Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 90 Children’s Workhouse

Before he traveled to the mysterious world, he was an only child. The original owner of this body had several older brothers and sisters. He was the youngest in the family and had no experience in dealing with children.He was still a little uneasy about going to "teach" the children in the workhouse.

The architectural style of Jinwutong District is obviously brighter than other districts, and the clothing of pedestrians is also much brighter than other districts.

"Tingen Children's Workhouse" is a medium-sized "kou"-shaped building, mainly made of concrete, with a garden in the middle and a century-old oak tree planted there.The Children's Workhouse is not converted from an old church or other building like other workhouses. It was newly built a few years ago. The city government also renovated the workhouse and redesigned the decoration and layout.

It was proposed that the name of the Children's Workhouse should be changed to "Hoy Children's Workhouse in Tingen" by adding Baron Hoy's name in front of it. He politely rejected this suggestion.

Chris noticed from a distance that dozens of ragged poor people were lined up on the street outside the workhouse. They were holding old and cracked porcelain bowls and staring closely at the porridge bucket at the door.

Are there homeless people here?
Chris couldn't help but be a little surprised. This place was equivalent to the central area of ​​Tingen City, and it was also a children's almshouse.

He walked forward past these people. The person giving out porridge and water was an elderly woman. When Chris saw her, he thought of Aunt Zhenma in the Misty Village.

The woman made a prayer gesture from the Church of the Goddess of the Night on her chest and smiled slightly at Chris.

The caretaker, who was the same age as the woman, was leaning against the door frame, squinting and enjoying the afternoon sunshine, and looking at the poor people next to him from time to time.Seeing Chris approaching, he quickly stood up straight: "Mr. Officer, what's the matter?"

"No," Chris smiled and shook his head, looking past him in, "I came to see the kids."

"Oh," the gatekeeper opened the door, "Officer, please come in."

The attitude is not bad...

Even though Chris thought so, he knew in his heart that it was the police uniform on his body that allowed the other party to face him squarely.

This world is like this, everyone has it.

Entering the workhouse, the sounds of children chirping came from everywhere. In front of Chris was a tall oak tree, which provided a shade. Several little girls were sitting on stone benches playing a clapping game.

When the girls saw Chris, they held hands and walked into the house without saying a word. After a while, a woman wearing a black robe came out. Chris recognized this dress and thought that the workhouse was built because of the Church of the Goddess of the Night. help.

"What's the matter, Mr. Police?" the woman asked.She was a little nervous.

"you are……"

"I am the director of the workhouse. Just call me Windsor. What is your name?"

"My name is Chris. Nice to meet you, Ms. Windsor." He smiled to hide his embarrassment.

There's nothing wrong with a policeman coming to a children's workhouse to teach children how to fight.

"Mr. Chris, what's the matter with you?" Windsor clapped her hands. It looked like she was working just now and her hands were still stained with dust.

She continued: "My children are very obedient. No one dares to steal. I educate them every night."

"No, no," Chris smiled and waved his hand, "I'm not here as a police officer today."

"Then you are..."

"I'll teach the children to fight." Chris answered truthfully. "No, children don't need to learn fighting," Windsor shook his head. "They should learn grammar and mechanical knowledge. I'm doing my best to give them a learning environment and let them feel the warmth of home."

Windsor sighed, looked back at the room, and turned around:

"But how is it possible? Adults can only spend five days in a workhouse, and some tall children are treated like that. My children are lucky and unlucky, and they can stay here for a month. , but when new children come, the first children who come in will leave, and they can only go to the factory. But how many factories are willing to take in those disabled children?"

Chris' heart gradually sank, yes, this is reality.These homeless children do not only live on the streets but also work as child laborers. The workhouse is like home to them.

"Ms. Windsor, maybe what I just said was inappropriate," Chris said slowly, "What I want to teach the children is actually not 'fighting' in the strict sense, but 'martial arts'. Well, it can also be said to be a kind of martial arts." This kind of gymnastics mainly focuses on physical exercise, you see!"

Chris took two steps back, got down on his horse, and threw a few quick punches, followed by a left kick and a right whip kick. His martial arts performance was very precise, without any dangerous moves such as uppercuts and knees. It was so clean. Can perform on stage.

After finishing one set, he slowly pressed his breath from top to bottom with both hands, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said, "Did you see? This is for physical exercise. There is no danger."

The wrinkles on Windsor's face softened softly, and she now felt that this was either an act of caring from the police department, or that he was just a dedicated police officer.Of course, it could also be a con man pretending to be a police officer.

"Do you charge a fee?" she asked.She thought that if the other party asked for a fee, she would immediately drive him away with a broom.

Chris was caught off guard by the question. He scratched his head and said with a smile: "Ms. Windsor, how can you charge money? I guarantee that the whole process is free."

"Okay, thank you. But some children are disabled and this may not be suitable for them."

"It's okay, Ms. Windsor, I will try my best to help the children."

Chris answered with a smile, thinking that even if I, a Sequence 8 "Combat Scholar", couldn't restore the children's bodies, couldn't I still make them healthier?
"Okay, then come with me. The children have just taken a nap and now is the time to be energetic."

"Don't you see my police ID?" Chris asked in confusion.

"No," Windsor turned around, "your eyes tell me you are a good policeman."

Chris followed Windsor and walked in. There were about twenty children, both male and female, sitting at a dozen old long tables. The boys gathered together to play with toys carved from wood, and the girls held dirty rag dolls. In arms.

There are definitely more than 20 street children in Tingen City, but there is only one children's workhouse.

The children didn't seem to see the two people walking in. It was Windsor who clapped her hands and caught their attention.

"Children," Windsor said loudly with a smile, "this Mr. Chris is going to teach you... Chris, how do you say that word?"

"Ahem, martial arts." He touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Chris is going to teach everyone martial arts so they can exercise!"

Windsor had never heard of this word, and she felt that the children would not understand it either, but they didn't care.

"Grandma Windsor, what is martial arts?" A boy raised his hand, "Is it bread or candy?"

(End of this chapter)