qsma empire

5: Tobacco with Chili Flakes

Working on the "dock" is not an easy job. A large amount of cargo needs to be unloaded or loaded every day, and it is almost always working from dawn until late at night.
The salary of this job is very low and the intensity is very high, so it is difficult to recruit enough people, which is why the agreement stipulates that if you work less than half a year, you need to pay 50 yuan. As for why it is half a year instead of a year or two or even longer, there are reasons. This kind of high-intensity work may only make people feel tired at the beginning, but as the hours of work continue to increase, the physical aspect is no longer as simple as fatigue.
There is no nutritional supplement, no comfortable resting environment, and steam locomotives will pass by at night. Over time, these porters will suffer from some physical problems, such as "occupational diseases" such as skeletal deformities. . According to the ideas of capitalists, these sick workers can no longer undertake the heavy porter work. It is already a loss-making behavior to spend money to support them, and to feed them, drink and shelter them. The only way out for these workers is to be kicked. go out.
However, it is impossible for things to go so smoothly because of the existence of trade unions. Trade unions are something that makes all capitalists feel sick to their stomachs and want to vomit. They hate trade unions and cannot do without them. They can only squeeze their noses to make themselves feel better. With care, avoid certain rules.
For example, occupational diseases are considered work-related injuries. Either the station pays a lot of money to send the workers away, or they are supported until they are forty-five years old.
God is above, let alone feed them, even if they pay five cents more, it is a kind of meat-cutting behavior that can make them feel pain, so the agreement at the station is signed every six months. After the agreement expires, the station will issue a note to those workers who request to renew their contract. They can only continue to sign the agreement after they have undergone a medical examination to confirm that they are not sick and have no skeletal deformities. As for those workers who have physical problems, they are directly thrown out. After fulfilling the contract, whether these workers are overworked or sick because of heavy physical work at the station has nothing to do with the station.
At that time, the union has no right or excuse to hack each other with the station.
Of course, Dühring wouldn't know about this. In Mr. Klein's eyes, he was just a country idiot who would be thrown out after six months and let him kill himself! What? study? It was a school run by his daughter, so why not introduce the workers to learn a little bit of knowledge and increase their knowledge and upbringing?
The next morning Doolin arrived at the station early in the morning. There was already a hint of autumn coolness in the early morning of late summer and early autumn. He wiped his arms with both hands, bringing some warmth to his body. When standing on the edge of the platform with oil lamps, there are already many workers around, ready to meet the first steam locomotive.

