Working on a "pier" is not an easy task. A large amount of goods need to be unloaded or loaded every day, almost from dawn to late at night.

The salary for this job is very low and the intensity is very high, so it is difficult to recruit sufficient personnel, which means that there is a breach of contract clause in the agreement that requires compensation of fifty yuan if it takes less than half a year. As for why it is half a year rather than a year or two or even longer, there is a reason. This high-intensity work may only bring people a feeling of fatigue in the early stages, but as the work time continues to increase, the physical aspect is no longer as simple as fatigue.

Lack of nutritional supplements and comfortable rest environments, steam locomotives will pass by at night. As overwork and illnesses over time, these porters will have some physical problems, such as "occupational diseases" such as bone deformities. According to the capitalists' ideas, these sick workers can no longer continue to take on the heavy work of porters. Spending money to support them and giving them food, drink and accommodation is already a loss-making behavior. The only way out for these workers is to be kicked out.

But things cannot go so smoothly because there is a trade union. The trade union is something that makes all capitalists feel nauseous and want to vomit. They hate the trade union and cannot do without the trade union. They can only pinch their noses to make themselves feel better as much as possible. Under the dual care of the Imperial Law and the Divine Law, 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 keep them until they are forty-five years old.

God is here, let alone feeding them, even if you pay five cents more, it is a kind of flesh-cutting behavior for capitalists that can make them feel pain. Therefore, the agreement at the station is signed every six months. After the agreement expires, the station will issue a note to the workers who request a renewal. After they have a physical examination, they will confirm that they are not sick or have no bone deformities before they can continue to sign the agreement. As for the workers who have physical problems, they will just drive them out. After fulfilling the contract, regardless of whether these workers have become sick due to overwork or whether they are sick because of heavy physical work at the station, it has nothing to do with the station.

By that time, the union would have no power and excuses to chop each other with the station.

Of course, Dulin would not know this. In Mr. Krien's eyes, this is a fool from the countryside. He threw it out after six months and let him die himself! What? Learning? That's the school run by his daughter. Why not introduce the workers to learn a little knowledge and increase their knowledge and education?

Du Lin arrived at the station early the next morning, and there was a hint of autumn chill in the early morning of late summer and early autumn. He wiped his arms with his hands, bringing some warmth to his body. When he stood by the platform with oil lamps, there were already many workers around, ready to welcome the first steam locomotive.

"New?" A guy in his thirties, who was as strong as a human bear, only wore a vest. He held a cigarette in his mouth, took another one, and handed it to Dulin.

When they were in the countryside, their brothers and others would sometimes steal Mr. Ksma's cigarettes. Each of them took a sip and sucked the clouds and spitting mists. It was simply a joyful pastime. Facing the cigarettes handed by strangers, he hesitated, but he took them over and thanked them for this, "Thank you for your cigarette, I am Dulin."

The man bear took out a match and wiped Dulin's collar, and a strong white smoke suddenly rose. Both of them tilted their heads to avoid the supposedly poisonous white smoke, and then they came to the burning match and lit the cigarette.

The guy shook the match and threw it on the ground. He stepped on it a few more feet and crushed it. After taking a deep breath, he spitted out cigarettes while saying, "Smoking is prohibited in the station. It is said that there have been disasters in other places where smoking in the station caused the goods to be burned." He stretched out his hand and grinned, "My name is Graf, I'm very happy to be your coworker."

Dulin reached out to graffle Graff, and immediately felt much closer. This is the charm of social interaction. Simple conversations, and sharing that may not be considered gifts, can quickly bring the relationship between two strangers closer.

"I'm honored, sir." Dulin was very polite. He nodded and took a sip of cigarettes, then coughed.

Graf smiled loudly, he patted Dulin on the back and said with a smile: "Don't use the word "sir". It's only used by the big guys in the upper class. Just call me my name. Also, is it strong enough?" He took off the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and held his fingers in front of Dulin.

