After a night of hard fighting with the cold night, the iron pillar of the window bar finally ushered in a rare opportunity to breathe, and at the moment of dawn and dawn, there was no frost to reveal deeply. There was still a shallow half a day before the fierce blazing sun hideous face, and in order to delay the cracking and increase the lifespan, the iron pillar worked hard to peel off a thin layer of ice, even if it was only August and September at this time.

But for any creature struggling to survive, spring does not mean the germination of life, and winter does not mean the passing of brightness, you need to know that there are too many Edens and hellfires in this world.

Like forty percent of the people of Steel City, after the first light came, Weilan was forced to open his eyes. The reason why it was forty percent was because the other forty percent was staggering home from the night shift, and Weyland had to take over the shift and work twelve hours. The philosophers of the East and the West for a long time admired this simple and simple pastoral life, as if it were the best place for the people. Wei Lan has not studied, the term school is far away than a bottle of anti-sunning, he wants to earn jerky and drinking water, continue to keep his resident card, residence, as for dignity? To live is to be dignified.

Wei Lan stirred the jerky soup he had stewed at work last night, scooping out large chunks of jerky that had been cooked all night and still in one piece, but he could barely cut them into small strips with a dagger and chew them to fill his stomach. The only thing in the steel city is that there is no shortage of air-dried meat that is often decades old. Breakfast often takes a lot of time for the residents of Steel City, in order to avoid being late and deducting wages, Wei Lan took the jerky in his mouth and changed into a stinky sweatshirt, before opening the door, Wei Lan clenched his sleeve thorns, put his hand on the pergola, vigilantly opened a slit, and only climbed the ladder after confirming that there was no danger, before landing, Wei Lan had to jump in reverse to the lifting column of the next stacked building. Because a bastard took advantage of the patrol to steal a public fire escape, although the thief was reported the next day and dragged to build the city wall. But with the efficiency of the management meeting, when the new ladder comes, it is estimated that my sister's illness will be cured.

My sister's illness. Every cell and muscle in the body begged Welland to rest and give them a day off to relieve the spinal cordache that was getting worse and worse. When Weyland couldn't convince herself, her sister's cheeks would collapse as the disease spread, and her pure blue eyes would sink into their sockets until they were pitch black.

The Iron and Steel Code prohibits the granting of residency rights to displaced people whose production capacity is less than their ability to consume. The embodiment is the level of health of the person. Diseases with advanced radiation sickness, infectious diseases, and lack of symptomatic drugs are all prohibited. My sister is eighteen years old, and it stands to reason that she has the ability to work and have full fertility. But in order to survive, from the age of seven, Weilan gave the adults as much as he could to carry supplies and grow crops, while his sister could only go to one place. After suffering from a contagious disease, she lost all value in the eyes of everyone.

Except for Weyland.

Welland was born with his sister in the Great Lakes Industrial Zone, one of the most densely hit areas on Judgment Day, where an adult may be able to afford two or three thousand radiation dose units per year, and newborns can only be prayed by their parents for a miracle from any merciful deity under heaven. Wei Lan always thought that it was his sister who stopped the bad luck in his place, from the womb to reality.

My sister can't enter the city, in order to deal with the increasingly bloated group of displaced people outside the city who have not passed the audit, the management committee of the steel city acquiesced to the establishment of a resettlement center for displaced people in the thirteen towns, and paid 20 yuan a month to enjoy basic personal safety - not to be hunted slaves. Wellland had no choice but to place his sister in it. He still carries his sister's life with this life, and if he doesn't work for a day, his sister's entry into the city will be delayed by one day.

The sea of shifters squeezed Wei Lan into a pancake, and this was also his chance, Wei Lan hoped that there were a few careless ghost pockets around him that were not so tightly sewn so that he could dig out a few coppers, and during such a rush hour, the patrol would only be on guard in the tower to prevent some insane lunatics from committing suicide attacks, and since the new system of joint sitting implemented by the management council, preventive executions have really eliminated all perverts. Tossed to the factory area, Weilan found nothing, after all, people are keen to find a place where only they know about their money instead of carrying cash, what? Disgusted with the thief's technology? As for the Iron and Steel Bank? Don't think about it, without a property certificate of 10,000 yuan, who is qualified to step into the solemn and magnificent black palace?

Welland stopped familiarly, a red light lit up ahead, and the intercity railroad rumbled past locomotives laden with ore, fuel, and raw materials, most of which headed for the steel mills and munitions factories deep in the factory area, where he longed for the day to work as an industrial worker, and it was said that he would be paid a hundred yuan a day. Easy and comfortable, if it weren't for the fear that he would die and no one would take care of his sister, Wei Lan really wanted to go to the nuclear waste disposal plant for a month, earn a sum of money and spend a month happily, drink wine made from millet, eat white bread baked from millet, gnaw fresh meat and bones, and then end his life with bullets with dignity.