"New?" A sturdy guy in his thirties who looked like a bear was wearing only a vest. With a cigarette in his mouth, he took another and handed it to Du Forest.
When they were in the country, the brothers would sometimes steal Mr. Kesma's cigarettes. Each of them took a puff and puffed the clouds. Facing the cigarette handed over by the stranger, he hesitated for a while, but took it and thanked him, "Thank you for the cigarette, I'm Doolin."
The man bear took out a match and wiped it on Doolin's collar, and a thick white smoke suddenly rose. Both tilted their heads to avoid the white smoke that was said to be poisonous, and then got close to the burning match and lit the cigarette.
The guy threw the match and threw it on the ground, stepped on a few more feet, crushed it, took a deep breath and puffed out the smoke, while saying: "Smoking is prohibited in the station, and it is said that other places have happened at the station. Smoking in the room caused the disaster to burn the goods." He stretched out his hand and grinned, "My name is Graf, I'm glad to be your co-worker."
Doolin reached out and shook Graf's hand, and immediately felt a lot closer. That's the beauty of social interaction. Simple conversations and sharing that may not be considered gifts can quickly bring two strangers closer together.
"It's an honor for me, sir." Doolin was very polite. He nodded his head and took a breath, then coughed.
Graff laughed loudly. He patted Doolin on the back, and said with a smile: "Don't use the word sir, it's only used by big people in high society, just call me by my name. Besides, is it enough?", He took off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, held it with two fingers and waved it in front of Doolin.
After coughing for a while, Du Lin came through. He didn't dare to smoke this cigarette anymore. His face turned pale after coughing, "What exactly is in here?"
Graff seemed very happy and proud. "In addition to a small amount of tobacco leaves, there are straw, dried and shredded cantan gourds, and by the way, some blood orange peels and a little bit of ground flour. Pepper peel."
"You let that kid go, Graff, who can stand that thing of yours?" Someone noticed the situation here long ago, and immediately some workers laughed and shouted.
Graff didn't care at all, put the cigarette in his mouth again, and gave them a sidelong glance, "This guy can take it!" He arched Doolin with his arm, almost knocking Doolin off balance and falling. On the ground, "You said yes, is it easy to smoke?"
In fact, most of the cigarettes smoked by the workers are cigarettes with some things added by themselves, because the money they make is not enough to qualify them to consume expensive things like cigarettes. They usually pick up some cigarette butts with about a centimeter left from the station, pour out the tobacco leaves, and collect them. If these tobacco leaves are simply rolled into cigarettes, they may only roll out two or three cigarette butts a day. But if you add a little more material, you can roll out a bag more or less.
The upper class has the luxury of the upper class, and the lower class also has the survival wisdom of the lower class. After trying a lot of things, most people agree with dried cane shreds and dried blood orange peels. As for Graff's added straw and paprika... that's his personal preference.
Doolin looked at Graff's sincere eyes and the hope in his eyes. The kind and simple country boy could only bite the bullet and take another sip, his face almost turning pale, "Yes, yes!" After speaking, he coughed again. A few times, making Graff laugh.
Dühring could see that Graff wasn't playing tricks on him, he was really laughing happily.
At this time, the steam locomotive in the distance began to whistle, and the workers began to pack up their tools, standing on the edge of the platform waiting to unload the goods.
When the steam locomotive arrived at the station, Doolin discovered that the so-called "standard goods" did not mean a package, a sack or a box, but a lot. According to some knowledge he learned in his dream, there are almost four cubes. In fact, if you think about it, you are right. If you can only pay two cents for running back and forth, I am afraid that the station does not need to recruit workers at all, and it will already be crowded with workers.
Graff handed Doolin two ropes tied together at both ends, then helped him pass his arms over his shoulders, forming an X shape behind his back, "If you only use brute force, you won't have the strength to run five or six times at most. Now, use this rope to tie the two corners of the box, you can use the strength of your whole body, and it will be relatively easy and not hurt your body." As he said, he slammed a punch on Doolin's shoulder, "What you want to learn More to come, brother!"
The work in the morning was relatively easy, and there were not many steam locomotives on the road at night. It was only in the afternoon that Du Lin felt the real exhaustion. Steam locomotives kept coming in, and Mr. Klein also came out of the office, berating the workers while arranging scheduling. He was almost busy from more than one o'clock to seven o'clock in the evening when he had time to catch his breath.
His arms had already begun to tremble, and Du Lin, who could not even clench his fists, was sitting at the dining table, holding a piece of bread with trembling hands, and drinking the broth on the table with his head down.
Today, according to the workers, he earned twelve points. If this progress is maintained, he can earn five yuan this month, which is a good result for a novice.
Graff also came over with a bowl full of broth and some bread at this time. He sat beside Doolin, biting the bread so much that he couldn't even speak. , "Don't take a shower at night, go to bed with your clothes off, don't do anything else, or you won't be able to do anything tomorrow."
Dühring always believed what experienced people said, and Graff didn't say things that made him feel ridiculous, just told him not to take a bath. It didn't take long for Doering to believe Graff's advice, and he also raised a question.
"Mr. Klein told me that in a few days, people from the union will come to me and ask me not to join the union. Should I join?"
Graff's face immediately showed a look of contempt, he glanced back at the lit window on the second floor, hehe sneered, "Don't listen to that liar, if you don't join the union, who can guarantee us low-level workers The rights and interests? He just wants to take a bargain from you, and besides, is the 50-cent membership fee very expensive?"
Du Lin nodded and drank the broth in one gulp, and actually ate a piece of meat the size of a small fingernail.
  "I understand!"