Thousands of sparks

Chapter 90 Educational Talents
Walking in the streets of Upper Albin, Dusand looked a little depressed.

Last night, after listening to the rest of the communication between Hou Lafayette and his parents, he returned to his room without saying a word.

He found a bottle of spirits from the small wine cabinet near the balcony in his room, and drank half a glass in empty mouth.

Fifteen minutes later, under the strong effect of alcohol, Du Sande fell asleep like a dead pig.

He didn't dream of anything that night. After opening his eyes again, he got up from the bed in silence, without disturbing any guards or servants, and quietly drove the gas car he left in the garage to the House of Commons.

After arriving at the House of Commons, Dusand saw the time—it was four o'clock in the morning, and there were still several hours before the House of Commons went to work.

After parking the car at the entrance of the House of Commons, Dusand put on a windbreaker and walked down the street.He felt a little hungry, and a little thirsty.

He remembered walking down the street, and there was a breakfast stand on the side of the road about two blocks away.The cleaners and typists who work in the House of Commons usually solve the breakfast problem here.

Planet Nyussar is slightly smaller in diameter than Olin, and has a thinner atmosphere.When the sun shines, the temperature is quite high, but at night, the temperature in Newsail drops a lot.

It was four o'clock in the morning, and the sun had not yet appeared on the horizon.Under the violet sky, two moons were hanging in the middle.It seems that a pair of eyes are watching the land curiously.

After walking for 10 minutes, a small shed that looked a bit dirty and dilapidated appeared in Dusand's eyes.

The outside of the shed seemed to be covered with asphalted felt cloth, and it looked like it had been covered with at least three or four layers.The outside of the felt cloth was pressed down with boulders, and there was a puddle of water between the folds that appeared due to the uneven ground.

Going around to the front, the small stall reveals the whole picture.The low wooden door distinguishes the "inside the shed" from the "outside the shed". Next to the peeled wooden door is a counter made of wooden boxes. On the counter are two coal stoves that are heating water at full capacity.

Below the coal stove are two relatively flat wooden blocks that seem to be used as cutting boards.Next to the wooden pier, there are sliced ​​white bread, a large basin of butter that looks clean, and two frying pans that are frying white bread.

A young man with quick hands and feet was processing slices of bread, while a plump girl behind him was holding hands.

In the cold climate of the plateau, fried breakfast is especially popular.

Du Sande stood still, looked at the signboard, and then smiled knowingly.

The name of the shop is "Zelba's Delicious Breakfast", and in the imperial language, the two words "Zerba" and "delicious" have the same pronunciation.

The name of this little shop reads "Delicious Delicious Breakfast".

Although the name of the store is a bad joke, the scent coming out of this store is really unbearable.

The fat girl took out two thin slices of bread from the counter with her hands, and quickly put two small spoons of butter into them, one with sugar and jam, and the other with minced bacon and mashed potatoes.A "sandwich" with two fillings was delivered to the young man.He quickly cut open the sandwich with a sharpened and bent knife, then flattened the blade, and quickly pressed on the four sides, even if two sandwiches with different fillings were sealed.

Next, the two sealed small sandwiches were thrown into the frying pan for frying.When the white bread is fried until it is golden and crisp, the young man uses a long metal tweezer to fish out the fried bread and put it on the side of the frying pan.

The smell of deep frying was really irresistible, and Dusande, who drank a lot of alcohol recklessly last night, felt even more hungry.He went up to the counter, bought two loaves of freshly fried bread for fourpence, and set out to find a place where he could sit down to finish the bread and drink a cup of surrogate tea, which cost a penny.

"The wooden box next to it can sit." Just as Dusande was looking around with the bread wrapped in newspaper, the voice of the fat girl came out suddenly. He took down the iron pot and poured a cup of hot tea, then began to make drinks. "Come out for breakfast so early, are you a student at Saint-Saar School?"

"Uh... yes." Dusande didn't think of how to answer for a moment, and in order to keep a low profile, he answered along the lines of the other party.

"That's really not easy." The fat girl smiled brightly. She put the prepared milk tea beside Dusand, and she also pulled a wooden box and sat down. "Being a student is hard work, but being a student is good."

Du Sande took another bite of the bread with a strong smoky aroma and asked, "What's so good about being a student?"

"I can learn knowledge." The fat girl pointed to the signboard of the small stall and said, "This store name was created for us by a student. After putting on this signboard, our business is very good!"

The crowd who would be attracted by such bad jokes would not mind paying fivepence for a breakfast.After all, in the empire, people who could read and write naturally belonged to a higher social level.

The fat girl looked at Dusand, and then said with emotion, "Now everyone's life is much better than before - before, you couldn't see a child as old as you on the street."

Du Sande was a little surprised, he put down the bread in his mouth and asked, "Why?"

"You look thirteen or fourteen years old. When I was your age, I was already a handyman in the textile factory." The fat girl said with a smile, but the expression in her eyes didn't seem to "remember" that time so much. , "We work sixteen hours a day and earn sevenpence a day."

This means a weekly wage of 49p, or 4s.1p.

"I already made a lot of money at that time." The fat girl said with a smile. She seemed to be full of love for Dusande, and she unconsciously spoke with an upturned voice. Twopence a week's wages, boy."

