If he didn't leave here at this time, Dulin would face the siege of several thugs holding weapons. Although he came from the countryside and looked a little straightforward, he was definitely not a fool.

Seeing the mad dog Weisen rushed over with a knife, Dulin turned around and ran away. He didn't think his fleshy arms and legs could block the sharp iron greetings.

One person ran in front, and a few people chased behind. After chasing about two streets, the few people behind were panting and running and stopping. Looking at Du Lin, who was still running fast, disappeared from the corner of the street, so angry that they even felt uncomfortable in breathing. They are members of the gang, not athletes, and they may be very good at fighting and killing, but they are really not good at running.

"What... what's that guy's name?" Crazy Weisen held the street lamp post on the side of the road, like a very tired hawk, sticking out his tongue and gasping for breath. His chest was so hot that partly because the rapid breathing made the mucous membrane in the trachea become dry and tight, while partly because he was angry.

The follower beside him bent over his knees with his hands, and said intermittently: "It seems...it's called...Durin?"

After stopping running, Weisen felt a little better. He slashed the lamppost with one sword and shot out several sparks, "Let our people find him!"

Du Lin, who had run a long distance, stopped breathing and then did not notice the pursuers. He felt very uncomfortable, not because he might face gang revenge, nor because he was running, but because he lost a chance that could make him succeed.

He punched the wall on the roadside, and these damn gang members were really hateful.

At the same time, he had a question in his mind, what is the Fun Fee?

Since he arrived in the city, nothing has gone smoothly. Apart from the one dollar he earned on the first day, no one is willing to recruit him, nor has he anyway to make money. He has to stay in the bridge hole every day to endure the unpleasant smell. The food he eats is also the cheapest whole wheat bread, which is harder than a brick, and can only leave a few white spots when he hits it with a stone. What he drinks is also the groundwater pumped from the roadside water pump, and he hasn't even eaten a hot meal in the past half month.

Finally found an opportunity that could enable him to realize his life wishes, but he was destroyed by these people.

He walked around the two streets and returned to the bridge hole in a disgusting manner. He needed to think carefully about the future path. But when he approached the bridge hole, he was stunned. Because there were many wild dogs and mice near the bridge hole, he cleaned the bridge hole and made a simple door with a discarded wooden board. When he left, he blocked the bridge hole and prevented the mice or wild dogs from sneaking in and destroying his backpack and clothes.

But now... the door panel had cracked and was thrown aside. He ran into the bridge hole and became discouraged in an instant.

Everything was gone, including the damn cigarette box. He hid the cigarette box behind a loose brick, and now the brick was at his feet, and the small iron box was gone.

Nothing happened in almost a month. He sat on the ground leaning against the wall of the bridge hole with a depressed look on his face, covering his face with both hands.

Why?

Is this God's torture to me?

The first time he had the idea of ​​returning to the countryside and living his life mediocrely. But soon, the idea was swallowed by the crazy flames. He slowly put down his hands, clenched his fists tightly, and the corners of his eyes twitched 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! Breaking over and rushing over is a bright road. If I fall here, I will be an unwelcome countryman for the rest of my life! God has given me precious wealth, how can I be willing to fall? Nothing can stump me, isn't it just some difficulties? Come on, fight to the death!

He touched the four five cent coins in his pocket and turned around and left the bridge hole. Now his idea is no longer how to quickly become a decent person in the upper class, but how to survive in this city and find the path to his ideals.

"Are you sure?" An old man with gray hair and a piece of gold reading glasses in his left eye socket lowered his head and raised his eyebrows at him. The old man was dressed very well, and his decent suit and white shirt highlighted a very noble temperament. In the face of the old man's inquiry, Du Lin nodded vigorously.

This is the recruitment office of the steam locomotive station. The steam locomotive is something similar to the train in Dulin's dream. They all require rails, but the power source is different. The train uses a boiler to make steam to drive heavy car skins, while the steam locomotive uses something called Yaojing as the power source. Just put the Yaojing in the filler mouth of the machine and add some catalysts, Yaojing can continuously release unimaginable heat and gas.

At this time, some water is added and steam appears. This includes cars on the road and some large machinery on the construction site. Almost as long as it is a machinery, it uses Yaojing as the raw material.

In Dulin's eyes, the city of Trère may be a bustling metropolis, but for the entire empire it is just a border town. There is basically nothing good except for the production of food and animal skins.

Oh, right, there is wine.

Although Trneer is just a border town, it does not prevent the "Trneer Station" from becoming an important section of the entire Imperial rail transit. Every day, steam locomotives pass by here, unloading a large amount of cargo, or loading a large amount of cargo, and then leaving here.

Whether it is loading or unloading, it requires manual work. It is said that in some of the most prosperous cities of the empire, machinery has been used to replace human labor, and more than once parades have erupted.

Of course, in such a countryside, it is obviously cheaper to use manual labor.

Coolie is always the bottom of the work. Who would be willing to use this method to consume a lot of time and energy to earn the smallest salary?

So when Du Lin came to recruit porters, the station manager needed to confirm it again and again.

"You can call me Krien. Before you work, you need to sign an agreement. In the agreement, you need to work at the station for at least six months. In the six months, no matter what reason you leave the station, you must pay a penalty of fifty yuan." Krien took out a contract from the drawer and placed it on the table. "The salary is one yuan and five yuan per month. For every standard cargo you carry, you will be rewarded with two cents."

"In addition, we will provide you with a place to live, and there are two meals a day. These don't require you to pay anything else. If you have no other objections, you can sign it here." Krien turned the agreement, poked his index finger at the top of the agreement and pushed forward.

Du Lin looked at the agreement on the table and held it in for a long time before saying embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I won't write my name."

Krien raised his brows without showing any ridicule. He nodded slightly, "Don't be sad about the children. Many people working here will not write their own names." He turned the agreement over again, signed Dulin Ksma's name, and took out a red sludge box, "Just press a handprint here."

"Although it may be a bit..., I think you should learn how to read newspapers and write your own name while you are young, what do you think?"

Dulin stepped back two steps after pressing his handprint. He felt that he was getting ahead of Mr. Crien and the closer he was to the clean red table full of nobility, the more humble he seemed.

People should be equal, but in this room, facing Mr. Crien, he felt nothing equal!

He lowered his head and replied, "Yes, I plan to go to a school after I make money."

Mr. Krien took a look at the agreement and pushed it to the edge of the table, "It's great, learning can improve people's qualities and cognition. I know there is a place that teaches older people, and the price is very cheap. Of course, you should also understand that whether you can learn something in cheap places depends on yourself."

He was about to end the conversation when he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, after signing the agreement, you will be a station worker. In a few days, there may be union people coming to see you. My advice is not to take them seriously." He smiled, put the agreement in the drawer, then clasped his hands and put them on the table, "Okay, you can go back. Before five o'clock tomorrow morning, go to the station warehouse to report, and someone will tell you what you should do."

After leaving Mr. Crien's office, Dulin let out a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!