The fantasy is over, and Welland walks to the textile mill he went to yesterday, eighteen? The salary dropped another dollar, Wei Lan decided to try his luck, the stone chiseling factory needs to carry the strength, Wei Lan thought that he had not eaten enough for too long to cope, and he could not cope with it, so he could not bear the pain and crossed this factory that opened for 231 days, but he had to quickly find a suitable factory, otherwise he would be deducted from one hour's salary if he worked after eight o'clock. In the end, Welland chose the bullet reloading plant on Day 19.

Received the badge and fastened it to the wrist. Welland stood on the assembly line, and with a "buzz" sound, the machine swallowed metal turbulence, and the clear yellow bullet casings covered the rolling bars, and Weyland polished his eyes, and for the next twelve hours, he had to work here until the end of the day, picking out the bullet casings with too different shapes among the similar bullet casings. Every time the overseer went around to the end, Welland had time to squat quickly, and then get up quickly, and whoever dared to throw out a complete bullet casing indiscriminately would be punished with a whip and a fine of wages, or a record of the file. More than five times of stagnation will result in eviction.

After a morning of work, Velan's belly began to protest, the workers were given half an hour of rest, and Weyland ate all the heavy and hard jerky in a minute, and he only drank water twice a day, so he forced himself to swallow it in his throat and immediately lay down on the spot, and after a few seconds, the snoring was shocking.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the sun had not yet completely set, and it was supposed to be the time to leave work, but there were only workers to take over at nine o'clock, and the mentally retarded who questioned the decision of the supervisor was thrown out of the gate by the factory guards, and the day's wages were lost. The lights came on, the whistle blew, and Wei Lan's legs were sore, and he forced himself to stand in line to receive his wages.

"Number 843!" The overseer shouted, and the overseer gave him nineteen patina coins, and he obediently handed the leader of the workers a coin, refusing to pay, and the journey home was unusually long.

The sparse street lamps were dim for several meters between each other, and Wei Lan simply held the iron rod hidden in his trouser tube in the palm of his hand, declaring to the people in the dark that he was determined to defend his property to the death. In fact, Wei Lan hoped that a few incompetent thieves would come and rob him, so he would have a normal reason to seize all of the thieves' wealth, even if it was worth paying 75% of the tax to the patrol. It's a pity that the thief won't be interested in a bitter worker like Wei Lan, who sees little oil and water and little meat.

On the way home, Wei Lan always likes to deliberately take a detour to the medical station, "Today's anti-radiant drug price is 512 yuan." "The medical station is probably the most popular shop in the market area, but it is the cleanest, cleanest, and most beautiful nurse. Wei Lan silently counted the coins he had saved, and the day after tomorrow, he would have the money to buy half a bottle of anti-radiation.

"I eat two slices, and my sister eats eight." Thinking of this, Wei Lan's mood jumped slightly, and then he fell to the bottom. At the end of the year, the residents reviewed the physical examination, and if the sister wanted to pass, she had to spend a lot of money to hire a doctor to remove her sister's infectious disease.

Five thousand dollars. Wei Lan cheered himself up, he had successfully lived to adulthood, and for this alone, he had defeated countless bullies who had bullied him when he was a child, and he also had to take his sister to buy a house in Area E, take the exam, marry a fair-skinned and beautiful city daughter-in-law, and find a husband for his sister who really loves her.

"I eat one piece, and my sister eats nine." That gave him the motivation to jump onto the fire elevator and open the door, Weyland said.

In the initial stage of the housing allocation, only one electric light and one socket with current detection function were allowed, and Welland did his best to save money, so he naturally did not have the luxury of paying the extra electricity bill. He turned on the light with trembling hands.

Dog's breakfast.

A 10,000-pound hammer smashed into Welan's heart, and he froze for a second, and then opened the bed like crazy, and the piggy bank he had chiseled open the mattress and put it in was gone! There's two hundred dollars in it! Money for medicine! My sister's money for medicine! Money for meals!

"Haha......" Wei Lan grinned softly instead, and fell into the bed, the pillow pressed against his face, and there was a roar like a beast trapped in a trap, and for a long time, his eyes were red, his head was buried between his knees, and he desperately pinched the flesh of his thighs.

Alarm? Tens of thousands of thefts are stolen from Steel City every day, and the management will not care at all and take revenge? Who are you looking for? The sister's sky-lake eyes sunken into her face, rotting into a corpse common in the wilderness, fleshy and shriveled, but hungry vultures would be happy to nibble on them all.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt struck in Welan's mind, and he rushed to the table and flipped through the calendar, today is August 31, the end of the month! On August 1st, a red-haired woman somehow gave him twenty dollars and told him to look for a bartender at the Glatheum Tavern in District M a month later.

"White Rose." Wellan recalled, he knew that these tricks were perhaps pure bets, more likely organ harvesting? Brutal party? Killing feast? The wasteland is much more creative with entertainment than it was before the verdict. Choose? No other way? But the woman promised two hundred dollars, just enough to cover the money that Wayran had stolen. He's looked at the map, and he's on the zipline to get to Area M in half an hour, and he's probably able to get back to tomorrow's work.

The moment the thought came to him, Wei Lan got up and pushed the door open, closed it indifferently, and walked into the night.

Selection, in the Wasteland Dictionary, belongs to the Expensive section.