Those with pajamas are at least able to make do, but the truly pitiable ones are those without even pajamas, who could only stare blankly as others fished, and when hunger became unbearable, would collapse by the stream and gulp down a few mouthfuls of lake water to temporarily alleviate their starvation.
In just one day, this group that had been united crumbled instantaneously. Those at the bottom, who had no say before, quickly banded together to form a more stable subgroup.
The leadership, which usually enjoyed light work and high salaries, became another group, while other ordinary workers aligned themselves with either faction based on their own situations—just like the two armed men who had betrayed their own class earlier, there were always those who fantasized about returning to the pastures, hoping their current sycophancy would pay off later.
