Creator's Steam Fairy

The difference is, the memories are yours.

I'm still very young (laughs).

I started coding in junior high school, and I am still in junior high school, isn’t it logical! (hiss)

(Since I’ve written such a long paragraph, let’s pass on the tickets to the lords and wives.)

Chapter 77 Steel Picture Frame

The early morning drizzle slightly suppressed the choking smoke and ubiquitous dust.

Early January and late July are always the toughest times of the year.

When it was daylight, Boz dexterously walked among the huge boilers in the gas cylinder factory, stuck together by the rain-soaked cinders, and was creaked by the boy, and when the cinders under his feet gradually thinned out, When it turns into gray-black fiber impurities, it has gone to the area where the spinning mill gathers together.

He sneezed.

This section of the road is the most difficult. He always feels that the air is full of invisible tiny cotton fluffs. Every time he passes through the cotton spinning area, it makes his nose itchy. symptom.

The boy covered his mouth and nose with a newsboy cap to block the ubiquitous pungent smell—the impurities from the raw cotton combing were always burned on the spot, turning into choking smoke and the most common treasure in the East End.

Charred dust.

He quickened his pace and turned into the alleyway formed between the factory walls. He thought he was lucky that there were no steel mills and garbage power stations on the way from his shack to the big shipyard—that was the really scary area to pass through. If you do, your face can become almost as clean as the soles of your shoes.

Maybe the lungs too.

Boz was thin enough to squeeze himself into the wide gaps in the iron fence of the big shipyard. He thought he was lucky that he was not born ten years ago and didn't have to pass by those houses that seeped colorful sewage from the gaps in the fence whenever it rained. The factory... even a little splash on your legs can make you miserable-the skin itches, swells, and festers.

Now the factories of factories, the man-eating monsters flowing with colorful venom, have been ordered to relocate to the most remote islands.

He got into the scrap yard and climbed the rusty hanging ladder to the abandoned old slipway several times his age.

This place is facing the harbor, and you can see the large ship lock from a distance... and the black iron tower cranes on both sides of the slipway and the extended roof, together with the large ship lock, become a steel picture frame that frames the wide river channel and the sky.

This is Boz's favorite spectacle, especially when the painting is filled with sailing ships, big and small.

But today is a big day, and he has no time to enjoy the scenery.

He struggled to move a wooden board, and then lifted a worn canvas, revealing a small workbench under it.

A small mirror with an iron edge, a small half of shoe polish, a fluffed brush, a bucket, a rag, a hand towel, and two small bow ties that are a little whitish after washing.

He had his own way of finding free clean water nearby.

Soon, Boz filled the water and carefully scrubbed the dust and soot off his body in front of the mirror, even cleaning the soles of his shoes.

The clothes are simple but clean.

Today was a big day—five foreign ferries were coming in, one from Alemanni and one from Jambia.

Of course, his goal was the third class from Gallia.

If you are lucky, you can earn a lot of money—Lontinion, the largest city in the world today, has complicated streets and high prices.Those gentlemen and ladies from foreign countries always need a local guide who is clever and familiar with all kinds of tricks.

Hire him for a few pennies and save a lot more money and a lot more time.

At six o'clock in the morning, with the sound of the whistle of the big ship lock, the steel gates at the entrance to the sea were slowly opened, and the magnificent scenery of the harbor in the black iron picture frame came to life. Line up and follow the signal from the port navigator as they file into the large lock across the Isis River with some mingling fishing boats, supplying the sprawling city with daily necessities, exotic imports and expensive fresh fruits and vegetables .

As for the huge cargo ships that brought in raw materials and shipped out industrial products, the Isis River in the Rondinian Basin could not accommodate them-the cargo docks further downstream were their destinations, where the Isis River gradually expanded to a width of 26 kilometers and flows into the sea.

Boz took out a piece of hard baked bread from his small bag and ate it. He was almost nine years old, and in a few months, he might not have to run around like this every day, but try to find a stable job in the factory. Work.

But definitely not the spinning mill.

The new law of 323 raised the minimum age for entering factories to work from six years old to nine years old, and children under the age of 12 could only work up to 9 hours a day, and could not work night shifts; the new factory law of 334 stipulated that children employed in factories must provide education ——The factory is responsible for sending them to nearby schools or asking teachers to run factory schools themselves.

The newly revised Factory Law in 43 stipulated that child laborers under the age of 12 should not work more than 6 hours a day.

Those adults always say that this is a manifestation of the progress of the empire, long live the queen!It will always get better and better in the future.

But Boz didn’t agree completely. Consciously or unintentionally, they seemed to have forgotten children like him who were from poor families or had no home at all—the stricter and stricter restrictions made it difficult for them to find jobs in factories. Hungry and full, wandering the streets, doing odd jobs, stealing, fighting, or simply running errands for the radish at the pier, being a "little radish" spurned by decent people.

