Cosma Empire

If he didn't leave here at this time, then Du Lin would face the siege of several thugs armed with murder weapons. Although he is from the countryside, although he looks a bit upright, he is definitely not an idiot.

Seeing the mad dog Wesen rushing over with a knife, Du Lin turned around and ran away. He didn't think that his fleshy arms and legs could block the call of sharp iron tools.

One person ran in front, and several people chased after them. After chasing for almost two streets, the few people behind ran and stopped panting heavily. Watching Du Lin, who was still running fast, disappear into the street corner, he was so angry that he couldn't even breathe. become uncomfortable. They are gang members, not athletes. They may be good at fighting and killing, but they are really not good at running.

"What's that... kid's name?" Crazy Wesen was holding on to the lamppost by the side of the road, like a very tired huckster, panting heavily with his tongue out. The burning pain in his chest was partly due to the rapid panting that made the mucous membrane in the trachea dry and tight, and partly due to being gasped.

Gen's servant beside him bent over with his hands on his knees, and said intermittently, "It seems... called... Du Lin?"

After he stopped running, Wei Sen felt better. He slashed at the lamppost and shot out a few sparks, "Let our people find him!"

After running for a long distance, Du Lin stopped panting after he didn't notice the pursuers. He was very uncomfortable, not because he might face revenge from the gang, nor because he was uncomfortable running, but because he lost a Enough to make him feel uncomfortable about his chances of success.

He punched the wall on the side of the road, these goddamn gang members, it's really disgusting.

At the same time, he still has a question in his mind, what exactly is the comfort fee.

Since he came to the city, nothing has gone smoothly, except for the one dollar he earned on the first day. No one is willing to recruit him, and there is no way to make money. Every day, he has to nest in the bridge hole and endure the bad smell. What I ate was the cheapest whole-wheat bread, which was harder than a brick, and when I hit it with a stone, I could only leave a few white spots. What he drank was groundwater pumped out by roadside pumps, and he hadn't even had a hot meal for more than half a month.

He finally found an opportunity that allowed him to realize his life wishes, but was destroyed by these people again.

A little dejected, he walked around two streets and returned to the bridge hole. He needed to think about the road ahead quietly. But when he approached the bridge hole, he was stunned. Because there are many wild dogs and rats near the bridge hole, after cleaning the bridge hole, he made a simple door with a piece of wood discarded by others, and blocked the bridge hole when he left, preventing those rats or wild dogs from slipping in and destroying his. Backpacks and clothes.

But now... the door panel was cracked, and he was thrown aside. He rushed into the bridge hole, and his whole body instantly became disheartened.

Everything was gone, including the damn cigarette box. He had hidden the cigarette box behind a loose brick, which was now at his feet, and the tin box was gone.

For almost a month, nothing happened as he wished. He leaned against the wall of the bridge hole and sat down on the ground with his hands covering his face.

Why?

Is this God's torture to me?

For the first time, he had the idea of ​​just returning to the countryside and living a mediocre life. But soon, this idea was swallowed by the crazy flames. He slowly lowered his hands, clenched into fists tightly, and the corners of his eyes twitched a few times.

No, I can't just go back like this, this is not God's torture for me, but God's test for me! Rushing over, rushing over is a bright and smooth path, 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 be willing to degenerate? Nothing can stop me,

Isn't it just some difficulties? Come on, fight to the death!

He touched the four five-cent coins in his pocket, turned and left the bridge hole. Now his thoughts are no longer how to quickly become a decent person in the upper class, but how to survive in this city, and then find The road to the ideal.

"Are you sure?" An old man with gray hair and a gold-rimmed reading glass in his left eye socket looked down at him. The old man was very well dressed, and his suit and white shirt set off 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 Durin's Dreamland. Both need rails, but the power source is different. The train burns boilers to produce steam to push heavy wagons, while the steam locomotive uses something called Yaojing as a power source. Just put Yaojing in the filling port of the machine, add some catalysts, and Yaojing can continuously release unimaginable heat and gas.

Add some water at this time, and steam will appear. Including cars on the road and some large machinery on the construction site, almost as long as they are machinery, they all use Yaojing as raw materials.

In the eyes of Durin, Tener City may be a prosperous metropolis, but to the entire empire, it is just a small frontier town. Apart from producing food and animal skins, there are basically no good things.

Oh yes, and wine.

Although Tenell is only a small border town, it does not prevent "Tenell Station" from becoming an important part of the entire empire's rail traffic. Steam locomotives pass by here every day, unload a lot of goods, or load a lot of goods, and then leave here.

Whether it is 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 been used to replace 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 the bottom of the work. As long as there is some ability, who is willing to use this method to consume a lot of time and energy to earn the meager salary?

So when Du Lin came to apply for a porter, the manager of the station needed to double check.

"You can call me Klein. 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. No matter what reason you leave the station within six months , must pay a liquidated damages of fifty yuan." Klein took out a contract from the drawer and put it on the table, "The monthly salary is one yuan and five yuan, and every time a standard cargo is moved , you have a reward of 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." Klein said the agreement Turning the direction, the index finger pokes at the top of the agreement, and pushes forward.

Du Lin looked at the agreement on the table, held back for a long time, and then said with some embarrassment: "Sorry, I can't write my name."

Klein raised his brows and didn't show any mocking expression. He nodded slightly, "Don't feel sorry for the child, many people who work here don't know how to write their names." He reversed the agreement again Come over, after signing Dulin Kesma's name, he took out a red clay box, "Just press a fingerprint here."

"Although it may be a bit...but 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 taking his fingerprints. He felt that the closer he was to Mr. Klein, and the closer he was to the clean red table full of luxury, the more humble he looked.

People should be equal, but in this room, facing Mr. Klein, he felt that there was no such thing as equality!

He lowered his head and replied, "Yes, I plan to find a school after I earn money."

Mr. Klein took a look at the agreement, took out a copy, and pushed it to the edge of the table, "Very well, learning can improve people's quality and cognition. I know there is a place dedicated to teaching older people. And the price is very cheap. Of course, you should also understand that whether you can learn something from a cheap place depends on yourself."

He was just about to end this conversation when he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, after signing the agreement, you will be a worker at the station. People from the trade union may come to you in a few days. My suggestion is not to treat them as a worker." What’s going on.” He smiled, put the agreement in a drawer, clasped his fingers together, and placed it on the table, “Okay, you can go back, and report to the warehouse at the station before five o’clock tomorrow morning. Someone tell you what to do."

After leaving Mr. Klein's office, Du Lin often breathed a sigh of relief.

Since going to the sky in one step is just my own wishful thinking and ridiculous arrogance, then fall on the ground and move forward in a down-to-earth manner!