"Xiao Zhao, come to the shop early tomorrow at noon to open the door and boil the water. Remember to use the well next to the Party Headquarters. The well is drilled deep and clean. These officials' real women will enjoy it.

If someone asks you, you say it’s from the tea shop. I’ve already given the money for water. I can’t get more than three buckets a day, otherwise those little ones should be scolded again, and have you heard it.”

At around 8 o'clock in the evening, the guests gradually dispersed. The moon was on the west end. The tea shop owner quickly counted the income in his hand, stuffed the money into his jacket, and reminded the young man who was cleaning up the tables, chairs and benches.

The most tiring job in opening a shop to sell tea is nothing more than fetching water and boiling water. In the past, he did these tasks himself, but now he has free labor to deliver to his door, so of course he has to use them to death.

"Okay, turtle."

The young man replied vaguely, put the benches one by one to the corner of the wall, and then covered the oil cloth on it, and quickly clamped the rope to prevent the furniture from getting wet in the middle of the night.

When the boss heard the answer, he always felt something was wrong and there was no conclusive evidence, so he had to snort coldly and turn and leave. Anyway, this person was protected by the police station and was not afraid of the other party's bag.

Speaking of this guy named Zhao Hao, he is actually very satisfied. He has a good eye for doing things and is full of life. His tea making skills are solid and eye-catching, but the smile on his face is a bit creepy.

In addition, I always speak sarcastically, and I don’t know if I was deliberately looking for trouble. No wonder I looked pretty but got into my own tea shop. It’s better to be a clerk when I go to a factory to work than to be a clerk.

The boss thought about it and felt that in a month, if Zhao Hao said something nice, he would stay, otherwise he would quit. Jinling lacked everything, but there was no shortage of people looking for jobs.

"Play the drum tightly and slowly beat the gong.

Stop the gong and stop the drums and listen to the singing.

All kinds of gossip are also sung."

.........

Humming an unknown song, the tea shop owner left staggeringly. He was holding a lot of money on his body. It would be unsafe to go on the street later. If someone snatched it away, it would be in vain that day.

Zuo Chong packed up the things and locked the teacup and kettle in the cabinet. This is now. After two years, the things will be placed in the open air. Not to mention the teacup, even the cabinet will be carried away.

Half a peaceful period is rare.

He finally checked the tea shop, and then walked up Zhuque Street with tired steps and headed towards the east of the city. This place is not far from the Central National Museum of War and only takes half an hour to walk.

There is a shanty town nearby, which was built by the people who came to Jinling to make a living. Among them, the most people in Shandong Province were the most stricken. Many young people like "Zhao Hao" lived here temporarily.

Living there is no need to register. Just spend a little money to have your own house in Jinling, where every inch of land is valuable. This is especially precious for refugees who have not yet solved their food and clothing.

Zuo Chong spent a dollar and rented the right to use a shed and the title of a distant relative from a family. This requirement is not strange. Who doesn’t want to stay together to keep warm when going out?

Along the way, he saw many exhausted young people walking numbly like walking corpses. He would only stop and enjoy the pleasure of passing by the bright and bright restaurant.

In order to show his sociableness, he did the same. At the same time, he met a group of fellow villagers "unintentionally". In the disgusting eyes of passers-by, a group of young people talked and laughed and chatted.

While walking, everyone introduced themselves. When they heard that Zuo Chong was working now, everyone scolded the boss for being unintentional. A tall man in the crowd dressed in a slightly fashionable manner even advised him.

"Xiao Zhao, don't blame me, what's the point of being a mate in a tea shop? Why not build a factory with us? It's better to support your family than to serve others. It's not embarrassing to rely on your strength to make a living.

The first thing people like us who go out to make a living is to rely on fellow villagers. I told the foreman that you can go to work at any time, and if you don’t say it for more than a month, you can get ten or twenty yuan.

In the future, if you want a wife in a schief mill, the couple can earn 30 yuan and live a careless life in Jinling. Don’t learn from gangsters, that kind of person will not have a good result.”

This person is the oldest among the crowd and speaks in an orderly manner. Obviously, he doesn't want the young fellow to spend his whole life because he is idle. It is no longer easy for him to make a living by selling hard work in the Republic of China.

Zuo Chong felt the other party's kindness and scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "I plan to learn to do business first. When I earned my capital, I opened a tea shop myself and snatched the business of Lao Wangbadan."

"Hahaha, Xiao Zhao is so ambitious."

"Yes, just grab their business."

The young people who are newborn calf are not afraid of tigers and are bullied by foreman and bosses every day feel very relieved when they hear this, and they smile to cheer Zuo Chong up with a smile. There must always be dreams, right?

Only the tall man shook his head slightly. When he first arrived in Jinling, many people thought so, thinking that they could conquer a world here. Unfortunately, poor people can't fight for their lives.