As for the messenger boy at the telegraph office?

Not everyone is lucky enough to get such a good job.

The second whistle sounded from the big ship lock, and it was 06:30.

It was already dawn, and Boz, who had kept the ship schedule in mind, packed up his 'office supplies' and prepared to start work.

He is a leader in this industry, with bright eyes and clean and simple attire, he can always bring him more customers and income.

He has rich experience and knows that Galia's guests are the most enthusiastic and generous. Although they sometimes use weird accents to mock Londinian, they often give a tip of an extra penny... I heard that there was a prodigal The Gallian nobleman not only treated the little guide to a full meal, but even gave him a big tip.

Boz's heart was a little hot, he guessed that the legendary tip—maybe there was...

Perhaps as much as a gold pound!

The guests from Alemanni are well-behaved, speak rigorously, and always go straight to their destination.They don't like to talk to you, but they always give a reasonable fee.

Hmm, overly reasonable remuneration.

It's hard to expect extra from them.

Zambia... Forget about Zambia, he donated a farad (a quarter of a penny) to the Orthodox Church last month. I heard that the money will be used to help those who cannot afford food. , Poor children in Zambia who can't even find a job.

In Londinium, at least you always have a way to survive.

It's a pity that Goddess of Luck seems to be taking a break today, and she doesn't have time to pay attention to poor Boz.

For the whole morning, the passengers on the three ferries failed to take a fancy to him...all of them were locals who had returned home. Finally, there was a Miss Gallia who seemed to be rich, but she looked for a well-dressed man with pity on her face. The dirtiest and filthiest kid.

Boz curled his lips to express his disdain, that guy is always pretending to be pitiful...I saw him gnawing on a chicken leg with his mouth full of grease last week.

As for making him change his strategy?

That's impossible, he is a proud career guide who only focuses on improving his personal image and business ability.

Chapter 78 Clearance

The fourth ferry is in port.

Hours early.

Boz, who was dozing under a tree, sighed. It would be a good thing to earn an extra farthing—only a gentleman from Boracia, who was wearing a black windbreaker in summer, gave him a penny throughout the morning. Because he asked the little guide for the way to the customs.

When the ferry docked at the port, the guests in the premium cabins disembarked first in twos and threes, and they were all foreigners as expected.

Boz has rich experience, and he can tell a general idea at a glance from the clothes, demeanor and luggage—where he comes from, whether his family is rich or not.

The weather is not hot today, but it is the end of summer after all. The guests disembarking are neatly dressed in tuxedos and high tops, shirts, vests and walking sticks. Do not shed a sweat so as not to be disrespectful in front of relatives, friends and servants who came to greet you.

It must be a native of the country.

There was also the young lady in a long white dress embroidered with intricate flowers, pouted sleepily, fanning herself with a wheel hat.Behind her was a maid who was wearing casual clothes and carrying two small suitcases. Even the maid's clothes looked expensive.

This is also a look...

?

!

The hungry fish immediately broke the tranquility of the water surface as if someone was feeding them bait, and excitedly stirred up the turbulent water splash.

But the splash subsided after a few breaths.

When he saw the tall man in the navy uniform standing in front of the girl and looking around vigilantly, Boz, who was halfway running, immediately stopped moving forward. He was honest even when he saw the patrolman. Not to mention an Imperial Navy... officer.

"Boy, come here."

Forrest took out a five-penny coin from his pocket, shook it at Boz, and urged Boz with some blank and hesitant eyes: "It's you, come quickly."

Although it has been several years since he left this place, how could Forrest, who grew up hanging out on the streets, not be familiar with the streets and alleys of Londinium.

As for why he called Boz... a quarter of a century ago, he also worked as a little guide. Although it was not for the purpose of survival, he also knew the hard work of these children.

This kid is refreshing, clean and neat, and looks pleasing to the eye.

"Let's go, take us to the customs." Forrest took two steps forward and stuffed the five-pence coin into the hands of the stunned Boz, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be stunned, lead the way."

"Old Frey, don't you claim that no one knows Londinian better than you?"

Loria covered her hands with her hands and yawned, and finally put her top hat on her head obediently. Ever since she saw this gentleman on the ferry sighing and missing Joanna, who had never paid any attention to him, Loria Started calling him by nicknames.

"Little Luo Yi, don't I do good deeds every day?"

Forrest, who didn't know that he was classified as a peer by Luria because he had zero love experience, explained: "Although it can't change his life, it can at least make him have a happy day."

Does fivepence make a good day?Luo Liya was puzzled, so she asked, "Then why don't you give more?"

Forrest opened his mouth to explain that giving too much might bring misfortune to the child... But even he didn't believe it.

The law and order in Londinian is not so bad that even a small amount of money can cause a vicious incident, and these children who are wandering on the streets are smarter than each other—and they are not domestic babies who have never seen dirt.

"Well, actually my purse is too thin."

