If he didn't leave here at this time, Dulin would face the siege of several thugs holding murderous weapons. Although he comes from the countryside, and although he seems a bit upright, he is definitely not a fool.
Seeing Mad Dog Wesson charging towards him with a knife, Dulin turned around and ran away. He didn't think that his fleshy arms and legs could block the sharp iron weapon.
One person ran in front, and several people chased behind him. After chasing for almost two streets, the few people behind him panted and ran for a while, watching Du Lin, who was still running very fast, disappear at the corner of the street. They were so angry that they couldn't even breathe. Becoming uncomfortable. They are gang members, not athletes. They may be good at fighting and killing, but they are really not good at things like running.
"That... what's the boy's name?" Crazy Weisen was holding on to the lamppost on the side of the road, like a tired mouth, sticking out his tongue and gasping for air. There was a burning pain in his chest. Part of the reason was that the rapid breathing caused the mucous membrane in the trachea to become dry and tight, and part of the reason was due to being blown away.
The follower Gen next to him bent over with his hands on his knees, and also said intermittently: "It seems... called... Du Lin?"
After stopping running, Weisen felt better. He slashed at the lamppost with a knife, shooting out a few sparks, "Let our people find him!"
Du Lin, who had run a long distance without noticing the pursuers, stopped panting. He felt bad, not because he might have to face revenge from the gang, nor because he felt bad about running, but because he had lost a man. It's enough to embarrass him about his chances of success.
He punched the wall on the side of the road. These damn gang members were really disgusting.
At the same time, he still had a question in his mind, what exactly was comfort money.
Since he came to the city, nothing has gone smoothly, except for the dollar he earned on the first day. No one is willing to recruit him, and there is no way to make money. He has to sit in the bridge hole and endure the unpleasant smell every day. The food I ate was the cheapest whole-wheat bread, which was harder than bricks. Hitting it with a stone would only leave a few white spots. What I drank was groundwater pumped from roadside pumps. I didn’t even have a hot meal for more than half a month.
He finally found an opportunity that allowed him to realize his life wish, but it was destroyed by these people.
Somewhat dejected, he walked around two streets and returned to the bridge. He needed to think about the future in peace and quiet. But when he approached the bridge hole, he was stunned. Because there were a lot of wild dogs and rats near the bridge hole, he cleaned the bridge hole and made a simple door using a piece of discarded wooden board. When he left, he blocked the bridge hole and prevented the rats or wild dogs from sneaking in and destroying his door. Backpack and clothes.
But now... the door panel had been cracked and was thrown aside. He ran into the bridge, and his whole body instantly became discouraged.
Everything was gone, including the damn cigarette box. He had hidden the cigarette box behind a loose brick, and now the brick was at his feet, and the small tin box was gone.
Nothing has gone as he wished for almost a month. He leaned against the wall of the bridge and sat down on the ground with a dejected look on his face, covering his face with his hands.
Why
Is this God’s torture for me
For the first time, he had the idea of returning to the countryside and living a mediocre life. But soon, this thought was swallowed up by the crazy flames. He slowly lowered his hands, clenched them tightly into fists, and the corners of his eyes twitched a few times.
No, I can't just go back. This is not God's torture to me, but God's test to me! Rushing over, rushing over is the bright and smooth road. If I fall here, I will be an unpopular countryman for the rest of my life! God has given me precious wealth, how can I let myself fall? Nothing can stump me, isn't it just some difficulties? Come on, let's fight to the death!
He touched the four five-cent coins in his pocket, turned around and left the bridge. Now his idea was no longer how to quickly become a decent person in the upper class, but how to survive in this city and then find his way out. The path to your ideal.
"Are you sure?" An old man with gray hair and gold-wired reading glasses in his left eye looked down at him. The old man was very well-dressed, with a decent suit and white shirt that exuded a very noble temperament. Facing the old man's inquiry, Du Lin nodded vigorously.
This is the recruitment office of the steam locomotive station. The steam locomotive is something similar to the train in Dulin's dream. Both require rails, but the power source is different. Trains burn boilers to create steam to push heavy carriages, while steam locomotives use something called obsidian as a power source. Just place the obsidian crystal in the filling port of the machine and add some catalysts, and the obsidian crystal can continuously release unimaginable heat and gas.
At this time, add some water and steam will appear. Including cars on the road, some large machinery in construction sites, almost all machinery uses obsidian as raw material.
Tenel City may be a prosperous metropolis in Dulin's eyes, but to the entire empire, it is just a border town. Apart from producing food and animal skins, there is basically nothing good.
Oh yes, and wine.
Although Turnel is only a border town, it does not prevent "Tnell Station" from becoming an important section of rail transportation in the entire empire. Steam locomotives pass by here every day, unloading a large amount of goods, or loading a large amount of goods, and then leave here.
Whether loading or unloading, it needs to be done manually. It is said that in some of the most prosperous cities in the empire, machines have replaced human work, and more than one demonstration has broken out for this reason.
Of course, in such a rural place, it is obviously cheaper to use labor.
Coolies are always at the bottom of the job. As long as you have some skills and abilities, who is willing to spend a lot of time and energy in this way to earn the meager salary
So when Du Lin came to apply for a porter, the station manager needed to double check.
"You can call me Crean. Before you can work, you need to sign an agreement. In the agreement, you need to work at the station for at least six months. Within six months, no matter what reason you leave the station, , all must pay a liquidated damages of fifty yuan." Crean took out a contract from the drawer and placed it on the table. "The monthly salary is one yuan and a half, for each standard piece of goods transported. , and you get your two cents.”
"In addition, we will provide you with a place to live and two meals a day. You don't need to pay anything else for these. If you have no other objections, you can sign here." Crean signed the agreement. He changed the direction, poked his index finger at the top of the agreement, and pushed it forward.
Du Lin looked at the agreement on the table, held it in for a long time, and then said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I can't write my name."
Crean raised his brows without showing any mocking expression. He nodded slightly, "Don't be sad, kid. Many people working here can't write their names." He changed the agreement again. He came over and signed Dulin Kesma's name, then took out a red clay box and said, "Just put a fingerprint here."
"Although it may be a bit..., I think you should at least learn how to read newspapers and write your own name while you are young, what do you think?"
Du Lin took two steps back after pressing his fingerprints. He felt that the closer he got to Mr. Crean, the closer he got to the clean red table full of nobility, the more humble he seemed.
People should be equal, but in this room, facing Mr. Crean, he didn't feel any equality!
He lowered his head and responded, "Yes, I plan to find a school after I make money."
Mr. Crean glanced at the agreement and then took out one and pushed it to the edge of the table. "Very good. Learning can improve people's literacy and cognition. I know there is a place that specializes in teaching older people. And the price is very cheap. Of course, you should also understand that the key to whether you can learn something at a cheap place is yourself.”
He was just about to end the conversation when he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, after signing the agreement, you will be a worker at the station. Someone from the union may come to you in a few days. My suggestion is not to treat them as a worker." That's it." He smiled, put the agreement in the drawer, and then clasped his hands on the table. "Okay, you can go back. Report to the station warehouse before five o'clock tomorrow morning. I will Someone tells you what to do."
After leaving Mr. Crean's office, Dulin breathed a sigh of relief.
Since reaching the sky in one step is just wishful thinking and ridiculous arrogance, then just stay on the ground and move forward down-to-earth!
(End of chapter)