"Later, some citizens who could afford bread found out and came to take advantage of me too. Now everyone wanted free leftover bread, and my business got worse."
The bakery owner was deeply helpless.
"Tell me, what did I do wrong?"
"Then just don't give any to those citizens," Yan Huan said in confusion.
"If they can afford bread, they shouldn't get it for free."
"Not give it to them? If only it were that simple..."
The bakery owner frowned.
"What if they say I'm stingy, that I give to outsiders but not my own people? Wouldn't my business get even worse?"
"Come to think of it, it's ridiculous. Can't these outsiders just find jobs and buy their own bread...?"
According to the information they had gathered earlier, only a small number of outsiders could find paid work.
Most of the jobs left for them were grueling physical labor, and the only compensation was food and lodging.
If they refused to do it but still wanted to survive, they could only beg for bread and the like.
"Lord Yan Huan, wait up!"
Someone suddenly ran after him from behind.
Yan Huan turned around and found it was the young man who had been watching the commotion with him.
"Could I hear your opinion on outsiders?" the young man asked earnestly. "Please."
"What opinion could I have?"
Yan Huan muttered, "Not everyone is lucky enough to be born in Okhema."
"We're all people. If you can help, then help a little."
"So that's Lord Yan Huan's view..."
The young man looked thoughtful.
"But what if helping them makes us even more miserable?"
"How does it make you miserable?" Yan Huan blinked.
"You may not know this, but employers never used to withhold wages."
The young man's expression turned solemn.
"Okhema