Therefore, those decent gentlemen and wives, especially those traveling in two or three people, prefer to choose this kind of carriage only.

The public carriage in Federenburg is 3p within a kilometer, and the distance beyond it is 5p per kilometer.

This free carriage costs 10 pence for a kilometre, and 1 haso for each kilometre above it.

The division between the driver and the boss is generally three-seven, and the sharing measure is to prevent some drivers from being lazy and mobilize the enthusiasm of the coachmen to solicit customers. If there are no guests for three days in a row, then the coachman can resign on his own initiative.

The guest's fare was put in a locked tin box in the carriage, and only the steward of the carriage and horse dealer had the key, which was also to prevent the coachman from lying about his income. The divided money was not given to the driver until Sunday.

Of course, every day, the money in the tin box will be counted by the steward in front of the coachman.

And the tips given by the guests alone belong only to the driver. However, in the event of man-made damage to the carriage, the repair fee must be recorded on the coachman, and if it cannot be repaid, a deed of sale must be signed.

During the three years of work, Chris stayed in the staff dormitory of the boss Daniel at night, where several people were crammed into a room, and the meal was cheap rye bread and vegetable soup.

I was able to bring in a few guests every day, so it also allowed Chris to save a small amount of money.

Of course, the cheap food also made Chris look a little thinner, but fortunately, Chris's appearance seems to be good, and his brown pupils are especially bright.

So whenever he had some extra time, Chris went to the library of the University of Federenburg.

It's easy to get into a university, but if you want to get into a university library, you'll need a special library card. But this did not bother Chris, he used 1 Halso to borrow a library card from a nearby student for a day, and then went to a black shop, and spent 5 Halso to ask the store to make an identical one.

Of course, the library is not strict about this at all, after all, no one would expect anyone to come here to rub books.

Oh, white prostitute.

The director of the library was a very kind gentleman, about sixty years old. The dress was not as flamboyant as that of the middle class, nor was it as extravagant as the aristocracy, just plain white shirts with stand-up collars, black waistcoats, and coats, and there were no words or gestures to show wisdom.

Every time he saw the old librarian in the library, Chris greeted him respectfully. The other party also nodded gentlemanly.

Over the course of the year, Chris had become more familiar with the library than he had visited several times.

Some of the books in the library are in praise of the Church of the Constant Sun and the Church of the God of Machines and Wisdom, after all, Ireland believes in the Constant Sun and the God of Machines and Wisdom. Some of them introduce various subjects, which is normal, after all, it is a university. And the rest are all books written by Arnold Gustav himself or about him!

Isn't he a politician?

Isn't he a military strategist?

Isn't he an emperor?

In addition to his name, most of the covers of books are printed with portraits of Arnold the Great, who has long maroon curly hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, two handy and well-groomed mustaches, and wears a dark red jacket with rusty gold thread.

Chris quickly browsed the bookshelves, and at first they were all books that looked normal, such as "The Age of Steam", "History of the Kingdom of Ireland", "Geography of the Northern Continent", "The Improvement of Steam Machinery" and so on.

Then there are "Arnold's Selected Poems", "Arnold's Court Cuisine", "Playing the Landlord and Quint Cards", "Tarot Card Divination Secret Words" and other characteristic miscellaneous books.

Well, it looks like Arnold the Great was still versatile.

Chris casually opened the book "Selected Poems of Arnold", and introduced Arnold Staff, a great poet who was delayed by politics.

The first love letter written by Arnold the Great, which is also the first love poem he wrote "When":

When you are old, with gray hair, drowsy, and tired of sitting by the fireside, take down the book, read it slowly, and chase the eyes of the dream, your soft look and deep halo.

......

There is also the poem "She" that thousands of girls and noblewomen love:

She stood on a tower adorned with flowers. She waved her arms sewitchingly at the crowd below. Those who had long read about her in the newspapers, conquered by her looks, shouted in unison: We want to die for you.

......

Arnold the Great burst into tears after the first breakup, and created "Breakup" without eating or drinking:

Thinking about the two of us breaking up in the past, silently crying, feeling years of isolation, we can't help but be heartbroken;

Your face is cold and pale, and your kiss is even colder, and that moment is a harbinger of my grief today.

......

Arnold the Great's "Loved" written after reuniting with a certain lady and breaking up again:

Love, perhaps, is not completely dead in my soul, and I hope it will not bother you anymore, and I don't want to make you sad and sad again.

......

Chris has a black line......

What the hell is this?

Chris was a little crazy, although he only roughly flipped through it, but he was sure that half of it was read by him in his previous life, and why the whole book was a love poem.

There is also "Arnold's Collected Novels" in the back of the bookshelf, and Chris, who wants to roll his eyes, opens the catalog.

Sure enough, the catalogue reads: "The Story of Arnold and the Forty Thieves", "The Story of Arnold the Navigator", "The Story of Arnold and the Magic Lamp", "Arnold and Juliet", "Arnold and Zhen Huan Niu Colu", ......

There are also a few books with a somewhat pink cover at the end:

"The Romantic History of Arnold the Great", "The Story of Emperor Arnold What He Had to Say", "The 108 Mistresses of Arnold the Great", ......

Bah...... There is no doubt about the color embryo......

Chris didn't think anything about Arnold the Great at first, he just thought that he was a hero of the times, or a generation of heroes.

Because of the first few times he came to the library, Chris only looked through some social current affairs magazines, as well as some background stories and myths and legends of this world, and did not pay too much attention to this great man.

But today's flip through made Chris find something very shocking.

From these novels and poems he plagiarized, there is a good chance that this fierce man is his fellow countryman!

Chris was a little excited.

Seeing that it was almost dinner, Chris took a few books of Arnold the Great, registered them at the front desk with the pseudonym on the library card, carefully wrapped the book, put it in the camera obsccura of the carriage, unlocked the carriage, and drove the carriage back.

After parking the carriage in the yard of the carriage and horse dealership, Chris took the book and walked to the nearby staff dormitory.

Chris's staff dormitory is in a dilapidated wooden building, and most of the surrounding houses are like this, and the people living in it are all from the bottom of the house. A lot of the streets are dirty and dirty, littered, and often clogged sewer pipes, because of the number of people, because of poverty.

It's evening, and most of the itinerant street vendors selling vegetables, fruits and cooked food are closing their stalls and going home.

There are also some vendors who don't sell much, and they continue to greet passers-by with smiling faces. Some of them will stop and compare their purchases carefully, while many more will wave impatiently. Because there is not much money in the pocket, or the job for today has not been settled.

When it gets dark and the red crescent moon comes out, these non-active vendors can only go home, smiling at the children playing at the door, and the wives who cook the meals.

The lights of the houses are coming on one after another, and the lights of thousands of homes are on, and everyone is eating their ordinary dinner.

The wooden building where Chris lives has more than a dozen rooms, each with two bunk wooden beds that can accommodate four workers.

Of course, workers who have a little savings or start a family will rent a room or a suite for themselves.

In the past, Cole rented a single room, and then it used to be a suite rented by a family of three.

There is only one bathroom on each floor, which is shared by men and women, so every day the women wait for the men to run out of use.

Toilets in Federenburg are divided into public and private toilets.

Public toilets on the streets are built with government investment for pedestrians and homeless people on the streets.

And to clean them, every area within the city is staffed with toilet workers and street scavengers who clean the cesspools, who haunt at night and push carts out onto the streets, trying not to disturb other people.