Forrest, who was planning to save money to give Miss Joanna a nice present, made up his mind to save money.

He rolled his eyes covertly following Luria's example, took the suitcase from the maid's hand, and followed Boz who was leading the way.

Loria winked at the snickering Abigail and followed. Mr. Forrester almost tore through the jewelry magazines on the ferry—those shiny cuties are expensive, even Lori Ya is flabbergasted.

Although she also likes to watch, as long as she calculates how many chocolates can be bought at the same price in her mind, she can immediately stop the urge.

Abigail was very relieved about this.

Miss's net worth is rich, no matter how fine the food is, it is enough to last for a long time.But if you just fell in love with shiny and shiny gems, you might not even last a year.

Desires are always endless... It's like the stories in the newspapers where the rich are competing for legendary gems at sky-high prices of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of pounds.

There are two long queues in front of the customs checkpoint when entering the country. The one with the largest number of people is the nationals, but the speed is faster. The customs clerk almost just flips through the passport and signs the person to let them go-foreigners That line is much slower, not only checking passports in detail, but also signing several documents and answering long or short questions; for illiterate workers, the employers who hire them provide a lot of certificates to go through the formalities, so foreign countries The line of people became more and more crowded. Although there were only one or two out of ten people, the line became longer and longer.

Boz glanced at the line of foreigners, and judged that it would take at least three hours. He was about to ask his guests to take a rest, and when he lined up for him, he was grabbed by Forrest by the collar. Another direction - the customs office hiding in the shade of a big tree canopy.

Under Boz's ignorant eyes, Forrest dragged him into the customs office and said to the first clerk he saw: "Excuse me, ma'am, I am on a special mission of the Royal Navy to escort Earl Fries." Ma'am, go home."

Forrest let go of Boz, took out the warrant issued by White Castle and the official document of the embassy from his jacket pocket, and handed it over, and then called the maid to bring Loria's passport.

Miss Clerk froze for a moment, seeing that the military uniform on Forrest's body didn't look like a joke with his serious expression, and took the warrant, official documents and passport in a daze.

Why not go directly to the military port for military missions? What are you doing at the customs?

Then she became a little uncertain... The nobles in the overseas territories probably have to leave the overseas government offices... As for the embassy and the Natural History Society...

Well, it really belongs to customs management.

"Mr. Officer, please wait a moment."

The lady clerk was very efficient, and completed all the procedures in just a few minutes. By the way, she also gave Abigail a work certificate and ordered a carriage for them.

"Hui Da." Forrest said, and then closed the curtain of the carriage, blocking Loria's curious eyes, and dragged Boz to sit in the unenclosed area in front.

"I also want to see the scenery along the way."

Loria said to the maid, "Didn't you say this is the biggest city in the world?"

"There's nothing to see, miss." Abigail, who has been sneezing since just now, held a copy of the "Lontinyon Tourist Guide" and said: "The book says that the air in the East End is terrible, and foreign tourists are advised to Good protection."

She didn't want to be blown all over her head with soot.

Chapter 79

"This is Riverside Street. The irregular four-story building directly opposite is the official office of the Empire's overseas territories. If you look over there, you will find the Faculty of Law and the Royal Economic Library along the fork next to the official office. Behind the carriage station Is that steeple, that's St Clement's Church, and behind it is the Royal Court."

After more than an hour's drive, Boz finally found an opportunity to perform. Almost wherever Loria looked, he introduced loudly, "Somewhere south of Arendelle Street is the bank of the Isis River. Next to it is the Comedy Theater and the Victoria Embankment Gardens, and there will be vendors selling grilled river seafood after sunset, you should try it..."

Loria looked at the five-forked road in front of her, and couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth.

There are people, carriages and noises everywhere, and the explanation of the bright-eyed little boy seems to be flowing in the background. She understands it but can't understand it. She was dazzled by the carved cornices of the outer walls and the occasional spiers.

She somewhat understood why Forrest had parked the carriage here... The street crowded with carriages and pedestrians was chaotic, and strange screams could be heard from time to time—the shouting could no longer move a dozen steps People outside can hear you clearly, and only screaming can attract the attention of the surroundings.

The choking smell became lighter, and as soon as the nasopharynx was relieved, it was the turn of the ears and brain to suffer.

Fortunately, Mr. Forrest's military uniform can squeeze pedestrians out of a narrow gap. He is tall and clears the way, and Boz walks around deftly to prevent Loria and Abigail from being swept away by the crowd. This protects them and squeezes forward.

"No wonder the guidebook says to be careful of pickpockets." Abigail yelled in Loria's ear, "Miss, are we going to live in a place like this?"

"do not know!"

Loria responded with a half-screaming high-pitched voice. She pressed the top hat on her head with one hand and led Abby with the other. She felt that she was in boundless chaos, especially when passing the telegraph office. The children grew out of the gaps in the crowd, passed in front of and behind her, and disappeared into another gap.