After arranging the literacy class, he spent a lot of money, and with the care of Mr. Crien, his daughter was very concerned. In this world where capital is king, rich people should enjoy people's respect and privileges in society. After all, money is people's father.

During the day, Dulin was busy staring at the blacksmith to make large stills, buying some necessary equipment and utensils, and attending literacy classes with fellow villagers at night. It has to be said that compared to the square words in the world in the dream, the words in this world are really not difficult to learn. Just like people can speak, know enough letters and then know how to spell these letters, basically reading is no problem.

All that is left is to increase reading volume, recite more vocabulary, and write. Every member of the association knows that such opportunities are hard-won, and knowledge is as expensive as money. For fast literacy classes like this, everyone needs to pay 15 yuan in tuition fees. This money is really an astronomical figure for these teenagers, at least before joining the association.

As long as there is a little money in their pocket, they will take it home and hand it over to their parents to improve their lives, add one or two pieces of clothing for their younger brothers and sisters, or buy them some delicious food. Therefore, every teenager is very serious about being able to learn to write and read aloud without anyone's advice. They are crazy about absorbing knowledge like sponges.

Except Graff.

"God is here, I think I'm going crazy!" Graf, who secretly hid a bottle of wine into the classroom, sat in the last row, looking at the twisting letters on the blackboard, he felt that his mind was big. He looked at Dulin very seriously beside him and asked, "Can I make more money after learning this?"

Du Lin glanced at him with his head, thought seriously, and then shook his head, "No, learning to read and write will not make you make more money!"

Graf hiccupped and sniffed out an unpleasant and stinky alcohol, "What am I learning about it?"

"At least it will make you live with dignity and dignity."

Graf laughed again, "Didn't we say it before? When we make money, let those college students be our deputy and then hire a few female secretary with high education. Isn't it more decent?"

Du Lin nodded this time. He could not wake up a drunk person who was unwilling to wake up, nor did he have to change other people's thoughts. There is a saying in the dream that is very correct, do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you. To put it simply, he is not a person who is willing to be controlled by others, so he will not easily control those who are unwilling to be controlled by him, except for special circumstances.

Graff was unwilling to be a cultured person, at least a person who could read newspapers fluently, and that was his business. After getting along with Graff these days, Dulin felt that he had seen Graff through it. This was a person with no ambitions. His most suitable job was to be an apartment house, and then wander around the streets all day, brag, spank and drink. But I have to say that Graff helped him, especially the more than 40 yuan, and some other trivial matters.

Dulin still thinks a bit heavy about friendship. Before Graf owes him, Graf must be his friend.

On the contrary, he has been very optimistic about the young man named Dufo. Perhaps this has something to do with Dufo being in prison. It is because he tasted helplessness and bitterness that he can understand the value of opportunities. Whether it is doing things, or sitting here to study and read, and learning some words, Dufo is the most serious.

A serious person may not be able to succeed, but if he is not serious..., he glanced at Graff, and he was doomed to fail.

On the fifth day, Dulin asked Dufo to focus on the construction of the farm shed, and he supervised different blacksmiths in the city to build different parts of the still. At this moment, Dufo suddenly ran over. This was something that had never happened before. No matter what Dulin told Dufo, he could always complete it meticulously and would never leave what he should have done like now.

Then, something must have happened on the farm.

He explained to the blacksmith a few words before walking out of the blacksmith shop. The cold air outside the house hit him, making him drown and suffocate for a moment when the cold and cold alternated. He took out a cigarette, threw it to Dufo, and lit one himself. When the two walked to the side of the road, Du Lin asked, "What happened in such a hurry?"

Dufo took a puff of cigarette and came over, lowered his voice and said, "Morris brought people here. He made a fuss for a while and said Hun had mortgaged the ranch to him, and he also said he wanted to see you."

Dulin's brows suddenly grabbed, and what he didn't want to see happened. He had praised Dufo before, saying that he was very clever. After seeing Hun go to the deli restaurant, he knew to go in and confirm whether Morris is there. In Dulin's opinion, since Hun has gone, he will never let him go if Morris can't get the money, but the problem still arises, but there is something wrong with it.

When he closed his eyes and pondered, Buddha took the initiative to leave for a while, so as not to disturb Du Lin's thinking.

After about four or five minutes, Du Lin threw the cigarette butt in his hand that was burning to the head of his butt on the ground. The cigarette butts bounced on the ground, and sparks splashed everywhere.

He figured it out that Hun must have given part of the money to Morris, and temporarily comforted Morris in this way, and then lied that he gave the ranch to Morris. After Morris got a certain amount of money, the value of the ranch must be extra, so he admitted this way. After resolving the debt, Hun had already taken his family and some simple homes back to his hometown four days ago.

It's so damn!

He kicked the light post beside him hard, making a muffled sound, causing all the pedestrians around him to look over.

Du Lin took a deep breath and summoned Dufo. He took out a roll of money from his pocket, counted out fifty dollars, and stuffed it into Dufo's hand. "In this way, arrange for someone to find out where Hu'en and his wife's hometown is, and then find them and take back our money. In addition, you go and tell Morris that you will meet at the Golden Crystal Bar tonight, and I will wait for him."

He took another step forward, and almost stuck with Dufo, and directly wrapped his hand around Dufo's shoulder and pressed it on his shoulder, "Bring a weapon, just in case!"

Dufo nodded vigorously, turned around and ran away.

Du Lin stood alone, and a nameless fire rose in his heart again, and he kicked the light post several times.

He was really angry. He felt that he had done a very good job. He knew that Hun's ranch would be from Morris after the end of the month, and knew that he could buy it from Morris at a cheaper price. But he felt that he should give Hun's family a way out and a chance. So he bought the waste ranch like a shit at a premium of 300 yuan.

But what did his kindness come from?

In exchange for deception and lies!

That damn guy must be very proud now, right? With hundreds or thousands of yuan, he got rid of the burden of debt and returned to his hometown to live a free life?

I'm so stupid!

Dulin slapped himself, and this incident also made him realize that in this cruel world, any trace of kindness may be used by others!

At this time, a policeman came to the side of the road. He frowned and looked at Du Lin, "Boy, is it the lamppost you kicked? According to the law of the empire, there will be punishment for destroying official duties, you know..."

Du Lin looked at the policeman as if he was looking at a grinning dog. Before he could finish speaking, he took out a roll of one dollar banknotes from another pocket of his pants with an impatient look on his face, lit five random pieces and threw them on the ground, and turned around and left.

The policeman originally wanted to teach this rude young man a lesson, but he looked at the five banknotes on the ground that had begun to float with the wind, immediately gave up his previous thoughts, bent down and picked them up one by one, put them in his pocket.

He straightened his police cap and continued to patrol his territory with a proud look on his face.
Chapter completed!