Riding and chopping: Overlord of the Han and Hungarians

Chapter 173 172, change

Mu Kada stood up in a daze.

After almost a year, he finally got his dream hometown.

The experience of this year is too fresh in his mind, causing him to feel a little fuzzy about his past life.

Just about to go.

The secretary called him back again.

"Let's go now, don't you want the rest of the work points?"

The clerk smiled. He had seen a lot of people like Mukada. In the past two or three months, thousands of people came to register information every day.

"Do you still have work points?"

Mukada spoke some bad Chinese, and he figured it out clearly, and his work points were just enough to register his domicile.

The clerk nodded: "Yes, your attendance and work attitude are all recorded by the supervisor who is responsible for managing you. You are the one who performed well, so you still have 34 points in your account."

As he spoke, the clerk wrote a note and stamped his seal on it and handed it to Mukada.

"Take this and go to the bank in Wujie Street, and you can exchange these work points into coins, 34 yuan, which is enough for you to live for more than a month.

Work hard and earn a home in Wuhuan City. "

In Mukada's mind, the face of the overseer with a bitter face all day long, as if everyone owed him money, appeared.

He didn't expect that he would still be rewarded with these work points.

Good people.

Mu Kada instantly turned Zeng Jin's hostile supervisor into a group of good people.

After some time of digestion, he has recovered a lot from the initial blindfolded state.

He bowed his hands and said politely to the clerk, "Thank you, Secretary Guowu, for your guidance. The little one won't interfere with your official duties, so I'll leave now."

The clerk chuckled and waved his hand, the claw of his left hand flickered coldly in the air.

"Is it a disability?!"

Mukada was shocked again, he really didn't notice this much just now.

"Yeah." Wu Shu'er hummed, and didn't go to Guanmu Kada again. The household registration office is not just a job. There are more than 50 counters like him, and hundreds of people are registered every day.

After filing the files registered by Mukada, Wu Shu'er waited for the next one.

Walking out of the household registration office, Mukada touched the tattered leather jacket on his body. He carefully hid and teased the note that could be exchanged for money. He was afraid, afraid that the household registration that he had finally exchanged would be demoted to a low-level due to a little conflict. servants.

Fortunately, no one came out to argue with him even when he reached Fifth Street.

Trembling into the bank, the resplendent bank and the dilapidated Mukada are very incompatible.

However, none of the people working here showed disgust towards him. A graceful and beautiful woman walked up to Mukada and asked softly, "Are you here to exchange work points?"

Mukada nodded awkwardly: "Yeah, Secretary Wu of the Household Registration Office asked me to come here."

The woman smiled: "Come with me, the bank counters have different divisions of labor. You have been in the private camp for a long time, and you will inevitably not understand."

As she said that, the woman brought Mukada to a counter that was queuing up.

"You just line up here, one by one, it will be your turn soon."

Mukada looked at those people who were dressed similarly to him, and he was relieved. The similar people made him feel less uneasy. This place is so beautiful, whether it is objects or people.

Mu Kada glanced back cautiously, the woman who brought him just now walked to the door again, and said something for another person who came in wearing a tattered leather coat.

Soon, the people in line arrived at Mukada. He handed over the note that Secretary Wu had given him from his arms. The person inside checked the authenticity of the seal, and after confirming that it was correct, he took out 34 coins and handed it to him. Mukada.

"Hold it, this is your work point exchange, count it and confirm it is correct."

Mukada took the money and counted it twice, and confirmed that it was 34 coins.

"That's right, it's 34."

"Okay, let's go, next one."

The person at the counter yelled, and threw the money-changing note into the brazier and burned it.

Mukada turned around from the counter, and a wooden stick that was blocking him turned around to let him walk over.

With 34 copper plates in his pocket, Mukada was at a loss for a while. He just came out of the slave camp today, and he was still a little unfamiliar with Wuhuan. Although he might have built it here, he didn't have the impression of being familiar with it at all.

"Don't know what to do?"

It was that female voice again, and Mukada turned around with a little joy in his heart, and the woman from before came to him again.

"Uh-huh."

Mukata nodded.

The woman seemed to have gotten to know her very well, and said, "Right now, workers are being recruited everywhere in Wuhuan City, whether it's grazing, or road construction, or going to various shops to recruit workers. On the construction site, there are daily jobs in these places, and you can get as much money as you do.”

"If you don't want to stay in Wuhuan, you can also go to the pier outside the city. There are six boats going to Xianbei every day. Xianbei is different from Wuhuan. It is mainly engaged in farming-related labor there. If you want to farm, you can also go there. The life of the peasants is better than here, and the subsidy from the emperor to the peasants is also higher."

"Then what if I want to work here with you? Is that okay too?" Mukada asked by chance.

The woman's expression didn't change much, she still smiled gently: "Of course it's possible, but if you want to work in Qianzhuang, you have to go to night school to learn characters first, and you must speak 'Qiyan' fluently, just like me .”

As she said that, the woman showed a slightly annoyed expression: "It took me half a year to learn how to speak, you have to be mentally prepared."

The woman's annoyed expression was like a warm current in the spring breeze that instantly crushed Mukada's heart, and he showed a serious expression: "I will learn!"

The woman nodded: "Well, I also believe that you can learn it, but before you go to night school, you have to change your clothes, your leather clothes are too torn, at the corner of this street, there is a shop called Sanjie Clothes , where you can spend a few dollars to buy a set of clothes replaced by others, although they are not new, they are still in good condition."

While the woman was talking, Mukada was remembering, he felt that he suddenly seemed to have a goal, and he was no longer at a loss when he came out of the labor camp.

After talking for a while, the woman turned her eyes to the gate of the bank and came in again. She smiled at Mukada: "That's all, I still have to work. If you don't understand, just ask the people on the street. They will also tell you what to do."

Mukada, seeing that he went to help another convict who was wearing a tattered leather jacket like him, touched his chest, only to feel the heat surge inside.

(End of this chapter)