qsma empire

2: Survive

Turner City is located in the southern and western regions of the empire. Compared with the grand scene on the southeast coast, Turner City is a bit less prosperous. But for those who live in Turner City, it's heaven compared to other earthy, stinky countryside.
Du Lin looked at the busy street with curious eyes. Although he had seen a more prosperous and advanced city than this in his dream, it was just a dream, but now it is real. He weighed the backpack with patches on his shoulders, and looked around the street excitedly, while also thinking about what he should do first.
Learning culture is inevitable. He doesn't know a word of the characters on the streets, which will limit his future development. Secondly, he needs to find a job that can support himself in a short period of time. He does not require much salary or new water, as long as he can have a simple residence and two meals.
Walking on the streets of this unfamiliar city, there is a trace of fear in his heart, but more yearning for the future. He feels that the sky in the city is bluer than that in the countryside, and even the air is comfortable.
"Hey..., the kid over there!"
Du Lin followed the voice and looked at a car that looked funny to him, but next to the latest car in the world, a man with a rounded felt hat hooked his finger at him.
"Yes sir, what's the matter?" Doolin walked over immediately, he didn't know what the respectable man who looked very rich called himself, but he was new to the establishment of anything. I don't really care about this kind of call.

The man looked Doolin up and down and tilted his head slightly. There are several boxes in the back of the car, which should look heavy. "Help me move them to room 411 on the fourth floor."
Du Lin was stunned for a moment, but soon his face was full of smiles. He put the backpack on his back, walked to the edge of the box, and lifted it with force. The box was heavy and had wooden battens on the outside of the box, and there seemed to be some liquid sloshing around in the process of lifting it up. The man seemed surprised, pointed to the five-story building by the side of the road, and motioned him to hurry up.
Du Lin carried the heavy suitcase to the fourth floor panting. When he was in the countryside, he was already one of the main laborers in the family, and he usually had to do some heavy manual labor. Although these things are heavy, they have not been taken into account by him.
He went upstairs and found 411 according to the numbers he learned on the coins, which should be this room. He gently kicked the door twice with his foot, and after a while the door opened a crack, and a gloomy person looked at him from behind the crack with a gloomy look.
"It was a gentleman downstairs who asked me to bring these boxes up." Doolin explained.
The door opened a little wider, the guy leaned out and looked left and right, the long corridor was silent, and no one could be seen. The man only opened the door at this time, and Doolin noticed a detail. While opening the door, the guy put his right hand behind his back and pulled it out again.
He looked at the three boxes that Du Lin was holding in his arms, and there was some surprised expression on his face, "You have a lot of strength!" Then he moved aside and let Du Lin go in, "Just put things behind the door. ."
After he put the things down as instructed, the guy pushed Du Lin out of the room roughly, and then closed the door with a peng.
Looking at the closed wooden door, Du Lin was stunned for a while, then shrugged and went downstairs.
The gentleman downstairs didn't leave. He didn't say anything after seeing Doolin. He took out a one-dollar bill from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand. Without waiting for Durin to thank him, the guy drove off.
Looking at the car disappearing at the end of the street, Doolin blew a whistle. It seems that making money in the city is not as difficult as he imagined. See, in just over an hour, I made a dollar, which is on par with the income of ordinary people for three days.
People are always filled with some kind of proud feeling about the first time of anything, even a stupid one. While thinking about the dollar that I earned through my labor for the first time in my life, I was looking for a place to live on the side of the road. In fact, what he hopes most is to be able to find a place where leather utensils are made to order. The profession of a cobbler will never go hungry. This sentence was heard from an alcoholic who went to Wild Clover Town to buy wolf skins.
A wolf pelt worth ten cents—there will always be coyotes in twos and threes outside the town of Wild Alfalfa. Most of these coyotes are attracted by some livestock and livestock in the town, and they have become the most hated thing for the country people. The townspeople would trap the coyotes, skin them intact, and sell them to leather merchants who visit once a month.
According to the leather merchant, these wolf skins, which can only be sold for ten cents, can be sold for a dozen or even dozens of dollars after careful crafting by the cobblers!
Therefore, Du Lin felt that if he wanted to change his level of life as soon as possible, becoming an apprentice cobbler was obviously the most direct and quickest way.
In fact, he didn't know, other industries are similar as long as they do well.
After walking around the city, he almost turned his head dizzy. He had never seen such a big city, so many people, so many roads and so many houses.
Of course, there are also cars on the road.
Like the good things before, I haven't encountered it again. As for looking for a cobbler... I haven't found it either.
With the water drawn from the roadside pump and nibbling on whole-wheat bread as hard as a stone, Doolin completed the first step in his life and spent the night in the city.
Similarly, for the first time, he also felt something called loneliness. In a bridge hole, he curled up and gradually fell asleep to the whistling wind.
After a few days of going around the entire city of Trinell, I found three leather goods stores, but the store owner had no plans to recruit people. Dohring turned his hopes on other jobs, such as tailoring, carpentry, or whatever else looked decent. I don't know if it's because of his bad luck or some other reason, but no one is willing to recruit him. It also made him understand that there is always a gap that cannot be bridged between ideals and reality.
After two weeks, he finally found a way to make money from countless failures - car washing.
All you need is a bucket of water, a piece of cheap soap, a handful of vines and gourds that have dried up and rotted naturally, and a towel to clean cars on the roadside. The total cost of these things does not exceed a dollar, and a car wash can be paid at least five-tenths of a cent. If you wash a dozen or twenty cars a day, wouldn't you be able to make a fortune soon? According to some experiences in the dreamland, at this time, expand the business, hire people, and form your own brand effect. . . .
It seems to be very interesting.
On the evening of the 16th day in Turner, Doolin walked to the side of the road with a bucket of water. He has observed that across the road is the Turner Coliseum. Every day, many wealthy people drive here to enjoy opera and some burlesque. This is also the most profitable place.
After the day was getting darker, Turner City seemed to wake up from a deep sleep and came to life! The city was enough to shock Dohring, and it was difficult for him to imagine what the "big city" was like in people's mouths.
Didi, the whistle pulled him back from his distraction, and a new Ogham car stopped not far in front of him. A grim-faced guy in a trench coat and a top hat got out of the car. He glanced at Doolin, patted his car, then took out two five-cent coins from his pocket and threw them on the ground, and stepped onto the steps of the Turner Coliseum without looking back.
What an arrogant person!
Du Lin shook his head slightly and walked over with a bucket, thinking as he walked, if one day I will become a richer and more decent person than him, I can't be as arrogant as him!
People, and people, should be equal!