Unless there is a noble person willing to support him, it will be harder to turn over than climbing to the sky. He has been in Jinling for five or six years, and he has saved a little money, but it still seems so far away from mastering his destiny.

Zuo Chong noticed this scene and looked at the workers in groups of three or three on the road. His heart was slightly moved. These people were distributed in various districts of Jinling, and were well-informed. They were not the best eyeliner.

He has been having a headache about the intelligence channels at the bottom of the Secret Service. The information obtained by the police station and the Cao Gang are limited, and he cannot expect ordinary people to speak their hearts and things around them.

But the information is hidden in the trivialities of life. For example, the neighbors must have noticed the abnormal whereabouts of Tianfu in the safe house. If they could grasp this clue in time, they would have caught someone long ago.

He met these workers to confuse Lao K, but he didn't expect that there would be unexpected gains. If the workers from other places in Jinling could be organized, the information channels could be sinking to the people.

Thinking of this, Zuo Chong immediately started chatting with the tall man, ready to touch the other person's bottom. This person's conversation was unusual, and he looked like he had read a book, but for some reason he had fallen to this point.

The two of them couldn't stop talking anymore. The tall man talked about his origin. He called himself Dongqiang, a native of Island City, Shandong Province. His father had participated in the Huayong Team and stayed in the church school for several years.

Later, his father was unfortunately killed while fighting pirates in Hong Kong City. His life was getting worse and worse. In order to take care of his mother and younger brothers and sisters, he dropped out of school and went to Jinling to make a living.

"We work hard every day for twelve hours, from birds to ghosts, and at most one day off a week, even when is the foreman staring at the toilet? When will this day end?"

Dongqiang talked about his work, and then sighed: "I am pretty good, at least strong and strong. Some children went to the factory at the age of five or six, and their faces turned pale after one day.

And those contract workers, who have been in trouble for eight lifetimes, usually for at least three years. There is no freedom in these three years. You either work or die or take leave even if you are sick.”

He sighed as he spoke, both for himself and for the workers who consumed their lives in the factory. If it weren't for the elderly and young people at home, he would have quit.

Zuo Chong was silent after hearing this. Didn’t he know these situations? He knew that some charitable people often heard calls from them in newspapers and radio, calling on capitalists in the Republic of China to treat workers well.

Yes, it's kindness.

Because everyone knows that this is impossible to prohibit. The flesh and blood factories that risk their lives in the chimneys are all in the front row of the Fruit Party meeting, and they are separated by their own lives. How is this possible?

He is a small section chief who is even more powerless to do anything. He will be rich and help the world, and he will be poor. At this stage, he can only do his best, and someone will deal with these black capitalists in the future.

While everyone was talking, they had already arrived at the Central National Museum of War. Zuo Chong made an appointment with Dongqiang to meet tomorrow, so he turned around and walked into the sludge-filled shanty town and disappeared into the dim lights.

After a long time.

In a small alley not far away, Xu Weiming walked out and looked at the groups of workers. His eyes were filled with light. The old underground party also discovered this powerful force.

After he went from Huizhou to Jinling, he knew that working in the center of the rule of the Fructus Party and in an environment full of police and spies would require hundreds of times of caution and preparation for sacrifice at any time.

Regarding the reasons for the repeated destruction of the Jinling Party organization, he also conducted a careful analysis based on his experience in intelligence struggle, and after a period of investigation and research, he came to a conclusion.

That is, for a long time, the Jinling Underground Party only focused its activities among schools and intellectuals, and did not focus its activities on the workers' movement.

This cannot be blamed on Shi Ning. Due to the change in the 16th year of the Republic of China, workers avoided the underground party, and the lack of necessary communication channels and understanding between the two is an objective difficulty.

But this time the matter ended, he was preparing to recommend that Wei in Jinling City restore and develop organizations in factories and the military organs of the Fructus Party as soon as possible, and independently develop peripheral organizations among students and public education personnel.

Even if there are certain risks in doing this, the Fructus Party cannot be allowed to act as a blessing in Jinling. This will follow the bald head's wish and must open a gap to allow workers to gradually become familiar with the underground party.

Just now, when he was following the guy, he heard all kinds of complaints from workers about working hours and working environment. This is the focus of the underground party's next urban work.

Mobilize the masses.

Help the masses.

Rely on the masses.

A few years ago in Shanghai, they relied on these three principles to unite countless workers to drive away the Beiyang warlords. Unfortunately, the bald man betrayed his life and stole the fruits of victory, which resulted in a failure.

This tragedy proves that it is unrealistic to rely on capitalists and landlords to save the Republic of China. Only by uniting the vast majority of the people can the nation and the country have hope of revival.
Chapter completed!