the other party, and then puts on an expression of almost despair, and then puts them back In the original position, accept the other party's gratitude with peace of mind.

Although Bent Jung was once a weaver, he is no longer one of the servile "beggars". Bent Jung knew well what the lowly people feared and dreaded, and always found the right moment to bully them, so he was highly appreciated by Master Philpot.

The members of the weavers also include women, but most of them seem to be in poor physical condition, either with flat chests, constant coughing, or pale faces. Even young girls lack the charming temperament that normal girls should have, leaving people with an impression. The deepest impression is probably only the disgusting complexion and the withered and abrupt figure.

At that time, Prussia and Austria not only had different silver content in their currencies, but also had different currency values. In fact, Bavaria, Saxony, Hanover, and Baden all had their own mints, but this book only mentions Prussia and Austria.

Prussia: 1 British pound = 12 shields = 6 Kingdom Thaler = 36 Groschen Prussia's Groschen is a silver coin, while Austria's Groschen is a bronze coin, so there is a big price gap. =360 Finney Prussian Finney uses nickel, while Austrian Finney uses copper, so the price is different

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A weaver's monthly income was usually 57 kingdom thalers, which some would say did not amount to 150 florins a year. In fact, weavers usually have other ways to make money, including but not limited to helping others herd sheep, collecting firewood in the forest, raising livestock and poultry, and collecting excrement, etc.

At that time, feces were very valuable fertilizers, and picking up feces was not uncommon.

"Sir, can I advance a few copper coins? My family needs money too much!" said a woman with a pale face.

"I also need money. It would be great if someone gave me a few hundred Kingdom Thalers!" Bent said sarcastically.

"Sir, I really need money, please be kind for God's sake." The woman said with a slightly weeping tone.

"Hey! Don't cry! Let me tell you, I don't care about this kind of thing, you go and talk to Mr. Philpot face to face." Bent's tone was slightly mocking without any compassion. The situation has long been commonplace, and usually as long as you send it to the boss, the other party will take the initiative to shut up.

"Then can I see Master Philpot?" The woman was still reluctant.

Bent cast a very displeased glance, and then snorted coldly.

"You don't even look at what you are! Master Philpot has no time to see you! Go! Go! Go!"

"Please sir, for God's sake..." the woman begged.

"Your stuff is only worth 5 thalers, and when God comes it's worth 5 thalers! I said it! Now you either walk away with five thalers! Or give your money back and get out with your **** !"

Hearing Bent's words, the woman was silent for a long time and finally chose to leave silently.

"Just a few words made that guy shut her stinking mouth, really you are Mr. Bent!"

"You are really sophisticated!"

"Don't feel guilty, Mr. Bent. I've heard that woman is a whore, and she's a lie!"

"Just like her, my boars won't choose her when they are in heat!"

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The apprentices and weavers in the house were tirelessly praising Bunter while belittling the poor woman.

Even if they are at the same bottom, it does not prevent them from laughing at those who share the same illness as themselves. The strong prey on the weak, praising the high and trampling the low seems to have been engraved into the genes of this group of people.

This poor woman's family has three children and a husband who has a broken leg and needs to support her. This delivery only allowed her to be paid five kingdoms of thalers, and after deducting the money for purchasing raw materials, there was only one thaler left. Eighteen Finny.

Even if the money is used to buy the cheapest feed potatoes, the family of five cannot survive a month.

Feed potatoes refer to potatoes that are not good in appearance and taste, but have a high yield, and are specially used to feed livestock.

In fact, I didn't find out what it was, but it was a very cheap food anyway.

The woman came home sad and sad, and her children were very excited, because it was pay day, which usually meant that they had a good meal.

Two boys, one girl, the oldest boy is five years old and his name is Tommy. When the children opened the package in the woman's hand and found those strange-looking potatoes inside, they inevitably sighed in disappointment.

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But soon they smiled again. After all, in the hearts of these children, there is nothing happier than staying with their mothers.

While the woman was away from home, five-year-old Tommy and four-year-old daughter Ellie were helping with spinning. This made the woman terrified, she slapped her daughter on the face, and the girl sat down on the ground in a daze.

Then, the woman anxiously checked the condition of the cloth. You must know that their family’s wages for the next month will depend on these linens. Mr. Bent’s eyes are notoriously vicious, and it is basically impossible to tease him.

Once there are flaws, the grade of the entire cloth will drop, and the previous hard work will be in vain.

That kind of situation didn't happen at all, thanks to Ellie being a very smart and capable girl, the cloth she wove was even better than that of her mother.

The woman hugged her daughter and cried bitterly. At this time, the man with a swollen forehead and bruises on his face came back. When he saw his wife crying bitterly while holding the children, he shed tears unconsciously.

"Evra, I'm sorry, I'm an incompetent husband, and my relatives won't lend me money to this cripple, and they don't have a job for me..."

The man choked up when he said this. He was a veteran who participated in the Polish uprising, but was expelled by the army because he refused to carry out the command of the chief to burn down civilian houses.

Evra said sadly when she heard the man's words.

"This is how we live!"

The man's clenched fist was almost bleeding, he gritted his teeth and said word by word.

"Go to Austria, and I will protect you." The man hugged and kissed the forehead of the woman and the child.