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The next day, early morning.
Although the sky above the island is still cloudy,
But the streets of Gus City were already filled with fireworks.
The side door of the tavern opened, and the young waiter dragged two large bags of garbage (in linen bags) filled with peanut shells, spent distiller's grains, and peels from the side door and piled them under the wall.
After waiting for about 4 minutes, the sound of wheels gradually moved to the street next to the tavern. He saw three donkeys pulling a four-wheel cart. Under the command of the old man's little leather whip, the donkeys collected wet garbage.
The car stopped on this street on time.
In this farming era, recycling "Rice Farm" and other "organic waste" is one of the important orders in small rural towns.
There are no chemical fertilizers, so we have to rely on natural fertilizers.
Although plantation accounts for a relatively small proportion of the island's production, fattening the land is also beneficial to animal husbandry.
From other shops on the left and right of the tavern, bosses or waiters also walked out at this time, counting sacks in twos and threes, and handed over the organic waste accumulated in the past few days to the old man.
This old man is a recycler in the city. He drives a donkey cart and does two kinds of dirty work every day.
In the morning, we collected organic waste from various stores in the city.
After each cart is collected, it is immediately transported to a storage point near the village outside the city, and the farmers will use it in a reasonable and orderly manner under the supervision of the [Village Chief].
Back and forth, after busy work, rest in the afternoon.
In the evening, the old man drove out of the donkey cart again to collect the "rice fields" from various households in the city.
It will also be transported in batches to villages outside the city and dumped in drying fields a little further away for farmers to use in the future.
Although the work he does is dirty and tiring, this old man can also be regarded as a subordinate of the Sheriff of Gus City!
He and the Sheriff both received a monthly salary from the castle. Rounding up, the old man was considered half of the castle.
But thanks to the small size of Gusi City - the entire territory has a permanent population of more than 9,000 people, of which more than 5,000 live in villages outside the city, and more than 4,000 people live in seaport towns - the old man can still complete the work alone.
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What if the town was larger?
To be even more exaggerated, if the scale were to rise to the level of Yanjing City in the 'Ancient Huangxia' on Terra Blue Star, a very large settlement with a population of hundreds of thousands, the number of manpower required for such work of recycling organic waste would be very large.
Exaggerated.
Although the old man did dirty work, the neighbors did not dislike him for it.
Asked why you didn’t dislike him?
There are many reasons, some virtual and some real.
A little more realistic, such as "the old man's hard work is for the welfare of the entire Gusi City" and so on.
To be more realistic, if we pick the most important reason——
——The old man’s two sons are both soldiers of the lord.
If anyone really dares to dislike the old man or do anything to him,
It's better to just let the Sheriff know, and at most he'll be whipped a few times.
If his two sons knew about it and the two soldiers reported it to the lord, hey, the consequences would be difficult to tell.
Therefore, the neighbors and villagers never disliked the old man.
Don't talk about fiction, just talk about the truth. The two sons are soldiers in the castle. From a simple perspective of interests, "respecting" them is the most reasonable choice.
Family, under normal circumstances, is always a reliable backing for a person.
At the port street, the neighborhood leaders handed over the garbage bags.
The young waiter in the tavern waited until others handed over the sacks and returned to various shops, then he carried the sacks from the tavern and came to the donkey cart.
"Good morning, old Roger." The young waiter placed the two large bags of organic garbage in his hand on the free space of the four-wheeled cart.
"Is your cart considered full?" The waiter took a look and felt that the cart was already filled with 80% of its capacity.
The old man's face was full of smiles,
"It's almost there! It's eighty percent full! Although we can collect one more street, the board is too full and the donkeys may fall down from fatigue, so we won't collect it for the time being."
The old man used his rough right hand with thick cuticles to touch the mane of a donkey's neck, causing the three donkeys pulling the cart to "hum~" several times.
"Oh, that's just right. Give me a ride."
The young waiter nodded, held it up with one hand, and took the free seat on the trolley without feeling dirty.
"I'm going to the castle."
The waiter said to the old man that he wanted to take a ride.
"No problem, little Hadir." The old man agreed without hesitation, "How about you drive?"
The old man was about to jump off the carriage seat, but was stopped by the waiter.
"No, I'll just sit in the back. Old Roger, keep driving. Stop talking nonsense and hurry up." The waiter patted the old man on the back and motioned for him to quickly start the donkey cart and leave the city for the village.
The old man scratched his cheek and stopped being pretentious. He waved his whip and urged the three donkeys to pull the cart and drive towards the outside of Gusi City.
The old man knew the young waiter—Hadir, whose father Hammer was the personal guard of the lord and the leader of the castle soldiers—in other words, the young waiter in the tavern was the old man.
The two sons are the sons of their boss.
Ahem, relationships are so complicated.
In short, Old Roger has a very good attitude towards Hadir, and the identity of his father is also taken into consideration.
Very ordinary weather, very ordinary days, very ordinary interpersonal relationships, very ordinary mortal conversations.
The divine belongs to the divine, and the sensible belongs to the sensible.
The donkey cart drove slowly out of the small harbor town, neither fast nor slow.
After about 15 minutes of bumpy ride along the uneven old dirt road, the cart arrived at the village outside the city.
Several farmers who were tending sheep saw the old man and said hello from a distance.
The old man's neck turned red and he shouted "Oh!~" a few times. His loud and hoarse voice 'shocked' the monotonous reply on a green pasture under a cloud.
The sea breeze carried those loud "Oh!~" and blew the ordinary goodwill of the people in the market to the village, to the small town, and to the harbor.
At the entrance of the village, Hadir jumped off the cart, thanked Old Roger, and then went to find the village chief.
The village chief naturally knew Hadir, and without saying a word, he brought an old horse - in the past three years, every time Hadir returned to the castle, he rode this pony, and they also talked to each other.
Considered familiar.
Three years ago, when Hadir was 16 years old, he followed Fugu Yue Federesh's suggestion and moved out of the castle and moved to Gusi City. After Fugu Yue and the tavern owner had a "private exchange of anger,"
Next, I worked as a waiter in a tavern, honing my [intelligence gathering] abilities.
The horse's hooves kicked up dust, and after running for about 10 minutes, they arrived at the main entrance of the castle - in front of the main entrance, the road construction area where the construction team "pulled lines and drew circles".
Well, don't forget, a certain dust-removing devil recently led a construction team to build roads and sites.
(According to time calculation, at this time, Li Jiasu and a group of Sleif workers were cutting down trees in the nearby forest.gif)
Hadir dismounted and led the short old horse, bypassing the road construction area and entering the castle from the side.
He left the old horse in the stable and said hello to several soldiers standing guard. Then, Hadir went upstairs along the stone stairs.
He returned to the castle during the day today to report to Chu Yang the [higher importance] external news he had recently collected in the tavern.
However, before that, I first went to the kitchen of the castle to see my mother and little sister.
After greeting several servants on the way, Hadir walked to the kitchen on the second floor.
As soon as I opened the wooden door, in addition to the hot steam, there was also, uh, a big white goose?
‘Gah!’
The big white goose flapped its pure white wings, fluttered up from the ground, and slammed into Hadir who was standing at the door.