After arranging a literacy class, spending a sum of money, and having Mr. Creon taking care of him, his daughter was very attentive. In this world where capital is king, rich people should enjoy people's respect and privileges in society, after all, money is people's father.

During the day, Durin had been busy making large stills at the blacksmith, buying some necessary equipment and utensils, and in the evenings he would attend literacy classes with his fellow villagers. I have to say that compared to the square words of the world in the dream, the words of this world are really not difficult to learn. It's like people can speak, and if you know enough letters and then know how to spell them, reading is basically not a problem.

All that's left is to read more, memorize more vocabulary, and write. Every member of the Association knows that such opportunities are hard-won, and that knowledge and money are just as expensive resources. In a rapid literacy class like this, each person has to pay fifteen yuan in tuition, which is really an astronomical amount for these teenagers, at least until they join the association.

As long as they have a little money in their pockets, they will take it home and give it to their parents to improve their lives, add a dress or two for their younger siblings, or buy them something to eat. Therefore, for being able to eradicate literacy, learn to write and read aloud, every teenager is very serious, and they don't need anyone's advice, they are like sponges crazy to absorb knowledge.

Except for Graff.

"God above, I think I'm going to go crazy!", Graff sat in the last row as he secretly hid a bottle of wine into the classroom, looking at the crooked letters on the blackboard and feeling like his brain was bigger. He glanced at Du Lin, who was very serious next to him, and asked, "Can I make more money after learning this?"

Durin tilted his head to look at him, thought about it very seriously, and then shook his head, "No, learning to read and write doesn't make you more money!"

Graff burped and let out a foul, smelly smell of alcohol, "So what am I going to learn it for?"

"At least you can live with dignity and dignity. ”

Graff laughed again, "Didn't we say before, when we make money, wouldn't it be more decent to let those college students be our deputies, and then hire a few highly educated female secretaries?"

Durin nodded this time, he couldn't wake up someone who was drunk and didn't want to be sober, and he didn't have to change someone's mind. There is a saying in the dream that is very true, do not do to others what you would not do to yourself. To put it simply, he is not a person who is willing to be controlled, so he will not easily control those who are not willing to be controlled by him, except in special circumstances.

Graff's reluctance to be a literate and, at least a fluent reader of newspapers, was his thing. After spending time with Graff these days, Durin felt that he had seen through Graff. This is a man with no ambitions, and his best fit for the job is to be an apartment, and then wander the streets all day long, bragging, farting and drinking. But I have to say that Graff helped himself, especially the forty-odd dollars, and some other little things.

For the thing of friendship, Durin still looks a little heavy. Graff would have been his friend until he had no debt to him.

On the contrary, he is very, very optimistic about the young man named Dufo these days. Perhaps this has something to do with the fact that Du Buddha has been in prison, and it is precisely because after tasting helplessness and bitterness that he can understand the preciousness of opportunity. Whether it's doing things, or sitting here right now learning to read, learning some words, Du Buddha is the most serious.

Serious people may not be able to succeed, but they are not serious...... He glanced at Graff, and it was doomed.

On the fifth day, Dover had Dover keep an eye on the construction of the farm shed, while he supervised the different blacksmiths in the city to build the different parts of the still. At this moment, Dufo suddenly ran over. This is something that has never happened before, no matter what Du Lin explains, he can always do it meticulously, and he will definitely not leave what he should do like now.

Well, there must be something going on on the farm.

He walked out of the blacksmith after a few words of explanation, and the cold air outside the house hit his face, making him feel drowning and suffocating for a moment when he alternated between hot and cold. He took out a cigarette, threw it to Dufo, and lit one himself. When the two of them reached the side of the road, Durin asked, "What happened in such a hurry?"

Dover took a puff of his cigarette and leaned over, lowered his voice and said, "Morris has brought someone, and he has made a fuss for a while, saying that Hune has mortgaged the ranch to him, and he also said that he wants to see you. ”

Durin's brow tightened at once, and the last thing he wanted to see had happened. He had praised Dover before, saying that he was very clever, and after seeing Hune go to the delicatessen, he knew to go in to make sure that Morris was not there. In Durin's opinion, since Hune went, Morris would never let him go if he couldn't get the money, but the problem still arose, but which link went wrong.

When he closed his eyes and pondered, Du Buddha took the initiative to leave a distance, so as not to disturb Du Lin's thinking.

It took about four or five minutes for Durin to throw the butt of the cigarette that burned to the end of his ass on the ground, and the butt of the cigarette flicked on the ground, and sparks flew everywhere.

He figured out that Huon must have taken some of the money to Morris, temporarily appeased Morris in this way, and then lied that he would give the ranch to Morris. After Morris got a certain amount of money, plus the value of the ranch must have been more, so he admitted this way. After settling his debts, Huon had already returned to his hometown four days ago with his family and some humble belongings.

What a damn one!

He kicked the lamppost next to him hard, making a muffled sound that made the pedestrians around him look over.

Durin took a deep breath and summoned Dufo over, he took out a roll of money from his pocket, counted out fifty yuan, and stuffed it into Dufo's hand, "In this way, immediately arrange for someone to find out where Huon and his wife's hometown is, and then find them and get back the money that belongs to us." Also, you go and tell Morris to meet at the Golden Crystal Bar in the evening, and I'll wait for him. ”

He took another step forward, almost attached to Du Fo, and one hand directly grabbed Du Fo's shoulder and pressed it on his shoulder, "Bring a weapon, just in case!"

Dover nodded vigorously, turned and ran.

Durin stood alone, a nameless fire rising in his heart again, and he kicked the lamppost several more times.

He was really angry, he felt that he had done a very good job, knowing that after the end of the month, Hunn's ranch would be Morris's, and he knew that he could buy it from Morris at a cheaper price. But he felt that he should still give Hunn's family a way to live, a chance. So he bought that piece of shit-like abandoned pasture for a premium of three hundred dollars.

But what did his kindness get in exchange?

In exchange for deception and lies!

That damn guy must be very proud now, right? With hundreds or thousands of dollars, he has been freed from the burden of debt, and he can live a chic life back in his hometown?

I'm so stupid!

Durin gave himself a slap in the face, and this incident also made him realize that in this cruel world, anyone who has the slightest mercy can be taken advantage of!

At this time, a policeman came to the side of the road, he frowned and looked at Durin, "Boy, you kicked the lamppost, according to the imperial law, breaking official business is punishable, you know ......"

Durin looked at the policeman like a grinning dog, and before he could finish speaking, he impatiently took out a roll of one-dollar bills from the other pocket of his trousers, ordered five and threw them on the ground, and turned away directly.

The policeman originally wanted to teach this impolite young man a lesson, but he looked at the five banknotes on the ground that had begun to float in the wind, and immediately gave up his previous thoughts, bent down and picked them up one by one, and put them in his pocket.

He straightened his police hat, and continued to patrol his territory with a proud face as before.

It's like ...... A dog circling around his territory!