Working on the "dock" is not an easy job. A large number of goods need to be unloaded or loaded every day, almost working from dawn until late at night.

    The salary of this job is very low and the intensity is very high, so it is difficult to recruit enough staff. This is why there is a default provision in the agreement that 50 yuan should be paid for less than half a year. As for why it is half a year instead of one year, two years or even longer, there are also reasons. This kind of high-intensity work may only bring people the feeling of fatigue in the early stage, but with the continuous increase of working time, the physical aspect is no longer as simple as fatigue.

    Lack of nutritional supplement, no comfortable rest environment, and steam locomotives will pass by at night. Over time, these porters will have some physical problems, such as "occupational diseases" such as bone deformities. According to the capitalists, these sick workers can no longer afford the heavy Porter work. It is a loss to spend money to support them and provide them with food, drink and housing. The only way out for them is to be kicked out.

    But it''s just that things can''t go so smoothly because of the existence of trade unions. Trade unions are something that makes all capitalists feel nauseous and want to vomit. They hate trade unions and can''t live without them. They can only pinch their nose to make themselves feel better as much as possible and avoid some rules under the dual care of imperial law and theocracy law.

    For example, an occupational disease is a work-related injury. Either the station pays a lot of money to send the workers away, or keeps them until they are 45.

    God, let alone feed them, even if you pay five cents more, it is a kind of meat cutting behavior that can make them feel pain for capitalists, so the agreements at the station are signed every six months. After the expiration of the agreement, the station will issue a note to those workers who request to renew the contract. They can continue to sign the agreement only after they are confirmed by physical examination that they are not ill or have bone deformities. As for those workers who have physical problems, they will directly get rid of them. After fulfilling the contract, whether these workers become ill from overwork or get sick because of heavy physical work at the station has nothing to do with the station.

    At that time, trade unions have no right to split knives with excuses and stations.

    Of course, Dooling would not know this. In Mr. Klein''s eyes, he was a fool from the countryside. He threw it out after six months and let himself die! what? study? That''s his daughter''s school. Why not introduce the workers to learn a little knowledge and increase their knowledge and education?

    Early the next morning, Du Lin came to the station. There was a trace of autumn coolness in the early morning of late summer and early autumn. He rubbed his arms with his hands, which brought some warmth to his body. Standing on the edge of the platform with oil lamps, there were many workers around, ready to meet the first steam locomotive.

    "New comer?", a strong guy in his thirties, who looked like a human bear, only wore a vest. He held a cigarette in his mouth, took another one and handed it to Turin.

    When they were in the countryside, their brothers sometimes stole Mr. kesma''s cigarettes. Each took a sip and puffed. It was not necessarily fun, but purely a happy pastime. In the face of the cigarette handed by the stranger, he hesitated, took it, and thanked him, "thank you for your cigarette. I''m Dolin."

    The man bear took out a match and struck it on Turin''s collar, which suddenly sent up a strong white smoke. Both of them turned their heads to avoid the white smoke, which was said to be poisonous, and then came close to the burning match and lit the cigarette.

    The guy threw a match and threw it on the ground. He stepped on a few feet and rolled it. After taking a deep breath, he spit out his cigarette and said, "smoking is forbidden in the station. It is said that smoking in other places has led to the burning of goods in the station." he stretched out his hand and grinned, "My name is Graf. I''m glad to be your co-worker."

    Durin reached out and shook Graf''s hand, and suddenly felt a lot closer. The charm of social networking lies in this. Simple dialogue and sharing, which may not be regarded as gifts, can quickly close the relationship between two strangers.

    "It''s my pleasure, sir." Dooling was very polite. He lit his head and took a cigarette, and then coughed.

    Graf laughed loudly. He patted Turin on the back and said with a smile, "don''t use the word sir. It''s only used by big people in the upper class. Just call my name. Besides, is it strong enough?" he took off the cigarette in his mouth and put it in front of Turin with two fingers.

