Loran Hill began to carefully recall the boy's experience and the possible doubts in his heart.
"Perhaps, parents also have their considerations."
Loran Hill began to explain to Pullman the difficulties of adult life. Not only did they have to support their families, but the nobles and merchants were so powerful that even if they appealed, it would be in vain. They also had to consider the future survival of their only son, Pullman, and so on.
But the boy was still a little dissatisfied. He could not accept such a result. The progress showed that it was stuck at 26%.
Loran Hill also understood that such a gentle explanation was not enough to convince the other party, and she would probably find it difficult to listen to it.
Then tell him the cruel truth.
“Because you have no power.”
The girl stirred the fire, added a few dry branches, and watched the dying flames grow bigger.
The boy was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head again.
"Yes, I can't beat that noble."
"No, that's not the strength I'm talking about. That noble isn't productive, so his body probably isn't as strong as yours. One-on-one, you should be stronger than him."
"What does that mean?"
"Have you ever wondered why some people, without doing anything, possess more wealth than you, allowing them to act with impunity, oppressing and plundering others?"
"I, I don't know."
A question that he had never thought about before appeared in the boy's mind.
"Their fields are cultivated by civilians, their clothes are woven by civilians, their food is taken care of by civilians, and they use civilians as guards to protect them. Why can they do this?"
"Because they gave money?" the boy hesitated for a moment and answered.
"Where does their money come from?" the girl asked.
"Their money..." The boy began to desperately recall what he had seen and heard in his short life.
"Their money comes from taxes, rent, and your labor and production for them." The girl answered for Pullman.
"Yes." But there seemed to be something wrong, and Pullman couldn't put his finger on it.
"Let's put aside the issue of collecting taxes and rents. Don't you find it strange that the common people work for them and they give them money?"
"Why are they getting richer and richer, even without having to work?"
"Maybe it's because labor produces more money?" The boy answered in confusion, and then progress began to move forward.
Loran Hill secretly praised and began to recall the era in his memory. Countless people worked hard, even working overtime for 996 without any entertainment, but why couldn't they afford to buy a house?
"Yes, this deal isn't entirely fair. You produced more money, and they only gave you a portion."
"this....."
"But is it really that simple? Why don't the common people produce it themselves?"
The boy had no idea of the answer at this point. Yes, why not?
"Because they have resources that ordinary people don't have. These resources can be many things, such as a cow, a shop, a special relationship, or even some kind of power."
"You don't have these scarce and necessary things, so you have to rely on them, so they can make this unfair deal."
"Yes." The boy's voice was a little low.
"Can they always be like this? Can poor people like me just work for them forever?"
"It's not always like this. Maintaining such behavior requires good order, provided that everyone is reasonable."
"You've probably heard of robbers. They're the kind of unreasonable people who take everything from you and give you nothing."
"So, they will use part of their money to hire guards. Even though these guards don't engage in production and don't generate money, they can ensure the long-term existence of their interests."
The boy seemed to understand a lot, but also seemed to understand nothing. The world appeared before him in an unprecedented way.
I watched the progress on the system advance to 68% and then stopped.
Loran Hill sighed slightly in his heart, it seemed that he had to finish the story.
"They have gold coins in their hands, and they only use 10 gold coins to hire guards. Why don't these guards steal from the guards?"
Loran Hill's voice gradually became formal.
"Why don't you defeat the guards hired for 10 gold coins and grab the gold coins?"
"Because the Kingdom is the last guardian of order, those who violate the laws and institutions will be suppressed, exterminated, and executed."
"Why does the Kingdom protect these people even when they do evil? Why do they tolerate each other? Why isn't the law on your side?"
"Because they are the masters of this country. They are the nobles and wealthy businessmen, not you common people."
"Of course, they want to protect the interests of their class."
"Even if you kill this noble, as long as this environment exists, this kind of thing will happen again and again."
Having said that, Loran Hill paused for a moment, waiting for the boy to think slowly.
Pullman was silent for a long time before slowly asking.
"I still don't understand. Is it really so unfair? Will it always be like this?"
"The state, to some extent, is the embodiment of a just order. If justice is lost, the foundation of the state will be destroyed."
"You want to ask me how to change all this? That is to build a country where everyone is equal, a country that is fair and just, wise and firm, rich and powerful."
In his previous life, Loran Hill took the science college entrance examination and studied engineering. He was not very good at Marxism-Leninism.
Fortunately, this nation, built through struggle and hardship, has clearly written the art of slaying dragons into every middle school student's textbook. It clearly teaches every citizen where this nation came from, how it was built, what mistakes we have made, and how to resolve these conflicts.
Maybe it is not perfect and there are still many problems, but its greatness cannot be denied. Our warriors and their sacred faith will never be erased.
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