1916 has arrived in a blink of an eye. Romania is still experiencing snowy weather, but people still need to run for a living.
Galati is a city located between the mouths of the Prut and Siret rivers. It is also the last Romanian city in the swampy area where the Danube River enters the estuary. It was an important port of the Roman Empire in ancient times and gradually developed by exporting food and timber.
stand up.
In this city, people who need to work get up before dawn. Among them, Butovino also left the warm bed and got up early.
"Butovino, you got up so early. If you don't want to accompany your wife and children, you can continue to rest. Today is Sunday."
The landlord Dodemet looked at Butovino who had gotten up early with a tired look on his face, and asked in surprise.
Butovino washed his face with the cold water to wake himself up, and said with a smile to the landlord. "I still need to go out to find a part-time job today. I hope my luck will be better."
After finishing speaking, Butovino turned his head and glanced at his dark room, as if he could clearly see his sleeping wife and children, with a happy smile on his face.
The landlord, Dodemet, was not surprised by Butovino's reaction. He had also experienced this. However, his son was studying at university in Bucharest. During the winter vacation not long ago, his son came back and preached about the Kingdom.
It is necessary to protect all Romanian people and not allow them to be oppressed abroad. As a member of the Kingdom of Romania, I should also contribute.
So I planned to go to the nearest Bessarabia area to promote this idea to the local Romanian people who were oppressed. This made the landlord very angry, and he scolded his son. But after all, he is a young man,
How could I let my son slander his ideals, so the two father and son quarreled, and no one could agree with you. But in the end, it was the landlord who controlled his son's financial power, so this passionate young man did not go anywhere and was locked up in the house throughout the winter vacation.
In the room.
It was not until recently that school was about to start that he was released by Dodemet and sent to the school in person. No, the landlord, Mr. Dodemet, just caught the train back and met Butovino. He said hello and prepared
Go back home and sleep to relieve yourself from the hard work of traveling.
Butovino finished washing and was about to go back to the house to get a coat. Just as he was gently picking up the coat, his wife Uzdona suddenly spoke. "Dono, don't you take a break today? You've already been in the lumber factory.
I’m so tired, and I have to go out to look for work after finally taking a vacation.”
Hearing his wife's voice, Butovino said softly, "You're awake."
"Yes, I woke up while you were chatting with the landlord."
"You also know that we have a large family now. If we don't work hard to make money, we can't support the little ones at home. Besides, you just had the surgery, and I also need to make some money to pay for the medical expenses."
Butovino showed a happy smile when talking about the little guy. He and his wife raised three children. Among them, the newborn son was sent to the hospital for a caesarean section because of his wife's dystocia, so that the mother and child could be safe. But this time
The surgery wiped out half of the family's savings, so Butovino decided to find a part-time job during his vacation.
"It's really my fault, if not..."
Butovino stepped forward to stop his wife from speaking. He said, "This is no one's fault, it is God's will. Besides, we just lost a sum of money. We will easily earn it back when we recover."
.Crutch and Kristina (the eldest son and second daughter) are still waiting for us to go back to our hometown to see them."
Butovino's words made his wife smile happily. She put up a pillow and said to her husband, "I don't have enough milk and I need to buy some milk powder for my child."
After hearing his wife's words, Butovino's heart skipped a beat, but he still said calmly, "I will bring a can when I come back from work today."
After comforting his wife, Butovino walked out of the room and sighed secretly. Nowadays, the price of a can of milk powder is not cheap. General milk powder costs 9 lei per can, and good milk powder can cost 2 or 30 lei.
.When my eldest son was born a few years ago, the price was only 3.5 lei per can. Especially in the past two years, the price of baby supplies has increased rapidly, as if every household is giving birth to a baby.
Butovino is just complaining. He is still very satisfied with his current life. He and his wife only need to work to support a family of five, subsidize their parents who are still doing farm work at home in their old age, and also save some savings.
, you can also buy a house in the city and have your own nest in the future.
In Butovino's thirty years of knowledge, there is no better life than now. You must know that when he was a child, it was very difficult for his parents to take care of him and his sister in his hometown. They often went hungry due to food shortage. Now as long as
Working hard can keep the family well fed and allow the children to go to school. In Butovino's mind, this is what the old priest in the village calls paradise, a world without hunger.
When Butovino saw that the sky was starting to get brighter, he walked out of his rented house and walked through an alley to the street. There was a bus stop two hundred meters to the left of the alley entrance, and it only took 5
For -20 baris (100 baris = 1 lei), you can sit where you want to go. It happened that the place where Butovino was going to do odd jobs was right next to one of the platforms. Butovino quickly walked to the car
Waiting for the bus at the platform.
Butovino didn't have to wait long before the bus came. He squeezed into the bus with the crowd. When he walked to the conductor, the fat conductor looked at every passenger who got on the bus with sharp eyes.
Butovino knew what the conductor meant, so he quickly handed her the 15 barni coins he had prepared and quickly told her his destination.
"I'll get off at the National First Hospital Station."
Twenty minutes later, Butovino stood on the bus stop of the First National Hospital. He wiped his sweaty forehead and strode towards the First National Hospital of Galati. This part-time job was in his hometown.
A friend of mine introduced me to help the hospital build a new medical building.
The National First Hospital has always been the best hospital in Galati County. Every time the government has any health funds, it will think of giving it to the National First Hospital first. So much so that the director of the National Second Hospital cursed at the health department meeting, "The National First Hospital"
The Second Hospital is not under the jurisdiction of Galati. Just scolding it is useless, the funds that should be given to the First National Hospital are still very much, and the rest is allocated to the Second National Hospital.
Now Butovino has to work here for a day to earn some living expenses to support his family's expenses.