After coughing for a while, Du Lin came over. He never dared to smoke the cigarette again. He coughed and his face turned pale, "What is it in this?"

Graff seemed very happy and proud, "In addition to a small part of the tobacco leaves, there were straws, dried and cut silk from the vines, and by the way, there were some blood orange peels and a little bit of pepper peel ground into flour."

"Let that boy go, Graf, who can stand your thing?" Someone had noticed the situation here for a long time, and immediately a worker started to laugh and shout.

Graf didn't care at all, and held the cigarette in his mouth again, glanced at them sideways, "This guy can stand it!" He arched Dulin with his arm, almost losing his balance and threw Dulin to the ground, "Do you think it's easy to smoke?"

In fact, most of the cigarettes that workers smoke are cigarettes that add some things themselves, because what they earn is not enough to make them qualified to consume expensive things like cigarettes. They usually pick up some cigarette butts with about one 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 that they pick up for a day. But if a little material is added, they can even roll out a pack.

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 many things, most people have recognized the dried zipper shreds and dried blood orange peels. As for the straw and chili powder added by Graff..., that is his personal hobby.

Dulin looked at Graff's sincere eyes and the expectation in his eyes. The kind and innocent country boy could only grit his teeth and snatch again, his face almost turned pale, "No, okay!" After saying that, he coughed a few more times, which made Graff laugh.

Dulin could see that Graff was not playing with him, he was really laughing happily.

At this time, the steam locomotive in the distance began to honk the whistle, and the workers began to pack up their tools, standing by the platform waiting to unload the goods.

When the steam locomotive arrived at the station, Du Lin discovered that the so-called "standard goods" did not mean a package, a sack or a box, but a lot of them. According to some of the knowledge he learned in his dream, there were almost four cubic meters. In fact, it was correct to think about it. If you could give two cents if you just run back and forth, you might not have to recruit workers at all, and you would have been crowded by workers.

Graff handed Dulin two ropes tied together at both ends, and then helped him pass through his arm and put them on his shoulders, forming an X shape behind him. "If you only use brute force, you will have no strength at most. Use this rope to stretch the two corners of the box to use the strength of the whole body, and it will be relatively relaxed and not hurt your body." As he said that, he punched Dulin on Dulin's shoulder, "You have more things to learn, brother!"

The morning work was relatively relaxed, and there were not many steam locomotives running around at night. It was not until the afternoon that Dulin felt real fatigue. Steam locomotives kept coming in, and Mr. Krien also walked out of the office, scolding workers and arranging the dispatch. He was busy from about one o'clock to seven o'clock in the evening, so he had time to take a breath.

Dulin, whose arms had already begun to tremble, could not even clench his fists, sat at the dining table, holding a piece of bread with his trembling hands, and lowered his head to drink the broth placed on the table.

Today, according to the workers, he earned twelve points. If he maintains this progress, he can earn 5 yuan per month this month, which is already a good result for novices.

Graf also walked over with a bowl full of broth and took a few bread. He sat next to Dulin, biting the bread in big mouthfuls, so he couldn't even say anything clearly. "Don't take a shower at night, just take off your clothes and go to bed, don't do anything else, otherwise you won't be able to do anything tomorrow."

Dulin always believed what experienced people said, and Graff did not say anything that made him feel ridiculous, but just kept him from taking a bath. It didn't take too long to think about it, Dulin decided to believe Graff's advice, and he also raised a question.

"Mr. Krien told me that in a few days the union people would come to me and told me not to join the union. Should I join?"

Graff's face immediately showed a look of contempt. He looked back at the window with lights on the second floor, and sneered, "Don't listen to that liar. If he doesn't join the union, who can guarantee the rights of us lower-level workers? He just wants to get a bargain from you. Besides, is the membership fee of fifty tens very expensive?"

Dulin nodded, finished the soup in the bowl in one bite, and even ate a piece of meat as big as a small fingernail.
Chapter completed!