On that morning, little Francis went out early in the morning to get ready to go to school. Little Franz's home was not far from the school, and he didn't usually have to leave so early.

But the situation has changed recently, because the nearest road to the school has been closed, supposedly because of some kind of railway being built there. Today, barbed wire has been erected, and National Guard soldiers in beautiful uniforms patrol back and forth to prevent petty mischievous people like Francis Jr. from burrowing through the gutters under the barbed wire.

There are often signs on these barbed wires with words written on them, but little Franz does not recognize them all, according to Huasit, who is two grades older than him, this is what kind of railway the government is building, and in order to ensure the safety of the construction, people are forbidden to cross these places.

Of course, the government still considers the problem of everyone walking, so they have left a few openings in some places for everyone to pass in an orderly manner. It's just that you have to get to the entrance, but you have to take a long detour.

A little naughty like little Franz was naturally reluctant to take a long detour, and when the road closure began, he took advantage of the fact that a few patrolling National Guards had gone far away, and he drilled into the gutter.

Little Franz easily got through the barbed wire, but was not careful enough when jumping up from the gutter, and his bag hung on the barbed wire. At this time, the patrolling National Guard just turned back.

If you lose your schoolbag and run away, you can't run away with your schoolbag, because this schoolbag is not easy to come by, and it is sewn up little by little by my mother with the rags that she has accumulated for many years, and if you lose it like this, you won't be able to go to school, and when you go back, your father will definitely let his ass bloom.

So little Francis was caught with his schoolbag. A tall National Guard guy rummaged through his bag, where there was a textbook with his name and school class. The National Guard took him to a policeman, and handed over his schoolbag and little Franz to the policeman, and then, of course, the policeman took him to the school and handed him over to the school's director, Mr. Ramadon. Then little Franz was severely beaten by Mr. Ramadon, and then he was thrown to the head teacher, Pirat, and then after school he was left by Mr. Pirat to write a review, and wrote it several times, until Mr. Pirat was satisfied, and then he was put back.

Then when he returned home, his father asked him the truth, and then little Francis was repaired again. Then little Franz never drilled the barbed wire again. Instead, he honestly took a detour.

From the opening that was left to pass, little Franz could clearly see what the workers were doing. They said it was paving, but at first they dug a long trench. Then the workers laid large stones from other places in the trench, and after they had paved them, they laid smaller stones on top of them, and this layer was almost flush with the original road surface.

But that wasn't the end of it, and then a thick layer of pebbles was laid on top of it, until it was noticeably higher than the ground. Piled up in a tall trapezoid.

Then someone put sleepers and rails on it.

Little Franz went home and told his father what he saw, and his father thought about it and said, "This rail must be quite valuable, and there will definitely be more policemen here in the future, otherwise those foreigners will have to run every day to steal the rails." ”

Later, in the school, Mr. Duran, who taught science, had them read an article in the newspaper "Science Pravda" when he was teaching them a lesson, and explained to them what the railroad was for. There is also a drawing of a steam locomotive spewing smoke in Science Pravda.

After that lesson, little Francis and his classmates were even more interested in the magical, self-running thing like a train. However, every time he passed by the junction, little Francis still only saw the railroad that was being repaired and had been repaired, but he never saw a steam train.

One morning, passing by the junction, little Francis saw a car running fast on the railroad tracks, but it was not the train in the painting, but a strange one, two men pressing a seesaw-like car—it obviously could not be the steam locomotive mentioned in the newspapers.

But the situation was strange today, and when little Franz reached the junction which had been set aside for people to pass through, he found that it had been stopped by a horse. Several people in blue uniforms stood behind the rejection horse and shouted to everyone: "Don't worry, everyone, the train will come soon, and when the train passes, everyone can go." ”

When everyone heard this shout, they became even more energetic - after all, seeing strange things is a common hobby of people all over the world. So everyone rushed to the front, scrambling to get a good spot to see what the train was.

Little Franz relied on his small stature, arching like a little loach, but he suddenly got to the front.

