May 31, Saratov, 10 am. Countless serfs who had regained their freedom gathered near the factory. They squatted on the roadside and stared at the passing carriages. Whenever a carriage stopped and a well-dressed man got off and glanced at them, they would rush up and fight for them. Grab a job opportunity.
Perhaps because there were too many people to work, Saratov's salary dropped from the normal 40 kopecks/day to 10 kopecks/day.
Converted to the currency of the Kingdom of Windsor, it was only 1 penny and 1 French new per day. I couldn't even buy a decent piece of bread. If I wanted to fill my stomach, I could only buy potatoes from roadside vendors. Those potatoes were as small as thumbs. It's the same size, it's inferior stuff that no one wants, and you can buy half a pound for 10 kopecks.
Half a pound of potatoes is not enough for a family? If there were more children in the family... Goncharov, who was in charge of the Saratov area, was holding the "Book of Truth" and looking at the desperate and helpless people, his brows filled with worry.
The social relations of production are in chaos. If people want to get a job, they must look at the boss's face. They must also put on a flattering expression, constantly lower their posture, and work hard without complaining. Only in this way can they earn a pitiful 10 kopecks... and apart from going out, Working men and some women, in order to prevent their children from starving to death, had to put on thin clothes and sell their bodies in exchange for enough food.
Is this the truth? Goncharov didn't think so, and he was furious. The newspaper published in Petersburg has been delivered to Saratov. Just last night, after reading the newspaper and learning that the king was about to establish a secret police organization, Goncharov no longer rented a church and instead rented a ghetto house. A small house where underground evangelistic work was planned to begin.
Things developed just as Ma Wei expected. The Wisdom Cult took action and wanted to use the power of the Kingdom to suppress the Church of Truth....
"Father, Father..." Scott King, with dark cheeks and wearing straw sandals and burlap clothes, ran from a distance. It took a lot of effort for him to find Goncharov. The original church was closed.
"Why did you come here?" Scott King wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I heard that there are rumors about the secret police on the street. Do you know?"
"I know," said Goncharov.
"Then why are you still standing here in a daze?" Scott King said eagerly: "The secret police will definitely arrest you! You should hide! Or hide in my house..."
"Run away..." It's not like Goncharov didn't think about flinching. He was also afraid of the secret police and the cruel torture of the Romanov Kingdom. But when he saw the desperate, dark and thin people on the street, he was filled with fear. , suddenly turned into anger.
He wanted to run away and be a coward, but he couldn't move.
"We should believe in Father Mavey, he will lead us to victory." Goncharov looked into Scott King's eyes and asked: "Are you afraid?"
"I..." Scott King shrank his neck: "I...of course I'm afraid...the nobles and the secret police both have guns..."
"Then you want to escape?" Goncharov said: "I can cross your name off the list of believers."
"No! No!" Scott King shook his head vigorously: "I believe in the truth! I believe in Father Mavey! I believe in the goddess!"
"Your loyalty will definitely be rewarded." Goncharov led him towards the slums: "Father Mavey often said that there will be land and there will be bread. We must believe in him." Tekin followed Goncharov step by step and asked curiously: "What kind of person is Father Mavey? I have never seen him. Father, you seem to be very respectful to him..."
"Father Mavey is my enlightenment and my teacher. He told me how to practice the truth with practical actions." As he walked, Goncharov smiled: "He is actually a very gentle person. He’s not violent, and he doesn’t have the arrogance of a nobleman. Did you know that he is actually not a Slav, he is from the Kingdom of Windsor.”
"The Kingdom of Windsor? Didn't they invade us?"
"Yes, Father Mavey was originally a lieutenant in the Royal Navy of the Kingdom of Windsor. Because he couldn't stand what the Kingdom of Windsor was doing, he chose to retire and establish a church to promote the truth. Otherwise, he would have been a colonel in the Royal Navy by now. "Scott King had no idea about military ranks, but he could tell that Father Mavey was a big shot, one of the few big shots who was willing to help them.
"Why is Father Mavey a priest?" Scott King asked: "Since he founded the Church of Truth, why is he not the pope?"
