Chapter 651: The Self-Proof of the Slaves (2)

The three people who chose to weave items unique to Huaxia, although a bit slow in speed, were all people who worked in this field; everyone could see at a glance how capable they were, so the crowd had already tacitly agreed that the technical level of these few people was quite good, and with a bit more practice, they would be able to reach the same level as them completely.

As for the rest of the people, their levels were basically about the same; weaving simple things was no problem, but they were temporarily unable to do anything with greater difficulty, though there was still one among them who, despite choosing to weave what he was familiar with, still had a very solid technique.

So, after the day's work ended, the person in charge of the Bamboo Weaving Factory immediately announced to them: "You three, and you, you few people, your technical level is up to standard. I will report to those above later to see if your status can be changed to tenant farmers. As for the rest of you, although your level is also acceptable, here with us, it is still not enough, so your status will remain as Slave, and this will not change."

"However, being a Slave here is still quite good. You are protected from the wind and rain, the food is not bad, and you will not lack for drink. Every day you just do this work, it is not very tiring, right? It is much better than working in other places. Besides, even in your original tribe, could you have such a good life as we have here?"

The Slaves who were not chosen felt very dejected, but upon hearing the Factory Manager's explanation, at least their survival was completely guaranteed. Aside from their low status, it seemed it was indeed better than wandering in the Yanhu Tribe, or even when they were in the Jiangshui Tribe. Thinking of it this way, they felt much better.

As for the four people who were chosen, they were very excited. They would no longer be Slaves, but they did not understand what a tenant farmer was, so they had to ask the Factory Manager.

For the sake of their work enthusiasm, the Factory Manager naturally explained to them earnestly: "In Huaxia, the status of a tenant farmer is no different from that of an ordinary person, only that they are poor. You do not have your own land, you do not have your own house, and everything must be earned through labor. Here, for every item you weave, we will give you a certain amount of grain, which will not only allow you to eat your fill but also save some."

"You can use this saved grain to exchange for land and houses, and then you will be the same as them, no longer a tenant farmer."

The four people excitedly knelt on the ground, unable to believe it: "We can have our own land and houses? Isn't this the wealth of the Tribal Chief?"

Everyone laughed happily, and the Factory Manager also suppressed his smile to explain to them, because in other tribes, there is no concept of having one's own land, as they have no use for land; not many tribes would go to farm.

"Land certainly exists; most people here have it. I know some tenant farmers have already exchanged for their own land. The concept of land here is different from that of other tribes. Our land can grow food, which means that even if you do not rely on the tribe, you can obtain food for yourself."

"Houses are the same. You have seen it all along the way, right? Perhaps among the houses you saw, some of them belong to them." The Factory Manager pointed at the Workers who had already finished their shift but had not yet gone home and were still watching the excitement.

A look of yearning immediately appeared on the faces of those four people, while the other Slaves' expressions became even uglier, because all of this had nothing to do with them.

In order not to delay everyone's time to get off work, the Factory Manager stopped talking and said directly to them: "Alright, I cannot explain these things to you in a short while. Besides, I am not a person from the Ministry of Revenue, and this matter is not under my jurisdiction. You just work hard here; after a long time, you will understand everything."

"Then you do not need to go back. You come over in a moment, and I will register the tag hanging on your neck. Later, I will take it to the Ministry of Revenue, and your status can be completely fixed."

"Then you four will live with the other tenant farmers in our factory. They still have empty beds there, enough for you to live in. If you have anything you do not understand, just ask them."

"As for you Slaves, I will arrange a place for you to live. Later, I will send someone over to teach you the rules here."

"You do not need to worry about eating and such. In your current state, you cannot go to eat; you are dirty and unwelcome. Clean yourselves up, change into clothes, and then come back. I will have the canteen save a little more for you. Have someone take you to collect daily necessities."

"Alright, that is all. Everyone, off work."

The Factory Manager clapped his hands, and the Workers who had labored for a day stood up from the ground one after another, supporting their waists. Feeling their waists sore and buttocks numb, they performed a full-body stretch before saying goodbye one by one and heading home.

The newcomers were watching in great shock. They were shocked by the mental outlook of these Huaxia people—vitality, spirit, just like the sun, not like them, dead and lifeless, as if they could not go on living every day.

Moreover, they could treat their leader very easily, their behavior not so humble, just quite respectful, and this leader was also very kind, not loudly scolding or even hitting them.

The Factory Manager beckoned to the few people with his hand, letting them follow him, and then they arrived at another room. The Factory Manager walked straight in, but the interior was extremely special; the orderly and luxurious furnishings and all the strange things made these people stop in their tracks, not daring to step inside.

The two people standing at the door, when the Factory Manager was about to enter, pushed the door open first, then lowered their heads and stood outside the door, standing very straight without speaking.

However, their exquisite attire, rosy complexions, and equally clean appearance all made these people afraid to get close, feeling that they might also be some incredible people. They even felt they were more impressive than the Workers who sat on the ground and worked with them.

The Factory Manager sat back at his desk and rummaged for a while, finding a few Office Notes, then beckoned to the outside of the door: "Come, you four come in first."

Those four people were timid, yet they still stepped onto the flat, smooth wooden floor without a single speck of dust with their dirty feet. They were all walking on tiptoe at this moment; if they could fly, they would definitely choose to fly, because the black marks left on the floor instantly made their hearts extremely terrified.

The Factory Manager fiddled under the desk, took out an Incense Pill, then blew on a Fire Tinder, lit the Incense Pill, and put it into a ceramic Incense Burner. After all, the area of his office was a bit small, unlike the factory building where people stood so far apart and the air circulation was good; if he did not light an Incense Pill, he might find it hard to stay in his office for too long himself.

The incense culture and craftsmanship of Huaxia were also constantly improving. Many different spices were discovered, and many medicines themselves also had fragrance. Not many could be made into Incense Pills, and ordinary people could not afford to use Incense Pills either. Everyone mostly used small woven bamboo balls filled with some fragrant Grass to carry around. Wealthy families would also use small Silk sachets, and all of these were concocted by Baifeng to earn the surplus wealth from the hands of the Nobles and wealthy families.