Chapter 512
"My field, my seedlings..."
Joelhan is like a walking corpse, his eyes full of pain, heading towards a steam train station.
The family originally signed a long-term contract with the noble Viscount Xin Siri, renting a piece of land under the name of the master, and turning over 50% of the harvest each year. The life is pretty good.
Starting from his grandfather generation, he has accumulated a piece of farm tool after farm tool. By the father’s generation, there are already three small houses that are not strong enough but are wind-proof and cold-proof, and they have raised some livestock.
Originally, he thought that such a life would continue forever.
As the eldest man in the family, I will share most of the property. If the younger brothers don’t go out to find food for themselves, they must work hard to farm for themselves in exchange for some rations.
And he may be able to marry a peasant daughter who is not very attractive but strong enough to give birth to a few children and pass on the bloodline after a few years of accumulation.
Although hard work, as long as the life goes on, the farmer will never leave the land he loves!
But starting a few years ago, everything was different!
A mechanical revolution, starting from the capital of Chariaston, suddenly swept the country!
In the beginning, the price of various textiles rose, and then the market was in short supply.
All kinds of textile factory owners desperately organize workers to work, but they still can’t meet market demand. They have to work hard to improve technology and develop various machines that can promote textile progress.
Finally, according to the traveller church, the great god gave the gift.
The sacred and stalwart He inspired an inventor and put the steam engine on the stage of history.
Various steam appliances have been invented one after another, greatly improving the efficiency of the factory, and the desire for wool is almost endless.
The land aristocrats were tempted by huge profits and changed jobs to become factory owners or ranchers, tearing up the agreement, and driving out the tenant farmers who rented their land for farming.
Not only that, they even promoted various bills, blatantly enclosing the land, even occupying the land of self-cultivating farmers, gathering all the fertile fields together, and fenced them as pastures for raising lambs!
It was against this background that the Joelhan family were driven out of the land that they had cultivated for generations and left homeless for a while.
But the kingdom does not allow its people to wander around and become homeless people.
It has issued strict laws, stipulating that homeless people will be flogged the first time they are caught, their ears will be cut off the second time, they will be relegated to slave, and the third time they will be executed directly!
In order to live, a large number of farmers have to accept meager wages and enter various factories to work.
But that kind of working conditions...
According to the overworked father of Joelham, it is more tiring than any farm work, and it is accompanied by huge risks!
Many people have their fingers pinched by gears, or burnt to death by the high-temperature steam leaking from the pipes. They are completely unrecognizable before they die. Even the priests who go to the requiem ceremony will be scared!
Joelhan’s parents applied for the job with his younger brother younger sister and became workers in a new local factory.
And he definitely doesn't want to do this!
He doesn't like the cold equipment in the local factory, the tall chimneys, and the pipes that discharge a lot of sewage into the river, which will cast a gloomy color in his life.
Therefore, Joelhan decided to take a small amount of travel expenses, leave the sad place of his hometown, and go to big cities, such as the royal capital, Chariaston, the city of Phoenix, to discuss life!
I heard that there is gold everywhere! There are countless opportunities!
At this time, he washed the only one linen shirt pulp, put it on the body, looked at a building not far away, and secretly cheered himself up.
"Come on!"
"Joelham! Be confident, no one will know that you are the son of a farmer. Go to the ticket office and buy a steam train ticket to Chariaston. It's so simple..."
...
"I said...Do you want to buy a ticket?"
At this moment, there was a voice next to me Suddenly speaking, Joelhan was startled: "You...who are you?"
He saw his side and didn't know when there was another person.
The other party has golden curly hair, his eyes are like the blue sea, his smile is sunny, his teeth are neat and white, and he wears a white shirt and black trousers. He looks vigorous and energetic.
Inexplicably, Joelhan is somewhat inferior.
The other person is the person who knows the body and the society at a glance, and no matter how you pretend, your temperament will still be exposed.
"Hello, my name is Levy!"
Zhong Shenxiu naturally used the former western name: "I'm a traveler, do I think you are going to buy a ticket?" Where do you want to go?"
The language here is called'Secret Language', which is said to be a gift from the gods, but Zhong Shenxiu learned it from the memory of Headless Count.
The pronunciation is not very different. After a little adjustment, you have a pure local accent.
'Traveler? Doesn't he have to comply with the "Vagrant Management Act"? Perhaps it is the descendant of a noble master...'
Joelhan is even more inferior, and he replied in a low voice: "My name is Joelhan, I want to go to Chariaston!"
"Phoenix City? It just so...I'm going there too, why don't we buy tickets together?" Zhong Shenxiu smiled and sent out an invitation.
After arriving in this country, he realized that Clement Kingdom was a little different from what he had imagined.
The steam revolution seems to have begun.
But thinking of those Evil Gods who can cross countless worlds, he doesn't feel strange at all, but he should.
After all, as long as they want to, even if they create a post-sci-fi era’s doomsday wasteland world, it is not impossible.
According to the information received, this kind of change has been carried out bit by bit since the new god came to the throne.
Jorhan thinks that the change will take place within a few years, but he doesn't know that it may have been brewing for decades, and it has accumulated enough power!
"Together?"
Joelhan scratched his collar, suddenly eyes shined.
Yes!
I am a country bumpkin, but the gentleman on the opposite side is obviously not.
If you travel with him, who would guess that you are a tramp?
The other party's temperament and manners are enough to fool the conductor and the policeman, no, he is not a liar!
"Okay!"
Joelhan can't wait to agree: "Sir, I have a request, can you buy a ticket for me... I... I can't read ."
"No problem."
As everyone knows, he is also Zhong Shenxiu's cover.
After all, flying directly to Chariaston from the sky is really dangerous. It is better to take a train and learn along the way.
He smiled and took a handful of various styles of metal coins, without the slightest difference on his face: "By the way...just take the liberty to ask, what do you want to do in Chariaston?"
"Look for...find a job!" Joelhan whispered and replied.
"Oh!"
Zhong Shenxiu secretly shook his head, his eyes a little pity.
A farmer with no culture, no knowledge, and no skill, if you go to a big city, you can only enter the factory at most!
equivalent to turned around and returned to the original place, the treatment may be worse than the local!