Literacy classes were arranged and a sum of money was spent, and with Mr. Crean's care, his daughter was very attentive. In this world where capital is king, rich people should enjoy people's respect and privileges in society. After all, money is people's father.
During the day, Dulin had been busy watching the blacksmith make a large still, purchasing some necessary equipment and utensils, and in the evening he attended literacy classes with his fellow villagers. I have to say that compared to the square characters in the dream world, the characters in this world are really not difficult to learn. Just like people can speak, if they know enough letters and then know how to spell these letters, reading will basically not be a problem.
All that's left is to read more, memorize more vocabulary, and write. Every member of the hometown association knows that such opportunities are hard-won, and knowledge, like money, is an expensive resource. For a rapid literacy class like this, everyone needs to pay a tuition fee of fifteen yuan. This amount of money is really an astronomical sum of money for these teenagers, at least before joining the hometown association.
As long as they have a little money in their pockets, they will take it home and give it to their parents to improve their lives, add one or two pieces of clothing to their younger siblings, or buy them some delicious food. Therefore, every teenager is very serious about being able to read, write, and read literacy. They do not need anyone to tell them, they all absorb knowledge like a sponge.
Except Graf.
"For God's sake, I think I'm going crazy!" Graf, who secretly hid a bottle of wine into the classroom, sat in the last row and looked at the twisted letters on the blackboard. He felt like his brain was going crazy. He glanced at Du Lin who was very serious next to him with drunken eyes, and asked: "Can I make more money by learning this?"
Du Lin tilted his head and glanced at him, thought about it seriously, and then shook his head, "No, learning to read and write will not make you make more money!"
Graf burped and exhaled the unpleasant smell of alcohol, "Then why should I learn it?"
"At least it will allow you to live with dignity and dignity."
Graf laughed again, "Didn't we say it before? When we make money, wouldn't it be more respectable to let those college students be our deputy and then hire a few highly educated female secretaries?"
Du Lin nodded this time. He couldn't wake up a drunk person who didn't want to wake up, and he didn't have to change other people's minds. There is a saying in the dream that is very true, don’t do to others what you don’t want others to do to you. To put it simply, he is not a person who is willing to be controlled by others, so he will not easily control those who are not willing to be controlled by him, except under special circumstances.
Graf did not want to be a literate person, at least a person who could read newspapers fluently. That was his business. After spending these days with Graf, Dulin felt that he had seen through Graf. This is a man with no ambitions. The most suitable job for him is to be an apartment owner, and then wander the streets all day long, bragging and drinking. But I have to say that Graf helped him, especially the more than 40 yuan and some other small things.
Dulin still takes friendship a little seriously. Before Graf owed him anything, Graf would be his friend.
On the contrary, these days, he is very, very optimistic about the young man named Dufo. Perhaps this has something to do with Dufo's experience in prison. It is precisely because he has experienced helplessness and bitterness that he can understand the value of opportunities. Whether he is doing something or sitting here learning to read and learn some words, he seems to be the most serious.
Those who are serious may not succeed, but those who are not serious..., he glanced at Graf, are doomed to fail.
On the fifth day, Dulin asked Dover to keep an eye on the construction of the farm shed, while he supervised different blacksmiths in the city to build different parts of the still. At this moment, Dufo suddenly ran over. This is something that has never happened before. No matter what Dulin tells him, he can always complete it meticulously and will never leave what he should do like now.
Well, something must have happened over there on the farm.
After exchanging a few words with the blacksmith, he walked out of the blacksmith's shop. The cool air outside the room hit his face, making him feel like he was drowning and suffocating at the moment when hot and cold alternated. He took out a cigarette, threw it to Dufo, and lit one himself. When the two of them walked to the side of the road, Du Lin asked, "What happened in such a hurry?"
After taking a puff of his cigarette, Duffer came over and lowered his voice and said, "Maurice brought people here. He made a fuss for a while and said that Hu En had mortgaged the ranch to him. He also said he wanted to see you."
Du Lin's brows suddenly furrowed. The last thing he wanted to see happened. He had praised Dover before, saying that he was very smart. After seeing Hu En go to the deli, he knew to go in and check if Morris was there. In Dulin's view, since Hu En was gone, Morris would never let him go without getting the money. But the problem still arose, but which part of the problem was the problem
When he closed his eyes and meditated, he seemed to take the initiative to leave a distance so as not to disturb Du Lin's thinking.
After about four or five minutes, Du Lin fiercely threw the cigarette butt that was burning to his buttocks on the ground. The cigarette butt bounced on the ground and sparks flew everywhere.
He figured out that Hu En must have given some of the money to Morris, and in this way temporarily appeased Morris, and then lied about giving the ranch to Morris. After Morris received a certain amount of money and the value of the ranch, there must be more, so he accepted this method. After settling the debt, Hu En returned to his hometown four days ago with his family and some simple belongings.
Damn it!
He kicked the lamppost next to him hard, making a muffled sound that made the pedestrians around him look over.
Du Lin took a deep breath and called Du Fo over. He took out a roll of money from his pocket, counted out fifty yuan, and stuffed it into Du Fo's hand. "In this case, arrange for someone to check it out immediately." Where is the hometown of Hu En and his wife? Then find them and get the money that belongs to us. In addition, you go and tell Morris that we will meet at the Golden Crystal Bar in the evening. "
He took another step forward, almost touching Dufo. He put one hand directly around Dufo's shoulder and pressed it on his shoulder. "Bring weapons, just in case!"
Dufo nodded vigorously, turned around and ran away.
Du Lin stood there alone, with an unknown fire rising in his heart again, and he kicked the lamp post several times.
He was really angry. He felt that he had done a very good job. He knew that Hu En's ranch would belong to Morris after the end of the month, and he knew that he could buy it from Morris at a cheaper price. But he felt that Hu En's family should still be given a way to survive and a chance. So he bought that piece of shit-like abandoned pasture for a premium of 300 yuan.
But what did his kindness get in exchange
In exchange for deception and lies!
That damn guy must be very proud now, right? With hundreds or even thousands of dollars, getting rid of the burden of debt, can you return to your hometown and live a comfortable life
How stupid I am!
Du Lin slapped himself, and this incident also made him realize that in this cruel world, anyone with a trace of kindness might be exploited by others!
At this time, a policeman walked up the road. He frowned and looked at Dulin, "Boy, was it you who kicked the lamppost? According to imperial law, disrupting official duties is punishable. You know..."
Du Lin looked at the policeman like he was a grinning dog. Before he could finish speaking, he took out a roll of one-yuan banknotes from the other pocket of his pants with an impatient expression, counted five of them and threw them in. On the ground, he turned around and left.
The policeman originally wanted to teach this rude young man a lesson, but when he looked at the five banknotes on the ground that had begun to float in the wind, he immediately gave up his previous idea and bent down to pick them up one by one. , put it in your pocket.
He straightened his police hat and continued to patrol his territory with the same proud expression as before.
It's like... a dog circling its territory!
(End of chapter)