Early in the morning, dewell gently got up from bed, changed a suit of clothes he had worn yesterday, left home and locked the door. As a guarte living in Otis, he was not excluded by society as stated in the letters from relatives living elsewhere. He was not very clear about how this exclusion came about, even whether it really existed, or whether it was an exaggerated statement by his relatives.


    Because he had never encountered such a problem in Otis.


    There is no lower urban area for the guart people to live in, nor upper urban area for the ogding people. All ethnic groups in the whole city live together. It may be because of poverty, so there is no problem that everyone looks down on each other. Of course, it may also be because of the lack of competition. The slow pace of life in the whole city makes people want to sleep. In addition to the work of sitting at the door of the house all day, doing needlework and sewing blankets, the rest of the work is the work in the fields.


    Take care of the wheat seedlings, water them every day, and occasionally discharge the fertilizer in the field to increase the soil fertility.


    A peaceful and peaceful life makes people unable to find reasons and excuses for mutual hostility, so everyone has the same status here.


    Dewell remembered the young man he met yesterday. He said that a church of the guart people had been built near the center of the city, which served the former king and gods. Any guart people could get some food and clothes there free of charge, which made him very moved. To get up so early today is also to go and have a look earlier. Maybe you can really get something.


    He crossed the street, greeted the acquaintances friendly and warmly, walked for about ten minutes, and finally came to the outside of the Kingdom church that the young man said. At this time, many people lined up outside the door. He even saw several ogding people who were not guarts lining up. He didn''t say anything about it, but walked quietly to the end of the line.


    "You know what? It''s said that they distribute food and other things every week, maybe some eggs, maybe some clothes or furniture. I don''t know why they do this?" the two people standing in front of Deville were talking about it. He really felt a little strange.


    The church also came here to develop believers, but unfortunately, they only lasted for a year, and then left the place. They even demolished the church and carried away the sculptures and painted glass inside. It is said that they say that the believers here are greedy. They just want to ask for but do not offer. One of the bishops said that this is a place that is not watched by God.


    So how long can this group of people and their hometown Association last?


    With this question, dewell took ten kilograms of wheat kernel and a brand-new dress and walked into the church. The church is in order. Although the statues of the former king and gods they publicized have not been erected, there are some colored paintings on the walls, which can be regarded as making up for these problems.


    A young man stood on the rostrum. He was frowning at something. Deville chose a place close to where he went, sat down and greeted his acquaintances.


    When the church was almost full, the door closed and the young man raised his head.


    He is very young and looks like a big man. The conversation in the church gradually subsided, and the big guy''s eyes focused on the young man to see what he wanted to say. After all, everyone took a lot of things from him. If you save ten kilograms of wheat kernel and grind it into wheat kernel porridge, the family can last three or five days or even longer.


    As for clothes, we don''t have any needs. Most people walking on the street wear old clothes. Compared with these clothes, Deville thinks it may be more suitable to send some cloth.


    These people are looking at Turin, and Turin is looking at these people. He is a little helpless now, because he doesn''t know what he wants to say. The social atmosphere of Otis is very good, everyone is very friendly, and there is no obvious division of class and level, which leads to the assimilation of local guards far more than other places. Here they felt the truth of politicians'' propaganda of "all imperial citizens", which also made Turin feel a little troublesome.


    If a person lives in a society without obvious racial contradictions and class conflicts and has no dissatisfaction with his own situation, it is very difficult to unite these people. In his dream world, there is a saying called "no desire is just". Generally speaking, I don''t want to get anything from you, so I''m not afraid to lose what I don''t have.


    He sighed, closed some materials, looked at the people sitting in the church, sipped his mouth, and found an idea - dream.


    "Hello, everyone, I''m Doolin, the new mayor. Like all of you here, I''m also a guart!" he made a very ordinary opening speech, and the applause was not very warm. He pointed to a person at random and asked, "what''s your dream?"


    Dewell stood up a little surprised. After thinking for a while, he said haltingly, "I''m very sorry, sir. I don''t know what my ideal is."


    Dooling has an impulse to slap the past. What''s the meaning of not even living his ideal?


    He smiled. "This shows that you are very satisfied with your current life. I think it is also a recognized view at present, isn''t it?" many people nodded one after another. There is a manual work to subsidize the family, which can be done by adults and children. For food and drink, open some wasteland outside the city to meet the food and drink needs of the family. They really don''t have anything they urgently want. Du Lin walked back to the rostrum. He knew what to say next.


    In front of everyone, he took out a roll of money from his pocket. Although he didn''t like to roll up the money, the Buddha was keeping all these things for him. The guy liked to roll up the money and wrap it with cowhide silk. It was very troublesome to pack it roll by roll. In particular, it will bulge in the pocket and affect the beauty.


    At this time, he had not noticed those things. The circle in his pocket was twenty dollars, which was also the main denomination in the upper class society. He took out one of them, then took out his lighter and lit the other one. In the sound of people''s exclamation and discussion, after holding on for a minute, the bill finally turned into ashes and was stepped on by Dooling. Then, Du Lin took out another twenty dollar bill, showed some in front of everyone, and then lit the lighter.


    That''s twenty dollars! You know, they may not have this money for a month, but they were burned down like this? Many people can''t sit still. They can burn the money. Then why don''t you give it to me? An ogding man stood up and licked his lips. "Mr. Mayor, if you''re going to burn the bill in your hand, I wonder if you can give it to me?"


    It wasn''t Torin''s arrangement. He thought he might have to burn a few more bills before someone would stand up.


    He shook his head with a smile and continued to light the banknote in his hand. In the sound of people''s exclamation, he watched the banknote turn into ashes and took out another one.


    If the first two were burned, we were just a little surprised, then we are shocked now!


    "Mr. Mayor..."


    Durin looked at him and shook his head. "You are wrong, and there are two points. First, when I stand here today, I am not the mayor, but durin, a guarte. Second, it is very impolite for you to participate in the guarte assembly instead of a guarte." when he finished, Ki took it to him, Smilingly pointed to the small door he left.


    Some of the guys were bitterly holding their MaiRen bags and clothes. Some were not happy to leave the church under kena''s surveillance. At the same time, there were other ogdins who sneaked in to take advantage.


    Turin looked at the previous guardt, pointed to him and asked, "do you have the same idea as the gentleman just now? If I burn the money, I''d better give it to someone else?"


    Dewell stood up again and nodded again and again. "Yes, sir, you lost it. Why don''t you use it to help some people in need?"


    Du Lin replied with a smile, "because this is my money!" he spread out a roll of money and lit it all without waiting for others to think about the meaning behind this sentence. Ninety eight, two thousand dollars minus forty dollars, became ashes in the process of people''s shock to the short loss of language expression ability.


    He clapped his hands, smiled and said, "because this is my money, I have the right to choose their destination. Whether it''s for someone or burning them, it''s up to me to make a decision!"


    "I can give this money to one of you, or I can give it to all of you, but why should I do this?", Turin left the podium and went to the side of the podium. His eyes scanned the faces of those who had just recovered, "because what? Who can answer me?"


    No one could answer his question. There was a brief silence in the church. Turin took a deep breath, took two steps, and said in a slightly higher half tone voice, "because I have money but I don''t want to give it to you. That''s why."


    "In fact, when this gentleman... Sorry, may I ask your name...", Turin smiled apologetically, and then continued: "in fact, when Mr. dewell said he had no pursuit, I didn''t think it was funny. I only felt sad, not for him alone, but for everyone here!"