Chapter 337: I’ll be a mess (6)
The serfs of Renault Village gathered in a group and made their way to the Bailiff’s house.
They set up camp in front of his house and shouted loudly.
"Bailiff, we’re all going to die at this rate! Please, save us!"
"Working 12 hours a day is too cruel!"
"Isn’t it written in the customary law that serfs should not be made to work more than 8 hours a day?"
Isaac and the other serfs believed that the Bailiff would listen to them.
Even during times of severe famine, they had honestly petitioned the Bailiff and other officials, explaining their circumstances.
The higher-ups had adjusted their burdens reasonably, reducing taxes by half or even a quarter during famine, or cutting down the mandatory work hours if they were too much, offering a small amount of money in compensation.
Had these kinds of cases not existed, the serfs wouldn’t have expected anything at all.
‘If we plead earnestly, surely Bailiff will listen to us.’
And among them, Karl began speaking so eloquently that he hardly seemed like a mere serf.
"Bailiff Torez, please listen to our humble plea as suffering serfs."