"You told me before, how many levels are the loader's collars divided into? Do you say that they are basically divided into members of the parliament, armed forces, urban residents, slaves, and these levels?"

The bald man scratched his head: "Yes, Shisongzhuang, which could have been barely able to be a town trader, is gone, and now there are probably only a few categories left."

I shook my head without question: "What you are talking about is appearance, not the core difference."

The bald man said in confusion: "What is the core difference?"

"For example, men and women, which cannot be crossed and corrected in nature, are the core differences. If you divide them into two types of people wearing red clothes and not wearing red clothes, then this classification is obviously there, but it is meaningless." I deliberately asked.

"But..." said the bald man embarrassedly, "Isn't the most common way to divide the identity? Everyone in the town meets and communicates with each other. This method is used to identify identities."

I patted his shoulder and asked solemnly: "For example, you were a craftsman in the town and a standard town resident. But later he was pulled into the team of town guards and privateers, so he had both identities and achieved seamless connection. Do you think you are a town resident or an armed force?"

The bald man thought for a moment and reflected: "Okay... I misconsumed it. The armed forces were also elected from the residents of the town. They should be divided into parliamentarians, armed forces, urban craftsmen, urban merchants, and slaves. That's right!"

When I saw him knowing his mistake, I corrected it and stuttered casually. I couldn't help but sigh that I had a bit of my style.

"It's a big mistake." I interrupted, "There are several problems with your classification. For example, there are members of parliamentary members from the armed forces, craftsman members, and merchant members. Why can these people transcend their identities and only use them to summarize them?"

Before he could continue to eat the setting, I continued to ask: "There are also the armed forces, such as the killers who were ambushed by the lord just now, are they not the country thugs produced in the town, but professional troops from other places, right?"

The bald man said in shock: "Boss! Is this what the lord told you? That lord actually knows this so deeply that you came over with a swagger?"

Of course... nothing!

Just like the group of soldiers wearing gay clothes, they were obviously elite troops directly under the lord, with the words professional from their hair to their toes. They were completely different from the town guards I saw wearing inferior plate armor and cold weapons, and were not on the same level as the group of shameful cavalry holding local hunting rifles.

These privateers who are born and raised in the town all have a poor temperament that is rampant in the countryside. They look similar to the gangsters who collect protection fees, and only know how to show off by relying on courage and fighting.

The group of soldiers who had just passed the orders had a vague and almost restrained murderous aura, and there was no smug look on their faces. Just looking at the wooden face without a watch, I could see that they were used to fighting.

Such a team is never possible to see in this deserted desert without professional training and long-term training.

"So, can it be possible to summarize the essence of the problem by confusing these important personnel like you?

The bald man said helplessly, "What should I divide it into, boss? You can't really classify it by men, women, old and young, right?"

"Why not?" I asked back, "If the polar age structure of this territory is particularly deformed, then young and ignorant young people and conservative and stable elderly people can form two very representative forces, which will influence various things."

The bald man took me through a stone slab avenue and slowly led the way: "But we are all young and middle-aged people here..."

I smiled proudly, but unfortunately no one saw it under the mask: "When it comes to young and middle-aged people, it represents labor force. So why haven't you ever thought about dividing levels by labor force? Identity is both a work and a manifestation of labor ability and scope. If you think of this step, then you have seen through some of the essence."

I don’t know if I have recited the Heart Sutra of Guanyin too many times. Every time the bald man thinks, the expression of lowering eyebrows and bowing his head on his face reminds me of the monks in the temple...

But it's mainly because of baldness!

"Boss, I thought about it just now, but if the labor force is not divided by work, it will be reflected in an ambiguous thing that cannot be measured. I have learned in the blacksmith apprenticeship that smelting and forging must be learned to effectively measure materials, otherwise it will still be a lucky opportunity to do a lifetime of forging."

This kid is thinking a lot, even the indiscriminate human labor?

I shook my head: "You are thinking in the right direction, but this is not what I want to say. You still have a long way to go before you understand this."

I pointed to the young man wearing coarse cloth clothes, "You can measure young and middle-aged people directly as an entity of labor."

"...It makes sense! But only the armed team is effective. The owners of those craftsmen's workshops are all elderly people, and businessmen don't need to use the labor force of young and middle-aged people?" He immediately entered the misunderstanding of thinking.

I knocked his head hard: "Why are you thinking about the old path again? As a measuring entity of labor force, I mean to divide the whereabouts of young and middle-aged people. For example, when you become an apprentice and become a bandit, isn't this order a competition between certain interest groups for labor?!"

The bald man slapped his head: "This order was a rule set by the parliament five years ago. How do you know, boss?"

I sighed. This guy was thinking seriously on the surface, but in fact he was thinking nothing in his mind!

Can he also act like reading menus like reading academic monographs?

"Because of the carrier unit of labor, young people reflect the power disputes of the loader leader. This dispute is the secret behind the class."

"The current competition for young labor includes armed teams and craftsmen associations, right?" I asked.

The bald man nodded and said, "Yes, the young people in the town basically only have these two paths. Everyone has both craftsmen who like to be stable life and privateers who want to plunder the glory and wealth."

I nodded slightly: "It is because you have joined continuously and injected vitality into these two groups that the conflict between them will arouse. As the saying goes, those who win the young will win the world. When your unconscious choices will determine the future, more people will participate in the planning."
Chapter completed!