Chapter 5 Life Experience (Third update, please vote for me)
At six o'clock in the morning in early May, the sky was not yet bright. The red moon setting in the west and the stars on the horizon shed light, making the darkness thin and distinguishing the outlines of nearby things.
Lumian woke up early, washed up briefly, put on yesterday's more formal clothes, put on a hat with a wider brim, and tried his best to smile while facing the glass window that served as a mirror.
As he slowly descended the stairs, the sound of rapid footsteps came from above.
Not long after, Charlie's figure appeared in Lumian's eyes.
He was still wearing a linen shirt, black trousers and strapless leather shoes, but his rosy face became a little paler, and his small blue eyes showed unconcealable exhaustion.
"Good morning, Charles." Seeing Lumian, Charlie greeted him angrily.
His spirit was quite high.
"Shouldn't you have gone out early?" Lumian asked with a smile.
He got up and washed up when he heard the church bell ringing at six o'clock, and Charlie should have gone out at six o'clock.
Charlie lowered his head to sort out his clothes and muttered: "I drank too much last night and had a sweet dream. I didn't want to wake up..."
While talking, the two of them had already reached the first floor, walked through the dirty and dark hall, and walked towards the starry door.
The door was opened by an old couple, both with gray hair and a slightly stooped back. They were about sixty years old.
They were short in stature, the men were no more than 1.65 meters tall, and the women were less than 1.6 meters tall. Both their dark jackets and yellowish sarongs were in tatters and full of oil stains.
"Who are they?" Lumian originally thought that the person who would open the door in the morning would be Mrs. Fells or the stingy hotel owner Mr. Ev.
Charlie did not slow down and explained casually: "They get up very early every day, and Mrs. Fells entrusts them to open the door of the hotel. The reward is to ignore the fact that they make the room very dirty and smelly.
"You know? They haven't changed their clothes since I moved in. It's been seven months, seven months!" No wonder it's so dirty... Lumian can recall the state of his muscles when he was homeless,
But the cleanliness habit developed by Aurore still made him frown.
Charlie quickly walked out of the door of the "Golden Rooster Inn" and asked doubtfully: "Charlie, why did you get up so early?"
As the two came to the street, a lively scene suddenly came into their sight: many workers, clerks, and coolies wearing gray, blue, black, or brown clothes were walking in a hurry, stopping from time to time to walk on the street.
Buy some food from the vendors.
Some women carrying wooden baskets were less anxious, walking back and forth between different vendors, comparing prices and quality.
Those vendors were scattered on both sides of the chaotic street, blocking half of the street, leaving only a space for a carriage to pass.
They shouted loudly and tried to attract customers: "Sour, apple sour, two Ricks a liter!"
“The fresh water fish of Bondi Fish Pond!”
"Fresh cod, herring, come and see!
"Onion bread, 1 rick, only 1 rick!"
“Bacon, delicious bacon!”
"Soaps and wigs imported from Loen!"
“Buy the kids a bright soda!”
"Hot sauce, refried beans, small onions, and water celery!"
Listening to the rising and falling sounds and feeling the early morning energy on the chaotic streets, Lumian turned his head and smiled at Charlie: "I couldn't sleep when I first arrived in Trier, so I just walked around to see if I could find a suitable job."
As a "hunter", getting familiar with the areas where you often move and mastering the specific environment here are homework that must be done as soon as possible.
If you wait until something really happens to try again, it will be too late.
Charlie nodded, expressing understanding.
"You can try your luck at White Coat Street, just between Candide Market and Steam Train Station." Many hotel, hotel and restaurant managers like to chat in the cafes there, and recruit dishwashers and floor mops.
, restroom attendant and trainee waiter.
"If you have money, remember to buy drinks from the waiters in the cafe. They will bring you to the right person and give you a chance to get a better job."
Without waiting for Lumian to respond, Charlie imparted his experience: "You must pay attention to your appearance, just like me."
Soon, Charlie's slightly pale face turned "rosy" again.
"Look, look." He pointed to himself triumphantly and said, "Are you more energetic? Those managers are unwilling to recruit someone who is particularly poor and not healthy. They think it will cause a lot of trouble, or they are unwilling to pay
If you have a good job, you either have to lower your salary. Like me, do it before entering the cafe to make yourself look like a person who has a place to sleep and a full breakfast. Too early is not enough, and this kind of rosiness will slowly fade away.
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"I still have enough money to rent a house and fill my stomach, so I don't need to do this for the time being, but who knows if I will need it in the future?"
He deliberately did not hide that he still had a lot of ferkin.
What if there are kind-hearted people willing to "donate" another amount?
Charlie expressed his understanding, took out a copper coin worth 5 kopecks, and bought a piece of bread with onions from the vendor nearby.
This suddenly gave Lumian a sense of familiarity: during his wandering period, if he could get money for charity, his first choice would be to buy onion bread: first, it was cheap, and second, the smell of onions would last for a long time.
It gives people the illusion that they have just eaten recently.
Lumian also bought onion bread for breakfast, and together with Charlie, walked through the many vendors and walked out of the chaotic street.
