If he doesn''t leave here at this time, Dooling will face the siege of several thugs with murder weapons. Although he comes from the countryside and looks a little upright, he is definitely not a fool.

    Watching the mad dog Wesen rush over with a knife, Turin turns and runs. He didn''t think his fleshy arms and legs could block the call of sharp iron.

    One person was running in front, and several people were chasing after him. After chasing for almost two blocks, the latter several people ran and stopped panting. They looked at the still running fast Dulin disappearing at the corner of the street. They were so angry that even their breathing became uncomfortable. They are gang members, not athletes. They may be good at fighting and killing, but they are really not good at running.

    "What''s the... Boy''s name?", crazy enough, Wesson held the street lamp post on the side of the road, like a very tired Haba mouth, sticking out his tongue and gasping for breath. The burning pain in his chest is partly due to the rapid breathing, which makes the mucous membrane in his trachea dry and tight, and partly due to the breathing.

    The attendant beside him leaned down with his hands on his knees and said intermittently, "it seems... It''s called... Turin?"

    After stopping running, Wesson felt better. He cut on the street lamp post and burst out several sparks, "let our people find him!"

    After running for a long distance, Du Lin gasped and stopped after he didn''t find the pursuer. He was very uncomfortable, not because he might face the Revenge of the gang, nor because he was uncomfortable running, but because he lost a chance to make him succeed.

    He punched the wall on the side of the road. These damn gang members are really hateful.

    At the same time, he still has a question in his mind, what is the welfare fee.

    Since he came to the city, nothing has gone smoothly, except a dollar he made on the first day. No one wants to attract him, and there is no way to make money. He has to stay in the bridge hole every day and endure the bad smell. It''s also the cheapest whole wheat bread. It''s harder than a brick. When you hit it with a stone, you can only leave a few white spots. What I drink is also the groundwater pumped out by the roadside pump. I haven''t eaten a hot meal for more than half a month.

    It was not easy to find an opportunity for him to realize his life wish, but it was destroyed by these people.

    A little frustrated, he bypassed the two streets and returned to the bridge cave. He needs to think about the future carefully and quietly. But when he approached the bridge, the whole man 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 abandoned by others. When he left, he blocked the bridge hole to prevent those mice or wild dogs from sneaking in and damaging his backpack and clothes.

    But now... The door panel had cracked and was thrown aside. He rushed into the bridge hole, and the whole person became frustrated and cold in an instant.

    Everything is gone, including the damn cigarette box. He hid the cigarette box behind a loose brick. Now the brick is under his feet and the small iron box is gone.

    For almost a month, nothing had happened. He sat on the ground with a decadent face against the wall of the bridge hole, covering his face with his hands.

    Why?

    Is this God''s torture for me?

    For the first time, he had the idea of going back to the countryside and living a mediocre life. But soon, the idea was swallowed by the crazy flame. His hands slowly put down, clenched into fists, and his eyes twitched a few times.

    No, I can''t just go back. This is not God''s torture to me, but God''s test to me! Rush over, rush over is the smooth path of light. If I fall here, I will be an unpopular countryman all my life! God has given me precious wealth, how can I fall willingly? Nothing can stop me, isn''t it just some difficulties? Come on, fight to the death!

    He touched the four nickels in his pocket and turned to leave the bridge. Now his idea is no longer how to quickly become a decent person in the upper class society, but how to survive in the city and find the way to the ideal.

    "Are you sure?" an old man with gray hair and a gold reading glass in his left eye socket looked down at him. The old man wore a very elegant suit and white shirt, which set off a very noble temperament. Facing the old man''s inquiry, Du Lin nodded hard.

    This is the recruitment office of the steam locomotive station. The steam locomotive is something similar to the train in Dooling''s dream. They all need tracks, but the power source is different. Trains burn boilers to produce steam to drive heavy cars, while steam locomotives use something called Yaojing as a power source. Just put the obsidian in the mechanical packing port and add some catalysts, the Obsidian can continuously release unimaginable heat and gas.

    At this time, add some water and steam will appear. Including cars on the road and some large machinery on the construction site, almost as long as it is machinery, all use Obsidian as raw materials.

    In Turin''s eyes, tenell may be a prosperous metropolis, but for the whole empire, it is just a border town. There is basically nothing good except grain and animal skin.

    Oh, and wine.

    Although tener is only a border town, it does not prevent "tener station" from becoming an important section of the railway transportation of the whole empire. Every day, steam locomotives pass by, unload a lot of goods, or load a lot of goods, and then leave here.

    Both loading and unloading need to be completed manually. It is said that in some of the most prosperous cities of the Empire, machinery has been used to replace human work, and more than one parade has broken out.

    Of course, in such rural areas, it is obviously cheaper to use labor.

    Coolie is always the bottom of the work. Who is willing to spend a lot of time and energy in this way to earn the lowest salary?

    So when Du Lin came to apply for a porter, the station manager needed to confirm it again and again.

    "You can call me Klein. Before you work, you need to sign an agreement. In the agreement, you need to work at the station for at least six months. Within six months, no matter what reason you leave the station, you must pay a liquidated damages of 50 yuan.", Klein took out a contract from the drawer and put it on the table, "The monthly salary is one yuan and five cents. You will get two cents for each standard piece of goods."

    "In addition, we will provide you with a place to live and two meals a day. You don''t need to pay anything else. If there is no other objection, you can sign here.", crane turned the direction of 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 for a long time before he said embarrassedly, "I''m sorry, I can''t write my name."

    Klein raised his eyebrows without showing any expression of ridicule. He nodded slightly, "don''t be sad, child. Many people who work here can''t write their own names.", he turned the agreement over again, signed the name of Dulin kesma, took out a red clay box, "just press a handprint here."

    "Although there may be some..., I think you should at least learn how to read newspapers and write your name while you are young, don''t you think?"

    After pressing his handprint, Dooling took two steps back. He felt that the closer he was to Mr. Klein, the closer he was to the clean red expensive table, the more humble he looked.

    People should be equal, but in this room, facing Mr. Klein, he doesn''t feel any equality!

    He bowed his head and answered, "yes, I''m going to find a school when I make money."

    After taking a look at the agreement, Mr. Klein took out one and pushed it to the edge of the table. "Well, learning can improve people''s literacy and cognition. I know there is a place for teaching slightly older people, and the price is very cheap. Of course, you should also understand that whether you can learn in a cheap place depends on yourself."

    Just as he was about to finish the conversation, he suddenly remembered something, "by the way, after signing the agreement, you will be the station worker. In a few days, people from the trade union may come to you. My suggestion is not to take them as one thing." he smiled, put the agreement in the drawer, and then put his hands on the table, "Well, you can go back. Report to the station warehouse before 5 a.m. tomorrow. Someone will tell you what to do."

    After leaving Mr. Klein''s office, Dooling often took a breath.

    Since it''s just wishful thinking and ridiculous arrogance to ascend to the sky step by step, then fall on the ground and walk forward in a down-to-earth manner!