qsma empire

4: find a job

If he did not leave here at this time, Doolin would have to face the siege of several thugs armed with weapons. Although he is from the country, although he looks a little upright, he is definitely not an idiot.
Seeing Mad Dog Weisen rush over with a knife, Doolin turned around and ran away. He didn't think his fleshy arms and legs could block the greeting of sharp iron weapons.
One person ran in front, and a few people chased behind. After chasing for almost two streets, the people behind ran and stopped panting, watching Doolin, who was still running fast, disappear on the corner of the street, breathless. become uncomfortable. They are gang members, not athletes. They may be good at fighting, but they are really bad at running.
"That...what's the boy's name?" Mad enough Weisen held onto the lamppost on the side of the road, like a very tired Habakou, gasping for breath with his tongue out. The burning pain in his chest was partly due to the rapid panting that made the mucous membranes in the trachea dry and taut, and partly due to being suffocated.
Gen's servant beside him leaned over his knees with both hands and said intermittently, "It seems... called... Du Lin?"
After he stopped running, Wesson felt a little better. He slashed at the lamppost and shot out a few sparks, "Let our people find him!"
After running a long distance, Doolin didn't notice the pursuers and stopped panting. He was uncomfortable, not because he might face revenge from the gang, nor because running was uncomfortable, but because he lost one. Enough to make him miserable about his chances of success.
He punched the wall on the side of the road, these damn gang members, really hateful.
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 dollar he earned on the first day. No one is willing to recruit him, and there is no way to make money, and he has to endure the unpleasant smell in the bridge hole every day. The food is also the cheapest whole-wheat bread, which is harder than a brick, and only a few white spots are left when a stone is thrown on it. He also drank the groundwater pumped by the roadside pump, and he hadn't eaten a single hot meal in the past two weeks.
He finally found an opportunity for him to realize his wish in life, but it was destroyed by these people.
Somewhat dejected, he went around the two streets and returned to the bridge hole. He needed to think about the future in a quiet way. But when he approached the bridge hole, the whole person was stunned. Because there are many wild dogs and mice near the bridge hole, he cleaned the bridge hole and made a simple door with a piece of wood that was abandoned by others. Backpack and clothes.
But now... the door panel had been cracked and was thrown aside, he ran into the bridge hole, and his whole body instantly became disheartened.
Everything was gone, including that damn cigarette case. He hid the cigarette box behind a loose brick, and now the brick was under his feet, and the small iron box was gone.
For almost a month, nothing has come true. He slumped on the ground leaning against the wall of the bridge with a decadent look on his face, covering his face with his hands.
  Why?
Is this God's torture to me?
For the first time, he had the idea of ​​just going back to the country and living a life in mediocrity. But soon, this thought was swallowed up by the crazy flames. He slowly put down his hands, clenched them tightly into fists, and twitched the corners of his eyes a few times.
No, I can't just go back like this. This is not God's torture on me, but God's test on me! Rush over, rush over is a bright and smooth road, if I fall here, I will be an unpopular countryman all my life! God has given me precious treasures, how can I let myself fall? Nothing can stop me, is it not 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 were no longer how to quickly become a decent person in high society, but how to survive in this city, and then find the path to the ideal.
"Are you sure?" An old man with gray hair and a gold reading glasses in his left eye socket looked down at him and raised his eyebrows. The old man was dressed very elegantly. The decent suit and white shirt brought out 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 a kind of thing similar to the train in Dohring's dream. Both need rails, but the power source is different. Trains are powered by burning boilers to make steam to propel heavy wagons, while steam locomotives use something called obsidian as a power source. Just put the obsidian crystal in the filler mouth 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 appears. Including the cars on the road, some large machinery in the construction site, almost as long as the machinery, all use Yaojing as the raw material.
In Doolin's eyes, Trinell City may be a prosperous metropolis, but to the entire empire, it is just a border town, with basically nothing good except for the production of food and animal skins.
Oh yes, and wine.
Although Trinell is only a border town, it does not prevent "Ternell Station" from becoming an important part of the railway transportation of the entire empire. Every day, steam locomotives pass by here, unloading a large amount of goods, or loading a large amount 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, machinery has been used to replace human work, and more than one parade has broken out for this reason.
Of course, in such rural areas, it is obviously cheaper to use labor.
Coolies are always the bottom of the job. As long as there is some ability, who is willing to consume a lot of time and physical strength in this way to earn the most meager salary?
So when Du Lin came to apply for a porter, the manager of the station needed to confirm it again and again.
"You can call me Klein, and 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, and within six months you leave the station for whatever reason. , must pay a liquidated damage of fifty yuan." Klein took out a contract from the drawer and put it on the table, "The monthly salary is five yuan, and each standard cargo is carried. , you have a two-cent reward."
"In addition, we will provide you with a place to live, and two meals a day. These do not require you to pay anything else. If there are no other objections, you can sign here." Turning the direction, the index finger pokes the top of the agreement and pushes forward.
Du Lin looked at the agreement on the table, and after holding it for a long time, he said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I can't write my name."
Klein raised his brows, without showing any mocking expression, he nodded slightly, "Don't be sad child, many people who work here don't know how to write their names. He reversed the agreement again, After signing Doolin Kesma's name, he took out a red clay box, "Just press a handprint here. "
"Although it may be a bit... but I think you should at least learn how to read newspapers and write your name while you are young, what do you think?"
Doolin took two steps back after pressing his handprint. He felt that the closer he got to Mr. Klein, the closer he got to the clean red table full of extravagance, the more humble he appeared.
People should be equal, but in this room, facing Mr. Klein, he felt that there was no trace of equality!
He lowered his head and replied, "Yes, I plan to go to a school after I make money."
Mr. Klein took a look at the agreement, took out a copy, 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 whether you can learn something in a cheap place depends on yourself."
Just as he was about to end the conversation, he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, after signing the agreement, you will be a worker at the station. In a few days, people from the union may come to you. My suggestion is not to treat them as a worker. It's the matter." He smiled, put the agreement in the drawer, then clasped his hands and fingers on the table, "Okay, you can go back, and report to the warehouse at the station before five o'clock tomorrow morning. Someone told you what to do."
After leaving Mr. Klein's office, Doolin often exhaled.
Since it is only wishful thinking and ridiculously arrogant to take one step to the sky, then fall to the ground and walk forward with your feet on the ground!