The timber factory is located very close to the new urban area, which means that the rebuilt urban area has been burned down.

The outermost part of the factory was simply placed a circle of guardrails, made of ropes and wood, and the wooden piles were buried in the ground.

When you enter the outside of the factory, you first have a lot of wood. It was just sawed out in the forest and loaded on a carriage in sections. A piece of wood needs to be transported in several carriages. If the tree is older, it is quite inconvenient to transport it.

These woods are listed, and they are moisture-proof as they are seen. They are padded under them without touching the ground. The whole pile of wood is covered with tarpaulin or canvas.

Such wood is not afraid of stealing, nor can it be stolen at all. In terms of single weight, it is deterrent enough.

The army walking through the wood, there is a simple office at the inner fence, and the drawer of the desk always contains an account book that records the amount of wood entering and leaving.

Walking through the internal fence and further into the factory, it is the key protection area of ​​the factory. The piles of wooden boards are all kinds of thicknesses and all kinds of wood.

They are all the most direct items, and the protection level is the highest. The quantity must be counted once a day. A shed is built on the wooden group to block the rain and hide the wind.

Later, there is a wood processing center, and a human-powered lathe is used to talk about log processing into wooden boards.

This type of lathe is operated by human pedals, which is very similar to a sewing machine. A person has to pedal for fourteen hours a day. In addition to dining and resting, it also takes thirteen hours, which is enough to work.

The factory has already gotten off work. Xiang Du came here to take over the work, not to continue processing logs, but to load the truck. There is a truck that comes to pull the wood board tonight, and someone needs to load it.

There were a few people together, wearing clothes that they hadn't changed for a long time, drinking the water in the water bag, and standing next to the hemp rope while talking and laughing.

When Xiang Du came, several people greeted him. They rarely chatted with Xiang Du for more than a minute, and a few people laughed and laughed. He sat alone and waited.

Occasionally I would follow the fun because of a few jokes, and I would spend most of the time silently.

Before the transportation convoy arrived, the factory owner walked out of the hut. He must have just had a meal and the room was lighted in a luxurious manner.

The boss dispelled cigarettes for several workers, and the few people happily answered them. Xiang Du was different, so he didn't smoke.

The boss sat next to Xiangdu while smoking a cigarette, and his sense of intimacy increased: "Xiao Xiang, what did you do today?"

“There’s something to do.”

Xiang Du replied with a smile.

A coworker teased and said, "Go out to find a girl."

Several coworkers laughed.

The boss laughed a few times and asked Xiang Du again: "Tell me, where? I'll go and take a look."

Because of the sense of distance, Xiang Du also made it clear: "Go and sell a cat."

The boss's face became cold at that time, and the old-fashioned education became: "Xiao Xiang, you are still young, you should earn more money. You don't know how much you will earn less if you delay a day."

"Don't worry, I won't be there any more in the future."

"That's right. You have to save more money while you're young."

After saying that, the two of them were silent for a while and finished smoking. The boss patted his butt and stood up, gave a few words to the one who had the longest working experience, and then left without mentioning a single word about the discharge of the worker today.

He was not ignoring his hands. When selling wood, he had to keep an eye on the spot. Now he was probably going back to the hut to warm up.

Moreover, there are not many carriages that can carry out goods at night, and oil lamps or candles are also a waste of money. This is the purest burning of money. Ordinary convoys travel during the day.

Time passed, and the eager chat subsided. The workers guarded one place, and someone took off his shoes and beat them.

Xiang Du doesn't like to do this, and it's too tiring, but such a job is much better than a car log for more than ten hours.

The wind is very strong today, and all the blowing out is cold air.

A long convoy came in the cold wind, and the sound of horses' hooves and wheels was as sharp as the advancing army, which was terrifying.

There is a light hanging in front of each car. Xiang Du dares not use this kind of light at night on weekdays. He even eats while there is light.

The convoy was very long, from where the boards were placed to the avenue outside.

The convoy stopped and the owner of the timber factory ran out of the house in a hurry, so anxious that he didn't even put on his hat.

A man jumped out of the front car of the convoy, with decent black clothes, scarves, gloves and hats, and wrapped tightly.

The man glanced at the workers responsible for loading the trucks and showed a slight displeasure. The fleeting displeasure was not seen by the anxious timber factory owner.

The latter ran over and spoke eagerly: "Mr. Kale, the wood you need is ready."

"Why are you so many people? When will you pretend?" Zuo Lan covered her face with a scarf, "I came here in the middle of the night just to hurry up."

The boss looked confident: "Don't worry, I've been in this industry for a long time and I will definitely not be able to delay it."

Then, he turned around and faced Xiang Du's group of workers: "Come on, load the car."

Several workers trotted over, but the young Xiangdu didn't run away, he came over.

Zuo Lan recognized Xiang Du at a glance, narrowed her eyes, and didn't know what she was thinking.

The boss stretched out one hand: "Mr. Kale, it's cold here, you can sit in the house first."

Zuo Lan nodded and followed the boss to the cabin.

Xiang Du looked at the two people leaving with contempt, disgusted this feeling very much.

The other workers didn't care about these things, and they were divided into groups and started to load the trucks.

The coachmen on the carriage were bored, smoking cigarettes and watching the people loading the car, giving them a wonderful sense of superiority.

In the small house, the owner of a timber factory made tea. The fire in the house was very bright. If you stayed in the house for a long time, people would not be able to withstand such high temperatures.

"The conditions here are limited and the hospitality is not good." The boss laughed, "You also know that this timber factory belongs to Mr. Rohan, and I am just responsible for the management."

Zuo Lan chuckled and immediately responded to calmness. He asked the timber factory owner: "How much salary do you pay the workers?"

"Why did you suddenly ask about this today?"

"Nothing, just ask."

The boss's eyes widened: "That's right, no one pays thirty-five per month at the normal salary. Recently, there has been a shortage of wood, and the salary we give is higher."

"That's good."

Afterwards, the two chatted, and the boss of the timber factory would mention the recent gains intentionally or unintentionally. It can be said that the books that were moved out were very beautiful and the monthly surplus was also very large.

Zuo Lan didn't care about these books, and it had nothing to do with him. It was because he knew Luo Han that the boss brought the account book here, hoping that these words would come to Luo Han's ears now.

These wooden boards were installed for almost a night, and several workers were tired and exhausted, and the cars behind them were all in the backwards.

After the wood was loaded, the driver of the front car came over to report.

Zuo Lan reached into her clothes, took out a pack of banknotes and put them on the table: "Diandian."

"No, no, order something, no."

"So that's it, I'll leave."

Zuo Lan tightened her top and got up to leave.

The boss stepped to the head of the bed and took out an exquisite wooden box under the pillow. He caught up with Zuo Lan who was out and stuffed the wooden box to Zuo Lan.

"No, what's this?"

"A little care, Mr. Carle often takes care of my business. As a thank you, don't worry, it's not a good thing."

Zuo Lan refused at all and told the boss that he didn't need to send him off. He took his convoy away from the wood factory. In the night, the convoy with lights was like a fire snake.

Xiang Du felt soreness in his forearm, and he couldn't use any strength on both legs, and he was thirsty and hungry in his abdomen.

After finishing work tonight, the boss dispersed a pitiful cigarette for several workers each and sent the workers home.

The way home seemed very short. Xiangdu had never been home so quickly. After he got home, he fell asleep.

At noon the next day, someone woke him up. He looked at him in a daze and said that he was a worker from the same factory as him.

It was only noon, and Xiang Du had not had enough rest, so he would close his eyes when he opened it. It was impossible to open it completely.
Chapter completed!