"I really like the morning here!" Charlie looked back and sighed in his trademark enthusiastic tone, "Those gangsters who deserve to go to hell can't get up so early and can't destroy this fascinating atmosphere.
Vitality." He then waved to Lumian: "I'm going to take the subway, otherwise I will be late today, and the damn foreman will definitely deduct my salary!"
Farewell to Charlie, Lumian walked around the chaotic streets and outwards in circles, like a tourist measuring the area with his feet.
The Candide Market District is located on the south bank of the Serenzuo River, in the southeast corner of the metropolis Trier. It is also called the Market District. The official name is "District 13" - the districts in Trier are named by numbers, but according to history and
Characteristics, there will be some common common names, and sometimes the official will call them that.
This place is named after the "Honest Man's Market". There is also the Suchit Steam Railway Station near the Serenzo River to handle the crowds coming from the south of Intis.
Surrounding the market and steam train station, many streets are extremely chaotic and filled with poor people. It is one of several slums in Trier.
To the north of the market area and on the south bank of the Serenzuo River is District 5, which belongs to the old city, also called the Memorial Hall District, or the University District. Trier Higher Normal School, Trier Higher School of Mining, and Intis Academy of Fine Arts are all here.
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To the northeast of the market area, on the north bank of the Serenzuo River, is District 12, which is also in the suburbs and is called Noel District. It has the Invalides Hospital, the Wounded Soldiers Hospital and several large hospitals.
To the northwest of the market area is Area 6, which is the observatory area where Lumian will go next. There is the main entrance to the catacombs.
Southwest of the market area is District 14, which is habitually called the Botanical Garden. On Sunday, Lumian will receive treatment from a psychologist at the Mason Cafe there.
This is also called the sans-culottes area because there are a large number of factories to the south of the botanical garden.
In this way, Lumian spent nearly a morning walking around all the streets in the Candide Market area. Near noon, he returned to the area near Suhit Railway Station, planning to find a place to have lunch and then go underground.
Find the fake wizard named Osta Trull near the tomb.
While walking, Lumian saw Ruel and Michelle, who were also staying at the Golden Rooster Hotel.
They were holding stacks of things sealed in small paper bags and selling them to a group of suspected outsiders. As soon as Lumian came closer, Ruhl, who had gray hair, ragged clothes and many wrinkles, moved towards him and pressed him.
The voice said: "Want a photo of a pretty college girl on the street?"
"What is a street academic beauty?" Lumian did not hide his doubts and resistance to the stench on Ruhl's body.
Rule shook the paper bag as thin as an envelope in his hand and explained in a low voice: "In Trier, those beautiful girls who serve as mannequins for painters are called academic beauties."
"Later, with cameras and photographers, they would also take some, you know, those kinds of photos, and some would be sold to painters as references for painting, and some..."
Ruhl then showed an ambiguous smile and shook the paper bag in his hand again: "Four Ricks in one letter and two photos!
"Others sell it for more than 10 Ricks!"
Lumian laughed: "Mr. Ruhl, Mrs. Michel, these are the souvenirs you sell to tourists."
Hearing Lumian call out their names, Ruel and Michelle both turned pale. They turned around and tried to escape, but Lumian's hand was faster and directly pressed Ruel's shoulder.
Michelle, who squeezed into the crowd, saw that her husband failed to follow, and returned here with a sad face.
"I also live in the Golden Rooster Hotel. My name is Charles." Lumian introduced himself.
The Ruhrs finally understood why the other party knew them. They relaxed a little, looked at Lumian with pleading eyes and said, "What can I do for you, Mr. Charles?"
"What kind of photos are you selling?" Lumian asked curiously.
Ruhr timidly replied: "Photos of the scenery of the Serenzo River, as well as photos of various castles and palaces in Trier."
"No one is giving you any trouble?" Lumian asked with a smile.
Ruhr swallowed his saliva and said: "The people who bought it didn't dare to dismantle it on the spot, and they didn't dare to come to us later. They were very guilty."
"Besides, if you sell landscape photos, there will be no police control over you." Lumian nodded, "Does anyone really sell photos of street academic beauties?"
Mrs. Michel, who also had wrinkles on her face and stooped body, muttered: "There was a mannequin staying in our hotel before, but it hasn't appeared recently. Maybe he became the mistress of a painter, or maybe he was working on the street."
The academic beauty was caught..."
The guests at the Golden Rooster Hotel are really diverse... Lumian asked with interest: "How much can you make in a week by tricking foreigners into buying photos?"
"We sell it very cheaply, about 10 Firkin," Ruel replied with a slightly evasive look.
It seems to be a little more than 10 ferkin, but not much more. Just 12 ferkin, which is 1200 kopecks, 240 ric... 60 fools are fooled every week?
Lumian looked around the station square and expressed disdain for the average IQ of humans here.
As for Ruhr, Michel and his wife took great risks to deceive people, and only paid about 50 Filkin per month, which was far inferior to that of a trainee waiter or even a coolie.
After taking a look at their slightly stooped backs, thin bodies, and wrinkled faces, Lumian roughly understood that it wasn't that they didn't want to do more legitimate work with better pay, but that they just couldn't do it.
After waving his hand, he left Suchit Steam Railway Station and walked northwest to the observatory area.