The weavers started working from six in the morning and stood until nine in the evening. During this period, they could only have a short break for lunch and spend the rest of the time staring at the lathe terminals. It was a very boring job, and it was always required the workers to bend their waists, so everyone was very tired.
The workshop was very hot because it was not allowed to open the windows, which can prevent the wind from blowing the lint in the house to the outside, thereby causing waste, which causes the sultry house to be full of fine lint. On the wall of the factory was a line of big characters - 'No Fire'. A fire broke out in a textile factory a few days ago. At that time, there was a big explosion, which killed more than ten textile workers, and the rest were all burned. It seemed that a fire in a textile factory could easily cause an explosion, but no one knows why.
I only stayed in the textile workshop for a while and my mouth was dry as if my nose was covered with cotton wool. I really didn't know how those people work there every day can tolerate it. After six hours of continuous work, at 12 noon, the factory bell rang on time, and the workers could have lunch, although only for ten minutes.
There was no designed place to eat, everyone picked up food and ate it outside the factory. The person in charge of distributing the food was a very fat woman, and everyone took a bowl and then queued up to get the food. Everyone got a small piece of bread and a thin bowl of porridge, the bread seemed to be mixed with sawdust, so it has a brownish-yellow color, the rice soup has black dregs, and it seemed to be very old rice, It's already wormed, so you can find a fine layer of white worms floating on the surface of the porridge. But no one really care about this, the workers gulped, and it was nice to have food when they were hungry. In a previous life, I had worse times and even have to eat rat meat for survival.
The workers here were generally very young. The youngest child was only about six or seven years old. Some people have grey hair, but in fact, they are only in their thirties at most. Years of hard work made them look old.
I sat next to Annie and chatted with her, and she talked enthusiastically about the neighbor's child and avoided the topic of what happened last night. I didn't expect Annie to marry such a violent man, she was a good girl and deserved the best man.
"When did you get married? How come I never heard you mention it?" I asked anyway.
Annie shrugged helplessly: "You know, maids can't have lovers. Andre and I have known each other for a long time, but we haven't been married before."
Then she showed a big smile: "Don't be sad dear, Andre is a good person, he just encountered some unhappy events."
Maybe she really loved him, so she always had a happy expression on her face when she said her husband's name.
Later I learned that Andre was a painter. He was very talented in his youth. His paintings were bought by a wealthy businessman at a high price. His parents wanted their son to stand out, so they spent a lot of money to send their son to the Art School. It was a pity that when he grew up, his paintings have not favored by people, and almost none of them could be sold.
Annie and he were childhood sweethearts, and the two also had a sweet and tender life, but as time passed, Andre's paintings could not be sold. The temper was getting worse and worse. But Annie always believed that he would succeed, so she never left him.
"Actually, I'm very satisfied with the status of us. At least I still have a job. You know that many of the servants dismissed at Momon Manor are unemployed and can't find a job." Annie sighed: "By the way, do you remember the housekeeper Selena? "
I was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Of course, is she okay?"
"I don't know, I just heard that she went to the north because she had a bad life after leaving the Momon Manor. You know she was a housekeeper all her life, but after leaving the manor she could only be a maid, she was educated to be a housekeeper, but the new owner treats her like a rude woman. It's really pitiful. Her whole life's efforts have been in vain. She has to leave the capital and go to the remote north, where at least she can find a job as a housekeeper." Annie said.
Unconsciously, I tightened my arms, and an emotion called shame rose up in my heart. When I took revenge on the Viscount family, I didn't take Selena's housekeeper expectation into consideration at all, because she forced me to take care of the baron who had smallpox in a previous life. In my opinion at the time, this was simply forcing me to die. So even though she trusted me very much in this life, I still hate her because of what she did in her previous life, but now that I think about it, she left the place where she fought her whole life because of me, and she didn't even know that I was planned and pushed it and what I did was simply unspeakable.
At this time, several well-dressed gentlemen walked over. The workers got up hastily and walked towards the factory.
Annie urged me in a low voice: "The factory owner and his son-in-law are here, let's go back to work quickly, otherwise they will accuse us lazy, and even if we don't get fired, our wages will be deducted."
I saw the bearded man who recruited me into the factory. His name was Martin, and he was the general manager here. He followed a small gentleman all the way. Unlike his usual flamboyant appearance, he kept bending over with a smile on his face.
But not long after the start of work, I suddenly heard a scream, followed by the exclamations of the workers, a woman ran out of the factory, shouting: "Help! God, there is a child, Got caught in the turbine!"
Everyone ran to the factory, and I followed them. But as soon as he entered, he was shocked. There was a little boy hanging on the huge turbine that affected the operation of the textile system. The blood slowly flowed down the rusted iron gear, and his arm was twisted into the gear.
