The sin of wearing a crown

Although it is said that this steam city wakes up after early morning, in fact, classes such as coachmen and workers often have to get up very early, and in extreme cases, they have to get up in the dark at three in the morning. Without an alarm clock, a window knocker with a pocket watch is needed at this time to wake them up.

Window knockers, rat catchers, cat feeders, etc. are all products of this era.

The man Lin En saw on Squirrel Street, holding up a long wooden pole with a small lantern hanging around his waist, was the window knocker. In fact, window knockers often only work in the lower city. If you go up, people either have pocket watches or maids or both, and there is no need for window knockers to knock on the windows to remind themselves that it is time to get up.

As the two knockers passed each other, Linn heard them talking about how much they were paid for their work.

Knock on a window and get 1/2p.

If the average weekly salary just announced by the city government this year is 15 soles and 9 pence, the window knockers will have to knock on at least 56 windows every night, seven days a week.

After doing some mental calculations, Linn said to him, "56 windows are not a row of 56 windows waiting for you to knock. The poor people's calculations can be as accurate as Mr. Boris's water bill. If you knock on a window, it will be around here." The workers in two or three buildings were all numb.

Lynn knew that being a window knocker was not the only fixed job for a person, but it also reflected how the Kingdom of Albion had been dragged down economically by the protracted war. The scary thing was that the entire continent was being destroyed by chariots. It dragged on, as if everyone was gritting their teeth to see who couldn't hold on first.

‘Am I also a multi-millionaire if my monthly income is the same as that of the richest man? ’

Recalling a certain popular meme and the wealth distribution issue reflected behind it, Linn stood on this noisy little street and couldn't help but loosen the collar that might have been too tight for going out today.

He always felt that it was a little difficult to breathe. Looking at the occasional gas lamp, he felt that there was something missing there.

Since two months.

Although Lin En lives in this street, it is not yet the lowest street in the [Steam City]. Apart from reading and showing off, he has no time to pay attention to other people's living income and expenses. Now Lin En is also caused by some thoughts before time travel, so she can't help but want to take a walk.

It is not difficult to foresee that he himself will have to live on Squirrel Street for a while.

If you don’t know what the area you live in is like, you won’t know where the red lines are for people here. Some of the aristocratic men who were hanged before time travel were like this. They sat elegantly in the manor and drank coffee, not caring about the life and death of the mud-legged people outside. As a result, the noble man was dumbfounded as he watched the mob that rushed into the manor and killed his family. Small points.

I don’t know if it’s due to extraordinary factors or the secular regime being too stable. During our conversations from time to time, Lin En discovered that people’s red lines are very low.

Lin En walked and walked through most of Squirrel Street. Most of the time he spent chatting with some youth gang members about their current situation. However, when passing by a stolen goods den on the street, Lin En, whose eyelids were trembling, actually saw a free clinic. It was hard for him to imagine that there was a free clinic in this era when medicine was more valuable than human life.

Lin En, who had almost walked from the end of the street to the street, came to the free clinic table out of curiosity. What surprised Lin En was that not many people came for treatment.

This was so unconventional. Lin En wanted to take a closer look at things that were out of line with common sense.

"Um, do you need to take a look?"

“Free diagnostics are available here.”

The two volunteer doctors, who were slightly more mature than Lynn and looked like college students, spoke up. Looking at Lynn's neat clothes and fair skin, they naturally shrank from using the honorific.

Lin En came to the table and glanced at the various case diagrams on the table, then turned around and looked around, then knocked on the table with a curious smile.

"Are you a doctor?"

"They are medical students who are about to graduate, but we have obtained permission from our instructor for out-diagnosis." One of the teenagers with freckles on his face subconsciously wanted to stand up, but his companion hurriedly pulled him.

[Mainland Medical Association] is not only an association but also a college for training doctors. What's more interesting is that, in accordance with the spirit of the Hippocratic Declaration, this college will also provide some free admission places to poor children, which can be regarded as a quick way to advance to the bottom of the city.

There is a sense of unconfidence and inferiority in the words and actions of these two people.

This is not difficult to understand given their origins and the environment they have been exposed to for a long time.

"Why do you want to come here for a free clinic?" Linn picked up a brochure that looked like a propaganda book about the dangers of diseases. There were vivid drawings on it. In addition to the plague, Linn also saw tuberculosis, cholera, measles, scurvy, and whooping cough. Hysteria and hysteria, there are many terminal diseases with the medical level of this era.

The two people's words confirmed Lin En's guess.

The boy with freckles is named Arthur, and the other is a calmer short man named Qian Ning. They were also residents of Squirrel Street. After extremely hard work and good luck, they became apprentices of the [Continental Medical Association] and finally achieved success in their studies. They want to come back here and learn from the teachers who run free clinics and help their former neighbors on the street.

It's just that the results don't seem so ideal.

They came here excitedly early in the morning, but were thrown a basin of cold water by this deserted scene. They were all doubting their lives. This was completely different from the scene during their teacher’s free clinic.

"You must have been young when you moved away from Squirrel Street." After hearing the two complaints, Lin rubbed his fingers and explained with a smile. "At this time, even those who are unwell and able to stand up are going to work. The child labor consultation plan promulgated five months ago stipulates that factory owners allow child labor to legally help the public if they are willing to add 1 to 2 pence. You sit down How can we find those who really need help here?”

Those who need help are already lying in cramped and smelly rented houses hoping that their bodies will survive.

This is Xiacheng District, not Zhongcheng District.

When the free clinic is open, company employees who have plenty of time will come and take a look. This is Squirrel Street. This is Squirrel Street, where laundry workers or craft housewives can only earn 14 pence or less after working all day. However, there is something really wrong with this scene of no one at all.

Lin En's suggestion made them suddenly realize, and they lowered their heads in shame.

"The fact that you can sit here peacefully for so long shows that there are actually people who need help. Let me help you ask." After stroking his fingers, Lin En snapped his fingers and waved to a shoe shine boy on the street who was waiting for business. Many of the child workers on this street are actually members of youth gangs, and they have a lot of work to do.

Arthur and Channing watched with gratitude as Lynn talked with the shoe shine boy. Soon, for a commission of 2 pence, they got the service of a shoe shine boy walking through the streets, with someone from the Youth Gang as a guide. No one would make things difficult for these two people who went to the free clinic.

Before they left, the shoe shine boy looked at Linn with admiration and whispered.

"Young master, they'd better not come on weekends, otherwise the uncles who are not afraid of pain in the chapel will be angry."

After saying that, he took the two people and ran away.

'Chapel? ’

Linn frowned slightly. He knew that there was a shabby little church in the Dajing Courtyard at the end of Squirrel Street. Someone had just moved there and preached to him, but the specific god it was worshiped was unclear. Linn had a keen sense of trouble. Albion officials had always strictly controlled unorthodox beliefs.

Thanks to thiS~ Xiaolei and the original monthly pass, the first update is here. I ask for votes and follow up every day. Use your little fingers to leave traces of readers in the comment area w