Ruoyin lifted the curtain.

He stretched his neck and looked forward.

I can't understand what's going on.

I only saw a bunch of people.

I also heard noisy sounds.

So she and the Fourth Master got off the carriage.

As a result, Ruoyin was stunned by the situation in front of her.

I saw a dark group of people in front of me, like dense ants, surrounding the road.

The crowd was filled with all the places around him where he could stay, and there was no end to see.

There is no place to settle down at all.

Not to mention that the carriage is going to pass through this, that is impossible.

After Su Peisheng stopped the horse, he said, "Master, I'll go ahead and ask, and see what's going on."

The Fourth Master said "yes" lightly, which was accurate.

After a while, Su Peisheng frowned and came back.

He just heard him say, "Master, why are there so many people in front of me? When I inquired, there were more than 20,000 people gathered there."

"Who are they?" asked the Fourth Master.

"Isn't Suzhou's textile industry more developed?" Su Peisheng pointed to the surrounding houses and said, "This area is full of cloth mills and silk weaving workshops. Those who gather are all this area of ​​kicking craftsmen and machinists, as well as various handicraftsmen. Because of their low wages, they are not only exploited and oppressed by Baotou in the workshop, but also..."

As he said this, he didn't dare to continue talking.

Seeing his desire to speak but stop, the Fourth Master ordered: "Say."

"They are also under strict control of the court." Su Peisheng lowered his head and did not dare to look into the Fourth Master's eyes when he spoke.

"The court? Why have you never heard of it?"

Ruoyin's eyes turned slightly.

It seems that in order to keep the black hat, the local government has concealed this bad situation.

"Then the slaves don't know. Anyway, according to the craftsmen, their resistance has never been interrupted in order to increase ICBC and improve their treatment. This time, it has happened several times. This time, it is the largest one in unison called recession."

"And the reason for this time was that a craftsman was fired after taking a few more days off to take care of his newly born wife at home. As the pillar of the family, he lost his job and financial resources. The craftsman was so angry that he committed suicide by jumping into the lake, which caused collective protests from everyone." Su Peisheng said.

Ruoyin didn't quite understand what it means to call Xie, so she asked, "It's called Xie?"

Su Peisheng explained: "The name Xie is Suzhou dialect, which means shouting the meaning of stopping work."

"Oh." Ruoyin understood now, it turned out to be a collective strike.

Like what Su Peisheng said, it was too common in the Qing Dynasty.

The slave nature of the Qing Dynasty was deeply rooted, and many slaves, servants, and workers had no guarantee of interest at all.

In order to earn money to support the family, many people work as cattle and horses for the nobles, day and night, but only receive pitiful ICBC.

I was worried all day long and was fired if I accidentally did.

This is quite light, and if it is a little serious, you will suffer from flesh and blood.

What's worse, if you are not careful, you will lose your life.

After hearing Su Peisheng's words, the Fourth Master's eyes fell into the dense crowd and walked towards the crowd.

Ruoyin and Su Peisheng followed together.

As I approached, I heard craftsmen holding banners and saying protesting words.

“Oppose no reason for firing!”

“And against oppression of craftsmen!”

“Oppose exploitation of craftsmen!”

Such protest slogans are so popular that there is a momentum of unstoppable people, and it is vast and magnificent.

The whole earth was trembling.

Ruoyin makes his eardrums tremble.

You know, there were more than 20,000 people protesting at the scene.

This attitude is half more than the last time she led women to protest.

But the order at the scene was no worse than that of her.

It can be described as neatly.

It can be seen that their purpose is only for profit and survival, and there is no intention of rioting, nor does it involve anything else.

Then, this must be a long-planned collective strike.

It is definitely not ordinary people who can plan more than 20,000 people so neatly and make more than 20,000 people obedient.

Ruoyin suddenly became a little curious about what kind of person the person behind the scenes was.

Just when Ruoyin was curious, a famous man wearing a black robe on the high ground on the right said loudly: "Those officials of the court ordered to pay more than tens or hundreds of taels of salary per month, and those officials of the ninth rank sesame have three taels of silver a month. Even those who are not as good as the official will have about two taels of silver a month."

"And most of us work for nine hours a day, which is a pitiful twenty cents less."

"One liter of rice costs ten cents per pound of noodles costs twenty cents on the market. This is not counted as oil and salt. The money for making clothes for cotton cloth and cotton is not enough to support ourselves after a day of hard work. How can we support our family?"

"Whenever something happens, the family will completely collapse."

"So, we must fight with the government and the court to the end this time."

"What we protested for is the fate of the working class of the Qing Dynasty!"

"Okay! Well said!" The crowd echoed.

Ruoyin was amazed at her tongue. Nine hours, that was eighteen hours.

In this way, there is only six hours of rest time a day.

Apart from eating and housework, I'm afraid there is only a pitiful three or four hours of sleep.

"Dou!Dou!Dou!"

There was a sound of stones hitting me somewhere.

Ruoyin looked up and saw that after the man said passionate words, he held an iron hammer in his hand, hammering a tall stone tablet one after another.

The stone tablet reads "The eternal ban on machining craftsman is called the shaman of the shaman."

Out of curiosity, Ruoyin casually asked the woman next to her: "Sister, how did this stone tablet come from?"

The woman looked at Ruoyin up and down and said, "Girl, you are from another place. This stone tablet was called "Xie" by us workers a few years ago. The stingy workshop Baotou public asked for help from the local government and asked the government to interfere. The government collected the contractor's money and forced us to resume work. For this reason, this "Yongban machiner is called "Xie"."

"Oh." Ruoyin nodded, indicating that she understood, "Who is the man on the Thresh Monument?

"He is the mechanic in our textile workshop. As long as there is a problem with this piece of machinery, he will not be able to repair it well. Moreover, his family used to open a martial arts school, but later it fell down. He became a mechanic. By the way, the workers this time called Xiao, which was also organized by him."

Upon hearing this, Ruoyin's eyes turned slightly, and then said to the woman: "Thank you for your advice."

When Ruoyin heard that the man was the organizer, she stretched her neck and looked at it carefully.

I saw the man holding a long black iron hammer weighing about fifty kilograms, and was still hammering the stone tablet.

The hammer body carved and floral print is very exquisite.

After a few hammers, the stone tablet was already shaking.
Chapter completed!