Jewish capitalists bribed the mayor of Nuremberg and made prison inmates work for them.
Salary...of course there is no salary.
The value created by the prisoners will be divided up by Nuremberg and Jewish capitalists, and what will eventually fall into the hands of the prisoners may only be half a cup of milk for each meal?
A large number of work sheds were built on the lawn next to the castle, and Jewish capitalists purchased expensive foot-operated sewing machines from the Ming Dynasty.
These sewing machines were transported to Nuremberg Prison, and all prisoners were required to work and complete the targets set above.
Amidst the noisy sound of the machine, Gandalf drew lines on a piece of cloth, folded it flat and placed it under the needle, and then pedaled the sewing machine to sew the edge of the cloth.
A few minutes later, Gandalf completed the edge-sealing work on the cloth. He put the completed cloth into a basket on the side and handed it to Heinrich on his right.
Heinrich is sewing buttons on the fabric.
Gordon is sewing pockets.
Little John did the final processing, cutting off the exposed threads, folding the clothes and putting them into a waterproof paper bag.
At noon, the working prisoners left their stations under the orders of the supervisor and went to the square to have a meal.
A portion of mashed potatoes, half a piece of hard bread, half a cup of milk, and an unknown piece of meat that was as dry and hard as wood.
Needless to say, this zombie meat must be the stock of the British Empire.
The Ming Dynasty continued to deliver cans to the British Empire, and promoted the concepts of having more children, raising children to prevent old age, etc.
There were more cans, and the zombie meat that had been stored to feed the army was scavenged and sold to the Jews.
The zombie meat crossed the strait and ended up on the prison table.
Gandalf picked up a piece of zombie meat and stabbed it hard with a fork. A magical scene came.
A white mark was left on the surface of the zombie flesh, but the iron fork was bent...
Gandalf wordlessly straightened the iron fork and threw the zombie meat aside.
"Can this thing be eaten? It's easier for me to digest a stone than this piece of meat!"
"Who says it's not..."
Heinrich shook his head, picked up the black bread and bit into it, then covered his teeth and put on a mask of pain.
"It's so hard. Isn't this black bread dyed with stones..."
Heinrich took the black bread and looked left and right, then broke it open with all his strength. He saw that only a small piece in the middle was soft, and the rest was as hard as a rock.
There was no choice but to eat, so Heinrich took out the essence in the center of the brown bread and ate it, throwing away the shell.
Sighs and sighs came from the square, and the prisoners had no love in their lives.
Before the Jews brought in sewing machines, although the prison food was not good, at least there was no zombie meat, and at least there was no black bread that was harder than a rock.
The prison menu now appears to include both meat and vegetables, but in fact all that is available is a serving of mashed potatoes and a small half cup of milk.
Gandalf took the wooden cup and looked left and right, frowning.
Heinrich on the side asked curiously: "What's wrong, Gandalf, is there something wrong with the milk?"
Gandalf nodded. He showed the milk in the wooden cup to Heinrich and said, "Is the color a little lighter? The amount is a little less than yesterday?"
Heinrich observed carefully for a while, and he was shocked to find that not only was there less milk than yesterday, but it was also mixed with water!
"What a bunch of bastard Jews!"
Heinrich was indignant.
A mouthful of mashed potatoes and a mouthful of milk mixed with water. After finishing their lunch, everyone only felt hungrier.
One of the prisoners said to Gandalf: "Hey, Gandalf, how about a story now?"
"Okay, let me think about it~"
Gandalf pinched his beard twice, thought of the sewing machine in the work shed, and had an idea in his mind.
"Let's tell a story about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl..."
As Gandalf told it, the prisoners listened and realized that it was a love story, and they whistled and cheered.
Unfortunately, there are no exciting scenes in the second half of the story, only sadness and pursuit.
Some elders shed tears and said, "This Queen Mother of the West is really not a human being. A good couple was torn apart just like that!"
"I am a god, of course I am not a human being..."
Some people objected, but everyone was speechless.
After the meal, everyone returned to the work shed and struggled with the never-finished clothes.
Gandalf was immersed in his work. He no longer knew how many pieces of clothing he had hemmed. He just felt that time passed so slowly.
Whenever he raised his head, less than half an hour had passed by the clock in the corner.
For a moment, Gandalf even wondered if there was something wrong with the clock. He clearly felt that a long time had passed.
At the end of the difficult afternoon, after dinner, the prisoners returned to the iron fence amidst repeated stomach growls.
Gandalf rubbed his belly and prepared to enter the small room, but was stopped by a prison guard.
"Mr. Gandalf, the Warden is waiting for you. Please follow me."
"OK……"
Gandalf and the other three looked at each other, gritted their teeth and followed the prison guards to a small manor outside the castle.
The warden of Nuremberg Prison was an absolutely fat man.
When Gandalf saw him, he compared the day before he was imprisoned and found that the warden had gained some weight.
I saw the warden raising his wrist, and the golden Chen's watch flashed with golden light.
"The time is right, Mr. Gandalf, I want to ask you a question."
"You ask, Mr. Warden..."
Gandalf suppressed the anger in his heart and acted neither humble nor arrogant. He had no idea how the warden got his good life.
The warden squinted his eyes and took out a letter from his arms and handed it to him.
"I don't know what kind of bad luck you have. General Gneisenau learned that you are in prison and asked me to take more care of you. This is the general's letter."
Gandalf took the letter, checked the sealing paint, and then opened the letter after confirming that there was no problem.
The warden wisely returned to a table filled with drinks, opened a bottle of Maotai-flavor Maotai, and poured himself a glass.
The content of the letter was very simple. Gneisenau missed the soldier who was always on the front line on the battlefield and thanked Gandalf for his contribution to the legion.
At the same time, Gneisenau cryptically asked Gandalf to wait patiently, waiting for an opportunity.
Seeing this, Gandalf raised his head and glanced at the warden in the distance, put the letter into the fireplace nearby, and watched it burn to ashes.
At this moment, Gandalf seemed to have a clear understanding.
The army is still the same army, at least the army in Gneisenau has not forgotten its original intention.
Helping the French sell their land and assets seems to be a smokescreen, a smokescreen to confuse the French and the British.
Hatred is not easy to resolve, and the German military is forbearing.
They wantonly let capital from various countries enter Germany, let them take root on German soil, and let German industry rise rapidly.
When the time is right, the peach picking will begin.
During this process, ordinary people will live a very miserable life, but compared to completely becoming an economic colony of France, this result is already the best result.
Gandalf left, taking two bottles of wine on the table before leaving.
This news will be buried deep in his heart until the moment is right.