    After coughing for a while, Du Lin put it on. He didn''t dare to smoke this cigarette anymore. His face was a little pale. "What''s in it?"

    Graff seemed very happy and proud, "in addition to a small part of tobacco leaves, there are straw, dried rattan melon and cut into silk. By the way, there are some blood orange skin and a little pepper skin ground into flour."

    "Let the boy go, Graf, who can stand your stuff?" someone had noticed the situation here for a long time, and the workers immediately laughed and shouted.

    Graff didn''t care at all. He took the cigarette in his mouth again and glanced sideways at them. "This guy can stand it!" he arched Turin with his arm, almost losing his balance and falling to the ground. "Do you think it''s good to smoke?"

    In fact, most of the cigarettes that workers smoke are cigarettes with some things added by themselves, because they don''t make enough money to qualify them to consume expensive things such as cigarettes. They usually pick up some cigarette ends 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 a day. But if you add a little material, you can roll out a bag more or less.

    The upper class society has the luxury of the upper class society, and the lower class society also has the survival wisdom of the lower class society. After trying many things, most people agree with dried rattan melon silk and dried blood orange peel. As for Graff''s added straw and chili powder... That''s his personal hobby.

    Durin looked at Graf''s sincere eyes and the expectation from the bottom of his eyes. The kind and simple country boy could only harden his scalp and take another puff. His face was almost white, "yes, it''s OK!" after that, he coughed again and made Graf laugh.

    Doolin could see that Graf was not teasing him, but really laughing happily.

    At this time, the steam locomotive in the distance began to whistle, and the workers began to pack up their tools and stood at the edge of the platform waiting for unloading.

    When the steam locomotive arrived at the station, Du Lin found that the so-called "standard goods" did not mean a package, a sack or a box, but a lot. According to some knowledge he learned in his dream, there are almost four cubes. In fact, it''s right to think about it. If you can give two cents just by running back and forth, I''m afraid the station doesn''t need to recruit workers at all. It''s already crowded by workers.

    Graff handed the two ropes tied at both ends to Turin, and then helped him pass through his arms and put them on his shoulders, forming an X shape behind his back. "If you only use brute force, you won''t have strength if you run five or six times at most. Stretching the two corners of the box with this rope can help you get the strength of your whole body, which is relatively easier and doesn''t hurt your body.", Then he hammered a punch on Turin''s shoulder, "you have a lot to learn, brother!"

    The work in the morning was relatively easy. There were not many steam locomotives to catch up with the night road. In the afternoon, Du Lin realized his real fatigue. As steam locomotives kept coming in, Mr. Klein also came out of the office, scolding the workers and arranging scheduling. He was almost busy from one o''clock to seven o''clock in the evening.

    His arms had already begun to tremble, and durin, who could not even clench his fist, sat at the table, holding a piece of bread in his trembling hand and drinking the broth on the table.

    Today, according to the workers, he made twelve points. If this progress is maintained, he can earn $5.1 this month, which is a good achievement for novices.

    Graff also came over with a bowl full of broth and some bread. He sat next to Turin and tore at the bread. He couldn''t even speak clearly. "Don''t take a bath at night. Take off your clothes and go to bed. Don''t do anything else, or you can''t do anything tomorrow."

    Durin always believed what experienced people said, and Graf didn''t say anything that made him feel absurd, just let him not take a bath. It didn''t take too long to think about it. Turing was determined to believe Graf''s proposal. At the same time, he also raised a question.

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

    Graf immediately showed a look of contempt on his face. He looked back at the lighted window on the second floor and sneered, "don''t listen to that liar. If you don''t join the trade union, who can guarantee the rights and interests of our bottom workers? He just wants to get a bargain from you. Besides, is the 50 cent membership fee very expensive?"

    Turin nodded, drank the broth in the bowl, and ate a piece of meat as big as the fingernail.

    "I see!"