Is the Evil God Me?

Although it is said that this steam city wakes up after the early morning, in fact, the class such as coachmen and workers often have to get up early in the morning. In the absence of an alarm clock, a window knocker with a pocket watch is needed to wake them up at this time.

Window knockers, rat catchers, and cat feeders are all products of this era.

The man that Lynn saw on Squirrel Street was holding a long wooden pole and a small lantern hanging from his waist was a knocker. In fact, window knockers tend to only work in the lower city. If you go up, people either have pocket watches or maids or both, and there is no need for window knockers to knock on windows to remind themselves that it is time to get up.

As the two knockers pass by, Lynn overhears them talking about their pay for their work.

There's 1/2 pence to knock on a window.

According to the average weekly salary of 15 soules and 9 pence just announced by the city government this year, people who knock on windows have to knock on at least 56 windows every night, seven days a week.

After doing some mental calculations, Lynn called out to the good guy, 56 windows are not a row of 56 windows waiting for you to knock. The poor people's meticulous planning can be accurate to the level of Mr. Boris's water bills. If you knock on a window, this is probably The workers in two or three nearby buildings all got up.

Lynn knows that the window knocker is not the only job a person has fixed, but it can also reflect how the Albion Kingdom has been dragged down by the protracted war. Dragging, it seems that everyone is gritting their teeth to see who can't hold it first.

'My average monthly income with the richest man is am I also a multi-millionaire? ’

Recalling a certain circulating stalk and the wealth distribution problem reflected behind this stalk, Lynn couldn't help loosening his collar that might be too tight when he went out today while standing on this noisy and noisy small street.

He always felt that it was a little difficult for him to breathe, and looking at a gas street light that occasionally appeared, he felt that there was something missing there.

for two months.

Although Lynn lives on this street, it is not considered the lowest street in the [Steam City]. Apart from reading books, he has no intention of paying attention to other people's living expenses. Now Lynn is also at the mercy of some thoughts before the time-travel, so he couldn't help but want to walk around and have a look.

It is not difficult to foresee that he himself will have to live in Squirrel Street for a while.

If you don't know what the area you live in is like, you don't know where the red lines of people here are. This was the case with some of the hanged noble masters before the time-travel. They sat in the manor and drank coffee gracefully, not caring about the lives of the outsiders. As a result, the noble masters were dumbfounded as they watched the mob who rushed into the manor destroy his family. Small points.

I don't know if it's because of extraordinary factors or because the secular regime is too stable. Lynn found in his conversations from time to time that people's red line is very low.

Lynn stopped in most of Squirrel Street, and most of the time he was chatting with some teenage gang members. However, when he was passing through the loot-selling cave on the street, Lin En, whose eyelids were shaking, actually saw the free clinic. It was hard for him to imagine that there was a free clinic in this era when drugs were more expensive than human life.

Lin En, who had almost walked from the end of the street to the street, came to the free clinic table out of curiosity. What surprised Lin En even more was that not many people came to see the doctor.

This is too unreasonable, and Lynn wants to take a closer look at the unreasonable things.

"Uh, do you need to take a look?"

"There is a free diagnosis here."

The two free clinic doctors who were slightly more mature than Lynn and looked like college students said, looking at Lynn's neat clothes and fair skin, they were naturally timid enough to use honorifics.

Lynn came to the table and glanced at the various case diagrams on the table, then turned to look around, and then tapped the table with a curious smile.

"Are you doctors?"

"I'm a student of the Medical Association who is about to graduate, but we have obtained the permission of the supervisor to go out for diagnosis." One of the teenagers with freckles on his face wanted to stand up subconsciously, and his companion quickly pulled him.

[Mainland Medical Doctor Association] is not only an association but also an academy that trains doctors. What is more interesting is that, according to the spirit of the Hippocratic Declaration, this college will also provide some free places for children of the poor, which is a quick way to promote the bottom of the city.

There is a sense of lack of self-confidence and inferiority between the words and actions of the two.

This is not difficult to understand considering their origins and the environment they have been in for a long time.

"Why do you think of coming here for free clinics?" Lynn picked up what looked like a brochure promoting the dangers of diseases, with vivid drawings on it. In addition to the plague, Lynn also saw tuberculosis, cholera, measles, scurvy and whooping cough. And hysteria, with the medical level of this era, there are many terminal illnesses.

Two people, your words, and my words confirmed Lynn's guess.

The freckled boy was named Arthur, and the other short, calm man was named Qian Ning. They were also residents of Squirrel Street. After being extremely hard and lucky, they became apprentices of the [Mainland Medical Doctor Association]. They want to go back here to learn that the teachers open free clinics and help their former neighbors on the street.

It's just that the result doesn't seem so ideal.

They were excited early in the morning, and they were thrown a basin of cold water by this deserted scene, and they were all suspicious of life. This is completely different from the situation when their teacher gave a free consultation.

"You must have been young when you moved out of Squirrel Street." After hearing the complaints of the two, Lynn first rubbed his fingers and explained it while smiling. "At this time, everyone who can stand even if they are not feeling well has gone to work. The child labor conference plan issued five months ago stipulates that factory owners will allow child labor to legally help the public if they are willing to add 1 to 2 pence~www. wuxiamtl.com~ How can you find people who really need help sitting here?"

Those who need help are already lying in cramped and smelly rented houses, dragging their bodies hoping to get through it.

This is downtown, not midtown.

The company employees who have enough time for the free clinic will come and see, this is Squirrel Street, this is Squirrel Street where laundrymen or crafting housewives can only earn 14p or less all day. However, this situation where there is no one at all is really not right.

Lynn's suggestion made them suddenly realize, and they lowered their heads in shame.

"The fact that you can sit here for so long also shows that there are actually people who need help. Let me help you ask." Lin En snapped his fingers and waved to a shoe shine boy who was waiting for business on the street. . Many child laborers on this street are actually members of the Youth Gang, and they have a lot of work to do.

Arthur and Channing gratefully watched Lynn talk to the shoe-shining boy, and soon at the cost of 2p, they got the service of the shoe-shining boy walking through the streets, with the help of teenagers as guides. No one will make it difficult for these two people to go to the free clinic.

Before they left, the shoe shine boy looked at Lynn with admiration and whispered.

"Little Master, they'd better not come on weekends, otherwise the uncles in the chapel who are not afraid of pain will be angry."

After he finished speaking, he ran away with the two of them.

'Church? ’

Lynn frowned slightly. He knew that there was a dilapidated chapel in the Dajingyuan at the end of Squirrel Street. He had just moved in and someone had preached to him, but it was unclear which deity was dedicated to. Lynn has a keen sense of trouble, and Albion officials have always strictly controlled unorthodox beliefs.