"Where? Where is it? Little Franz clutched his bag tightly with both hands—he was afraid that he would break the strap of the bag as he was squeezing it forward—and his eyes looked back and forth to the left and right along the blue-glowing rails.

"yes, where? Where is it? More people shouted.

"Over there, over there, look over there, it's smoking!" A sharp-eyed man shouted.

Little Franz hurriedly looked over there, and sure enough, he saw a moving pillar of smoke in the distance, approaching this way.

"That's smoke from the chimney of a steam locomotive!" Little Francis learned this knowledge from his teacher when he was in science class, and he couldn't help but show it off to the people around him.

It's just that at this time, no one paid attention to him at all, and everyone's eyes were fixed on that pillar of smoke. The column of smoke seemed to move slowly at first, but the later it went, the faster it became. At the same time, the sound of the collision of wheels and rails began to reach everyone's ears.

"Look, look, it's coming!" Someone shouted again.

After the train went around a corner, it really appeared in everyone's field of vision. Perhaps because it was close to the level crossing, the train slowed down a bit, and the driver had pulled his whistle.

"Woo......"

The loud whistle startled everyone.

"Gee, that's scarier than a hundred horses barking together." There is humanity.

"Really...... It's majestic! Someone else said so.

By this time the train was getting closer and closer, and we had never seen such a huge thing before, with such an astonishing speed, with the sonorous sound of steel crashing, and the steam and smoke that filled it, and rushed straight towards it with a momentum like a mountain and a sea.

"Ahh Someone turned around and tried to run away.

"Awesome!" Someone cheered loudly.

But the sound of all this was suppressed by the sound of the locomotive. The steam locomotive whistled past everyone.

"There's still so much to come!"

"It's like a long snake!"

Behind the locomotive is a trailer of wagons. Some of these trucks are the kind with wagons, and some are simply flatbed. No one can see what is inside the carriage, but everyone can see the things on the flatbed. Some of the flatbeds were towing horse-drawn carriages or something, and some of them were even more exciting, with all kinds of cannons directly placed on them—this was obviously an exhibit of the Fair of the Barria that was sent to the Freedom Palace.

The train was running so fast that it passed in the blink of an eye. Then a few men in black uniforms came up and moved away from the horses, and the passage was restored.

In the days that followed, along the railway, there were always people watching the trains, and even some painters simply brought a sketchpad and a stand, as well as a small chair, and sat there to sketch. For a time, this railway line turned out to be another scenery in Paris.

At the same time, Scientific Pravda and other newspapers began to focus on comprehensive coverage of the railway. Scientific Pravda has published an exclusive interview with Mr. Messier, Executive Director of SNBF. In this interview, Messier revealed a secret - the main purpose of the railway from the Champ de Mars to the Freedom Palace is not freight, but passenger transport. The railway transportation company will officially open the world's first passenger train on the opening day of the "2nd Pakistan Trade Fair". At that time, the people of Paris will be able to buy tickets to visit the Palais de Liberté.

As for the issue of fares, which everyone will definitely be very concerned about, Mr. Messier said that the railway transport company is a company dedicated to providing better services to the people of France, and we do passenger transportation in order to serve the public without making money. So the ticket price will definitely not be high, as long as it can maintain the cost. Of course, the specific ticket price is still being studied by the company.

Because Messier did not reveal how much the ticket price was, many media began to play the guessing game. Many newspapers began to study the costs of the railroad companies in a serious way, and then based on their estimated costs, they speculated on the exact fare of the "unprofitable service to the public".

However, under the arrangement of well-intentioned people, these newspapers are deliberately sour about the operating costs of railway transportation companies, and then the fares they get are naturally high, although it is still much cheaper than renting a horse-drawn carriage to sit in the past, but the poor people at the bottom still have to grit their teeth if they want to take such a train.

Then Mr. Messier released the news that the fares for railway passenger transport were actually lower than the media had speculated, and that "they could afford the workers of Paris". Because they will compensate for the loss of low-priced tickets with the fares of high-class luxury cars for the rich.

"We do passenger transportation just to serve the public without making money." Finally, Mr. Messier re-emphasized the concept of the rail transport company.