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At the time of the catastrophe, an employee trip program organized by a private coastal garment company allowed a few young garment workers to travel through the Manhattan community as a special work unit, the largest group of women in the sparse population.

Led a garment department dominated by Indian women's hired laborers, who purchased large quantities of furs and linen, or simply replaced old clothing by the residents, who quickly and slowly sewed them into winter coats and distributed them to Indian hired workers in the Brooklyn Industrial District.

Many of the furs that could be sold for a lot of money in Europe were so crudely exploited by the Manhattan community that it would be heartbroken for any European fur dealer to see them.

On the weekend, the brick and tile factories in Brooklyn's industrial area, except for a few Manhattan community skilled workers working overtime, were mostly Indian hired workers in thick fur cloth clothes.

According to those Chinese, today is "Saturday", a day when you can eat, drink and play without doing anything.

Seventeen-year-old Fatima has been working here for a month, and although she has never taken a day off, she is served almost every day with an indescribably delicious potato broth, grilled fish from time to time, and a thick fur coat given to her by the Chinese.

Fatima is his milk name, which means root.

According to the tradition of the Delaware Indians, he was not yet eligible for a real name, and the official name should have been obtained after he had completed a brave hunt or fought valiantly in the face of the enemy.

It is a pity that Fatima has never had a brave appearance in a single hunt, and since he was growing up, he has not really participated in a battle with the enemy.

Her mother is long gone, her elderly father was injured during a hunt in the autumn and is no longer able to continue hunting and fishing in the winter, and her 15-year-old sister Dama is sick, leaving Fatima as the family's only hope.

Now, an Indian boy like him was immediately appointed by the village chiefs to help the Chinese in their work, because the best hunters and warriors could not leave the village lightly.

For this reason, Fatima, who had said goodbye to her father and sister in despair, even thought that the village leaders would "weed them out" this winter in the same way as the old, weak, sick and disabled.

But when Fatima arrived at the Chinese factory, the Indian boy, who had never seen so many stone houses and tall watchtowers, was so stunned that he tasted an unimaginably delicious broth and even received a thick fur coat before he could actually get to work.

In normal years, his linen clothes and simple sewn fur could not stop such a cold climate, so he could only huddle in the dilapidated house of the village and gnaw hard plant roots and half-cooked barbecue with his family and wait for spring to come.

The Chinese could not refuse the benefits of curling up in the cold woods in search of prey, nor fishing in the icy waters, but only pushing a kind of "board cart" that could move around on their own every day to carry mud and gravel, or guarding the brick kiln to eat hot and delicious food.

Over the course of a month, these "Chinese from the interior of the West" have demonstrated a variety of amazing skills. They had comfortable clothes, powerful weapons, delicious food, and, most importantly, they were more generous and amiable than the white people who had come from the sea a few years earlier.

Touching the surface of the brick kiln in front of her with her hand, Fatima felt the slightly hot temperature, knowing that the fire was coming as the Chinese were speaking. He stood up and waved his arms at a few Chinese people sitting in a brick shed outside the factory gate playing some kind of "leaves" game, and shouted vigorously.

A skilled worker in a brick factory who worked overtime on weekends dropped the poker in his hand, walked over slowly, touched the surface of the brick cellar with his hand, and then nodded approvingly.

"Open the kiln."

Fatima was one of the few Chinese words she could understand, and the smile on her face showed that she had done a very good job. The Indian boy ran out of the factory excitedly, called a few of his companions in, and then opened the brick cellar according to the standard maneuver that had been repeated many times.

Although the fire has been extinguished for a long time, a warm heat still gushes out from the opening of the brick kiln, and people can't help but feel a burst of heat in this cold day covered with winter snow.

Another kiln of bricks and stones was fired, and the tens of thousands of red bricks and stones neatly stacked were particularly beautiful in Fatima's eyes.

"Fatima, your sister is here!"

The Indian boy, who was actively loading pieces of slightly hot red bricks onto the flatbed truck with his companions, suddenly heard the shouts of a companion in the distance. Turning his head, he saw an Indian girl in a beautiful Chinese fur-collared coat looking at her with a sweet smile in the distance.

The wool-collared coat that didn't fit well was dragged almost below the knee of the Indian maiden, and on her feet were a pair of thick fur boots. Aside from the obvious long ponytail and the colored stone hair ring on her head, Fatima almost thought that the other party was Chinese.

"It was given to me by a Chinese brother!" Dama handed a package of animal skins to his brother, his face flushed, "The sweet water you asked me to give to my father last time, my father was very happy!" ”

Sweet water, in fact, is a bottle of juice, which was awarded to Fatima by a skilled worker, but Fatima was reluctant to drink it, so she asked her sister Dharma to bring it to her father.

"How much fur did you use for it?" Fatima was a little unconvinced that her sister's seemingly extremely expensive clothes could not be exchanged for the few furs in the family.

"The elder brother first exchanged these things for the fur my father gave me, and then he changed his clothes, and there was still some left." Dharma said, quickly took out three vouchers from his coat pocket, and then sent them to his brother, his expression was very mysterious, "What beautiful leaves, everyone in the village doesn't know them!" ”

Yes?! It's this!

Fatima recognized the voucher at a glance, and he knew that the Chinese people relied on these "beautiful leaves" to exchange for a lot of good things in that all-encompassing house. But no matter how hard Fatima and her companions worked, it was impossible to get such a reward. Only occasionally a Chinese would jokingly hand one over and gesture for his companions to help change the sweet water in the house.

"It's very valuable!" Fatima nodded seriously, carefully stuffed the voucher back into her sister's hand, and looked longing, "When I have the opportunity, I will definitely let you and Dad live here!" It was a good place to sleep every night, not afraid of any wild beasts, and the food was delicious! ”

As if sensing that her sister was distracted, Fatima raised her voice again: "It's a long walk to come here, and you still take care of your father at home." ”

The Indian girl did not nod, but stared blankly at the factory behind Fatima, as if waiting for someone to appear.

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