The loom had been quickly shut down, but the child was still hanging from the giant turbine. He looked about ten years old, very thin and freckled. He has been screaming violently, and now he can no longer bear the severe pain, so he passed out, and his face was very pale became bloodless.
Many people surrounded him, all faceless with fright, and I heard someone meditating on God.
"What happened!" Several people squeezed in, and it turned out to be the young factory owner and steward Martin.
"Didn't I warn you? Stay away from the turbo, you idiots!" Martin said in a panic.
There were seven or eight strong turbines in the factory, each of which weighed thousands of kilograms. If you accidentally got caught in your clothes, the whole person may be caught in it, but the factory has not installed any safety measures. .
When the child was put down, he was already on the verge of death, his entire arm was crushed, and the flesh was blurred.
"What are you doing? Why don't you go and fetch a doctor!" It was the young factory owner who spoke.
The owner of the factory, surnamed Gabriel, was a young man in his early 20s who has just taken over the family business from his father and looked very immature. He was not tall, but very strong, with curly black hair, very flexible eyes, and he was very richly dressed. It was said that he was rich because his clothes were very gorgeous, and he also has silver curly hair, which looked like the dress of those noble gentlemen in the past. But in fact, the upper class no longer wears these clowns-like bells and whistles anymore. The nobles of the royal capital have already advocated simple dress, but some people of low status, such as servants, still dress like this.
Apparently, he didn't know the most popular fashion. If it wasn't for someone telling me that he was the owner of the factory here, I would never have imagined that he was the owner of this factory, because in today's aristocratic circle, if a gentleman dressed like this appeared at the banquet, it will definitely become the biggest laughing stock of the day.
Bearded Martin hurriedly went to the doctor. As he ran out, he shouted to the workers: "It's none of your business here, just go to work!"
I found that the child was still bleeding, his clothes were almost soaked with blood, the ground was sticky, blood red, and the blood was still gushing out. I hurried over and helped hold down a blood vessel in the child's arm. I heard the baron say that if someone is seriously injured and bleeding continues, they must pay attention to pressing the wound, and the blood is no longer so turbulent.
Mr. Gabriel glanced at me curiously: "You look very fresh, are you new here?"
I answered him: "Yes sir, I'm the new recorder."
He nodded and said nothing.
It didn't take long for the bearded man to rush in with a person.
I looked up but was stunned on the spot. The visitor was an old man in his early 50s. He has gray hair, but he is in good spirits, with a straight back and bright eyes. You can still see his handsome appearance in his youth on his face.
The old doctor ran over and knelt on the ground, only glanced at the child, opened the box he was carrying, took out a leather rope, and tied it to the child's arm. He noticed that I had been pressing my hand on the child's arm, and nodded approvingly: "Who taught you to do this?"
"It was my previous owner who said it would prevent a lot of bleeding," I replied.
The old doctor nodded at me: "You did a good job and didn't let the blood flow too much, so you saved the child's life."
His compliment made me blush with excitement. I didn't expect to see him again, my savior in the previous life.
He not only treated me for free, but also gave me food, but I left silently in order to avoid the arrest of the police. I didn't even ask his name. But I still recognized him at a glance, because the gentleman was always so gentle and kind when he looked at people, and he was the kind of man who would show tenderness to strangers without expecting anything in return.
"This child needs to be amputated immediately," the doctor said. "Help me carry him to a clean place."
"Go to my office, it's clean," said Mr. Gabriel.
The child was carried into the office, and the doctor drove out all irrelevant people, and no one was allowed to watch him perform the operation.
I wiped the blood from my hands and was about to leave, but Mr. Gabriel suddenly asked me, "Have you ever been a doctor's servant?"
"No sir," I said, shaking my head. "My former master was a baron."
"Baron?" Mr. Gabriel asked curiously: "If that's the case, why don't you continue to be a valet? Why did you come to my factory?"
I said nonsense casually: "The master drove me away, and he didn't write me a letter of introduction."
"Really? I think you must be a lazy and slippery guy." He smiled and said, "What was the name of your past master? Which baron was it?"
"Oh..." I raised my eyebrows and said, "He's already very poor, please forgive me for not revealing his name, this insults the dignity of a gentleman, you know that many poor nobles can't afford to hire servants now. "
My words of demeaning nobles pleased this upstart businessman, he laughed and said, "You are right, you might not get paid to be servants to these poor nobles, work hard in my factory, If you do well, you will have a good future."
This gentleman is very refreshing, unlike those pretentious nobles, I bowed down to him sincerely and saluted, who knew that when I stood up, I saw this gentleman's small eyes.
He said excitedly: "You are very beautiful when you bend over and salute. Would you mind teaching me?"