Du Sande looked at the breakfast worth six pence in his hand, and then said with emotion, "Then you can continue working in the textile factory?"

"Why don't you come out and open a stall by yourself?" The fat girl added half a cup of milk tea to Dusand's cup, and made a "quieter" motion with her fingers up around her mouth.

It was only then that Dusand discovered that only her thumb and little finger were left on her right hand.The index finger, middle finger and ring finger... all disappeared.

"That's why I have to make a living by myself." The fat girl waved her crippled right hand at Dusand and said, "I know I might be annoying, but I can't bear to see you students I just want to talk to you a few more words."

Du Sande looked at the fat girl's hand silently, and continued to ask after a long time, "Isn't this inconvenient?"

"Hi." The fat girl laughed, "What's the inconvenience? A colleague who was working with me in the factory at that time fell asleep when she was working the night shift, and her entire right arm was disturbed by the knitting machine." Yes. I saw her last year in Tarson—she's a laundry worker now. With her left hand and two feet, she can clean even the most dirty clothes."

After she happily talked about what happened to her colleague, the expression on her face suddenly became sad.

"You are different from us." She sighed, looked at Dusande enviously and said, "You can go to school without spending money, and you can learn to read and write, which is a great thing! There is also free lunch every day , can continue until the age of 16."

"After you learn it, you can become a clerk, a teacher, a doctor or even a pastor." The fat girl raised her head and looked longingly at the four-story "Holy Sacramento" next to her "shop". "You don't have to be like me, starting from the age of seven, working eighteen hours a day in a factory, and the money for a day's work can only keep myself from starving to death."

Dusande's mouth squirmed, but nothing came out.

He wanted to comfort the fat girl that she would be fine in the future, he wanted to explain that the future social security system would benefit her children as well, and he wanted to tell her that many problems could be solved as the whole society progressed.But when Du Sande saw her right hand, and saw the longing and envy in her eyes, all these words seemed to melt snow quickly into water in the scorching sun.

No matter what bills can be born next under the impetus of herself and her mother, her hands are still disabled.She will still be illiterate and will most likely remain illiterate.

It is certainly possible for her children to be educated, as long as the bill in the Commons of Newsale stays in place.

But she didn't have that chance.

"I envy you, so... I hope you can realize how precious this learning opportunity is." The fat girl sighed, "I have seen several students who were expelled because they didn't like coming to school every day. Once fired, the only way left is to become a worker."

"Study hard, and live a good life." The fat girl stood up and said with a smile, "You were born at a good time, and you will get better and better in the future!"

The violet sky slowly lit up, and in the sky, the red sun was gradually rising.It coats all the buildings in Upper Albin with a golden shell, which looks dazzling and pleasing to the eye.

The fat girl walked into her small shop again, and the young man who worked very quickly was calling for his wife—as time passed, the breakfast shop was welcoming a group of customers.

Dusande sat on the wooden box, looking at the young father who came to send his children to school.He bought two sweet-filled fried buns for his teenage son, and then began to tell the sleepy-looking child to study hard.

"Did you see it?" The young father pointed to the fat girl and her husband who were working in the tent, "If you don't study hard, you will only be able to do this kind of work in the future!"

These words are very similar to what parents in the previous life used to scare children.Dusande glanced at the young father with some curiosity and nostalgia, and was surprised to find that this was actually an acquaintance.

He is employed as a typist by the Board of Education and is currently applying to be an Assistant Secretary.

As soon as the young father looked up, he saw Dusand who was drinking milk tea. He was slightly taken aback, and then quickly said hello, "Good day, Mr. Lord."

Dusand smiled at him, "Is this your child?"

"Yes, sir." The young father nodded, "Thanks to Mrs. Speaker's motion, he can also receive education now."

Dusande looked at the sleepy-looking kid in his teens, and suddenly his heart moved.

He stood up and walked over to the child and asked, "Look, are the people working in the kitchen tired?"

The little boy followed Dusand's fingers cautiously, looked at the fat girl who was working, observed for a while, and then nodded, "Tired."

"So, you have to study hard." Du Sande said after patting the little boy's shoulder lightly, "Study hard and become a great person."

"Then change the world so that hard-working people don't have to work so hard. Everyone can face life with a smile, full of confidence and hope." Du Sande's words became more and more firm. He was four years younger than himself. The children seriously described the future.

"Let everyone not have to worry about poverty, and let everyone live a good life of being able to support themselves and earn a decent life with work." Du Sande's voice became louder and louder. These words are not only for this child , and even more to myself.

"There are many difficulties in the world, for example, you don't like getting up so early, right?" Hearing this, the little boy nodded seriously.

"Then study hard, you will be a member of the House of Representatives in the future." Du Sande said with a smile, "so that future students can come to class at eight o'clock in the morning!"

The little boy suddenly shook his head vigorously, "That's impossible!"

"Why?" Du Sande was a little dazed, he did not expect such an answer.

"Then my hardships are in vain? Why should I let them live a good life?" The little boy explained very seriously, "You can sleep for a while, but it can't be too easy-- future students, every week Twice the test! If they don't pass the test, let the teacher spank their ass with a stick!"

Dusand was dumbfounded, and after a long time, he said to the young typist who smiled awkwardly, "To be honest, I think your son may really be a talent for education."

(End of this chapter)