"I'm not very clear about this matter. Maybe it's because the time has not yet matured. The Church of Truth is still in the process of development, and there is a big gap between it and those big churches..." Goncharov thought for a while: "But in our hearts, he is already the pope, and his actual status is often more important than an illusory title."
"It's true that nobles are divided into down-and-out nobles and emerging nobles!" Scott King was a little happy, and the topic finally came to an area he understood.
After chatting for a while, Goncharov and Scott King finally arrived at the newly rented cabin. The streets here were dirty and exuded an unpleasant stench, but Goncharov didn't care. Kotkin doesn't care, the pigsty smells much worse than here!
Taking out the key and opening the door, Goncharov walked into the house, asked Scott King to sit down, cleared a round table, then opened the suitcase, took out a wooden statue and placed it above the fireplace, and began decorate the room.
The church was too big of a target and was a key target of the secret police. It would be foolish to preach there, so Goncharov planned to follow the emergency plan provided by Mavey and sneak into the local slums, using the cover of believers to continue. Promote activities and organize believers.
After the room decoration was completed, Goncharov sat on the sofa and took out a thick list of believers, which recorded the names of the believers he had recruited after coming to Saratov and their addresses.
"Scott King, I am too busy on my own. If you are willing, I would like to hire you as a temporary monk of the Church of Truth. Father Mavey has given me the power to recruit independently." Goncharov said: "In terms of salary, , 1 ruble a day, what do you think?"
"1 ruble?!" Scott King opened his mouth wide: "Isn't it too much... The daily salary of workers outside is only 10 kopecks. I know nothing except farming. I will be very happy if I can have 40 kopecks. Already...."
"I must correct your dangerous thinking." Goncharov said seriously: "The Church of Truth pursues the concept of gain for work. This gain for work means that after working, you should receive compensation corresponding to your actual efforts. Remuneration, those workers outside create a few rubles for the boss every day, but in the end they can only get a pitiful 10 kopecks. This is unfair, and you should not accept this idea." Scott King was extremely moved, this is For the first time, he heard the theory that bosses should pay workers more.
How could he not support it?
"Besides, the work you are engaged in is very risky. If the church didn't have too much money at the moment, I would definitely offer you a higher remuneration." Goncharov sighed: "These are extraordinary times. I hope You can understand the difficulties of the Truth Church.”
"Enough! Enough!" Scott King waved his hands repeatedly: "I also came back from Tyumen City. The Truth Church distributes broth and bread to us every day without charging any fees. It is already very difficult!" After saying that, Scott King was a little confused and said: "Since the church is so short of money, why not collect membership fees from believers? Just like the Wisdom Cult, believers have to donate dozens of kopecks every week."
"Voluntary talents are called donations, and compulsory fees are not donations, but robbery." Goncharov said solemnly: "The Church of Truth will not ask believers to pay any fees. All activities we engage in are free, now and in the future. .”
"Then how does the Church of Truth maintain itself?" Scott King was even more puzzled.
"Believers can donate some funds to the church on a completely voluntary basis. Mr. Dino will also run some businesses to subsidize the church. At the same time, Her Royal Highness Katerina allows individuals and businesses to donate funds to the church to be exempted from part of the tax. About 15%, specific policies are still under further planning." Goncharov nodded and said: "Father Mavey does not want the church to become an extremely wealthy monster. If the people need us, then the Church of Truth will never collapse. , if one day the people no longer need us, then the Church of Truth will leave silently." Scott King looked at Goncharov in shock. Before today, he did not believe that any church was willing to pay so much for the people. big benefits.
"Let's get down to business..." Goncharov opened the list of believers: "I need you, Mr. Scott King, as an intermediary to secretly contact the believers on the list and inform them of the current location of the Church of Truth and what is there at the same time. The message also needs you to convey it. You must serve as a vital link point on this line to connect the church and believers.... I must remind you that this is very dangerous, especially when the secret police are about to arrive. now."
"I'm not afraid!" Scott King shouted: "I have nothing to lose!"
"Very good, then I will add your name to the list of temporary monks." Looking at Goncharov writing his name on the back of the roster, Scott King asked: "When will I start working?"
"Now."
"Where to go?"
"Go to those who started the riots and make them... become new believers!"
