Although that was true, no matter how furious Gongsun Qing was, the slaves in the Empire's core star regions really were enjoying a stable life, with their food and clothing provided for, even if it never changed.
Their food, clothing, housing, and transportation; their work; their marriages and funerals; even their descendants' livelihoods—all of it was guaranteed. Wasn't that what every race in the universe had sought at the very beginning? Wasn't that exactly the life most people wanted?
Feifei smiled. "Yes. Aside from the somewhat rigid rationing system, the schools are teaching children from slave families how to farm and repair agricultural machinery. It's practically a harmonious little society without money. Actually, it's rather like the workers' community at Red Maple Factory."
That was true. Red Maple Factory also gave its workers daily necessities and nutritional supplements, and its schools and clinics for workers' children were free. It wasn't unreasonable to say they were similar.
But even if that was the truth, putting it that way was bound to be a little discouraging.
Everyone was at a loss for words. They glanced at Feifei, smiling warmly, then at Yu Lian, whose expression hadn't changed. They all felt that probably only his wife would dare mock the Marshal to his face like that.
Yu Lian nodded. "I won't deny it. That may also be why Brunhilde was able to push through those policies so forcefully in the occupied territories. In fact, when it comes to life expectancy, rest time, literacy rates, and protein and vitamin intake, these slaves are far better off than the Alliance's laborers."
Gongsun Qing suddenly understood. "There really is that saying—that the Empire's slaves actually enjoy a much higher quality of life than the Alliance's workers. So this is how the averages work out?"
"...Well, the