This collective marriage solved the matrimony concerns for a batch of guards, while those left unmarried watched their married brothers who used to be just like them, sharing communal meals and clothes.
When on duty, they worked together; off duty, they would get together to drink, lie down after getting drunk, snore loudly, their smelly feet stinking up the place, but no one complained.
But just after a few days of marriage, they have become like sneaky cats rushing home eagerly.
The clothes they wear are clean and neat now, and if accidentally torn, they are mended neatly by the next day, unlike others who have to plead to laundry maids for mending, or endure awkwardly stitching on their own.
Moreover, none of them go out drinking anymore; all they talk about is their wives and warm beds, making others envy them greatly.
