Chapter 671： Harvest era (1/2)

The footsteps of the autumn day set foot on the land of the western continent, and the hot summer was finally over, as if the weather had turned cold overnight.

It was just dawning, the sun was still not shining on the big day, and the cold atmosphere left at night still wrapped the streets of Aldernan. A refreshing wind blew along the street, rolling up a few leaves and broken corners. The confetti, the wind whirls between the buildings, and turns the bell that hangs in the window, causing a bang.

Sam looked up and glanced at the bell that was ringing. He looked at it and couldn’t be considered a bright sky. Then he lowered his head and continued to swallow quickly. It was not a delicious breakfast. A small bowl of slimy vegetables. The soup is soaked in the crumbs that have been mashed.

Soaking the bread in the soup can effectively speed up the meal, while providing a very effective feeling of fullness, and can also reduce the stomach upset caused by rapid eating, which is considered to be the wisdom and experience accumulated by the civilians in life.

The daughter sat across from him, and also ate the breakfast, and the wife had already left the door in a quarter of an hour. The owner of the textile factory had once again worked in advance, and the female worker must now enter the factory half an hour before sunrise. It is.

After swallowing the last bite of soup, Sam licked his mouth and made a deep yawn.

He was very sleepy and had a lot of pain in his waist and arms. He felt that he needed to lie down and slept for a day or two - but he knew it was unrealistic.

Every day, the pier has wooden boxes and wooden barrels to be transported. He has no holidays.

The daughter also finished the meal. The girl with a flax-colored curly hair stood up and tidy up the table. Her wrists were so thin that she even worried about the wrist when she picked up the biggest plate. Broken.

Sam couldn't help but look at his daughter: "Next week... we should be able to eat bacon once."

The girl with linen hair looked up and showed a surprise expression after a moment of horror. She licked her hair and her eyes widened: "Really? Dad?"

“The south of the city is repairing the station. Every day, a lot of things are transported to the nearby docks, and then loaded onto the construction site. I should be able to earn more.”

The daughter laughed, and there were some pale yellow lines on the inside of the fundus and the inside of the lips.

Sam noticed the lines, but didn't say anything - when they first appeared a few months ago, it really made the wife and herself feel nervous, but now months have passed, the daughter did not feel physically Where is not comfortable, this must not be anything important.

The time was tight, and the father and the daughter did not have much time for conversation after dinner. They quickly packed up their belongings and then left the rented small house.

Another gust of wind blew from the streets and rolled up Sam’s collar. He tightened and soon appeared a thin coat this season, nodding his head to the daughter who was about to go in the other direction: “Be careful, at night If you work, go straight home and don't stay in the street."

The daughter nodded, holding the top of the cap and quickly heading for the other direction of the street - at the end of that direction, a towering chimney loomed deep in the iconic mist of Olde South, in the mist The rolling smoke continues to rise and floats to the sky.

She works in a petrochemical acidification plant. As a child who has not yet grown up, her job is of course not to operate the stove or to drive the skip. Instead, she is responsible for cleaning the cooled duct and recovering the reburned flue from the waste. Fragments - the air duct is narrow, and adults can't get in. This kind of work is done by children, and the labor is very small, but it does not require physical strength and skills.

Sam had been watching his daughter walk through the corner of the distance before returning to the direction of the dock area.

When the cool wind blew, he couldn’t help but recall something.

He used to have a piece of land, just outside the city. Although it is not big, it is not too fertile, but at least it can maintain the family's food and clothing. The breakfast has water and a little bit of sugar. It is sure to be eaten every week. Bacon, but when did it start, life became like this?

Sam walked in the wind, and the autumn atmosphere made this peasant's person can't help but think of the harvest, but the "harvest" has nothing to do with him. That piece of land has become part of the cotton plantation of Master Dulle, with hundreds of serfs working there – the serfs are naturally better than the free people.

Now Sam can only miss his land, but he can't do anything: Master Dulle bought the land from his hand with thirty-seven silver coins instead of forcing the past. The original contract was clear. There are judges in the city and two members of the House of Representatives to witness, fair and appropriate.

Sam just didn’t think that thirty-seven silver coins would be so cleaned up so quickly—the houses in the city were so expensive, the clothes and food were a lot more expensive than he thought, and they wanted to do a small business, but I found that the money was not enough to run a license... He thought that he had used the land for a huge sum of money, but he never thought that the "big money" in his eyes would not be anything in the world outside the town.

Many people who were almost dressed up with him also came out of their homes. These figures walked in the dim light of the morning, walking in the mist of Oldenan, heading for factories, docks and construction sites.

Sam walked forward and slowly merged into the crowd to become one of these people.

A newspaper that I didn't know who was thrown away was swept up by the wind, flew over Sam's head, and finally was blown by a wind on a nearby fence. The newspaper stretched out and the black letters on it were striking and beautiful:

Pay tribute to this harvesting era.

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