Walking through the streets of Upper Albin, Dussand's expression was a little dejected.

Last night, after he had forced himself to listen to the rest of the communication between Lafayette and his parents, he returned to his room without saying a word.

He took a bottle of spirits from the small wine cabinet in his room near the balcony and drank half a full glass of it.

Fifteen minutes later, under the intense influence of alcohol, Dusaud fell asleep like a dead pig.

He had no dreams of anything that night, and when he opened his eyes again, he got up from his bed in silence, and without alarming any of the guards or servants, quietly drove the gas car he had left in the garage and drove directly to the House of Commons.

It was only after arriving at the House of Commons that Dussander saw the time – it was four o'clock in the morning, and there were still several hours before the House of Commons went to work.

Parking in front of the House of Commons, Dusand put on a trench coat and walked down the street. He felt a little hungry and a little thirsty.

He remembered walking down the street, and there was a breakfast stand on the side of the road about two years later. The cleaners and typists who work in the House of Commons usually settle breakfast here.

The planet Neusar is slightly smaller in diameter than Orin and has a thinner atmosphere. When the sun is shining, the temperature is quite high, but at night, the temperature in Newsar drops a lot.

At four o'clock in the morning, the sun had not yet appeared in the sky. Under the violet sky, two moons hung in the middle. It was as if a pair of eyes were looking at this land curiously.

After twenty minutes of walking, a small, dirty, tattered shack appeared in Dusander's eyes.

The outside of the shed appears to be asphalt-coated felt cloth, which looks like it has at least three or four layers covered. The outside of the felt cloth was pressed with cobblestones, and there was a puddle of water between the folds that appeared due to the unevenness of the ground.

Go around to the front, and the small stall will reveal the whole picture. The low wooden door separates the "inside of the shed" from the "outside of the shed", and next to the painted wooden door is a counter made of wooden boxes, on which are two coal stoves boiling water at full power.

Underneath the coal stove are two relatively flat wooden piers that look like they should have been used as cutting boards. Next to the wooden pier were sliced white bread, a large basin of butter that looked quite clean, and two pans of oil frying white bread.

A young man with sharp hands and feet was processing slices of bread, while a chubby girl behind him was doing it.

In the cold climate of the highlands, the fried breakfast is particularly popular.

Dussaint stood still, looked at the sign, and smiled.

The name of the shop is "Zelba Delicious Breakfast", and in the imperial Chinese, the words "Zelba" and "delicious" are pronounced the same.

The name of this small shop reads "Delicious Breakfast".

Although the name of the store is a joke, the fragrance coming out of this store is really unbearable.

The fat girl took two thin slices of bread from the counter with her hands, and then neatly put two small spoonfuls of butter into them, one with sugar and jam, and the other with minced bacon and mashed potatoes. The "sandwich" with two fillings was delivered to the young man. He used a sharpened knife to quickly cut the sandwich, then flattened the blade and pressed it quickly on all four sides, so that the sandwich with two different fillings was sealed.

Next, two small sandwiches with seals are thrown into the pan and fried. When the white bread is fried until golden brown and crunchy, the young man uses a long metal tweezer to scoop out the fried bread and place it on the edge of the pan.

The smell of the fried oil was a little irresistible, and Dussand, who had been drinking a lot of alcohol last night, felt even more hungry. He walked over to the counter, bought two pieces of freshly fried bread for four pennies, and began to look for a place where he could sit down and finish the bread and drink another cup of surrogate milk tea worth one penny.

"You can sit in the wooden box next to it." Just as Dussander was looking around with the bread wrapped in newspaper, the fat girl's voice suddenly came out, and she came out with a metal cup with a handle, took the iron kettle from the stove, poured a cup of hot tea, and began to make a drink. "Coming out for breakfast so early, you're a student at St. Sal's College?"

"Uh...... Yes. Dussander didn't think of how to answer for a while, and in order to keep a low profile, he followed the other party's words and answered.

"It wasn't easy." The fat girl smiled heartily, she put the prepared milk tea beside Dusander, and pulled a wooden box over and sat down. "It's hard to be a student, but it's good to be a student."

Dussander took another bite of the smoky bread and asked, "What's so good about being a student?" ”

"Able to learn knowledge." The fat girl pointed to the sign of the stall and said, "This name was given to us by a student, and after replacing this signboard, our business is very good!" ”

The crowd that would be attracted to such a cold joke naturally wouldn't mind spending fivepence on a breakfast meal. After all, in the empire, people who knew words naturally belonged to a higher social level.

The fat girl looked at Dussand, and then sighed, "Everyone's life is much better now than it used to be - you couldn't see a child your size on the street before." ”

Dussand, a little surprised, put down the bread in his mouth and asked, "Why?" ”

"You look thirteen or fourteen. When I was your age, I was already a skilled worker in a textile factory. The fat girl said with a smile, but the look in her eyes didn't seem so "nostalgic" for that time, "We work sixteen hours a day, and we can earn sevenpence a day." ”

This means a salary of forty-nine pence a week, which is four shillings and one pence.

"I was already making a lot of money at that time." The fat girl said with a smile, she seemed to be full of affection for Dussand, and spoke unconsciously with an upturned tone, "A child who works in the factory at the age of seven or eight is only two pennies a week. ”

Dussant looked at the sixpence breakfast in his hand, and then sighed, "Then you can continue to work in the textile mill?" ”

"Isn't this just going out and opening a stall on your own?" The fat girl added half a cup of milk tea to Dussand's cup, and raised her fingers to make a "quiet" gesture to her mouth.

Only then did Dusand realize that only the thumb and little finger were left in her right hand. Index, middle and ring fingers...... It's all gone.

"That's why I have to make a living on my own." The fat girl waved her mutilated right hand at Dusand and said, "I know I may be a little annoying, but when I see you students, I can't help but want to say more to you." ”

Dusson looked at the fat girl's hand in silence, and after a long time, he continued to ask, "It's inconvenient, isn't it?" ”

"Hey." The fat girl was amused, "What's so inconvenient about this?" A colleague I was working in the factory at the time, and she fell asleep sleepy during the night shift, and her entire right arm was lost by the knitting machine. I saw her in Tarsen last year – she's now a laundry worker. With his left hand and feet, no matter how dirty his clothes are, he can wash them cleanly. ”

After she happily finished talking about what happened to her colleague, the expression on her face suddenly became sad.

"You're not like us." She sighed, looked at Dusander with some envy and said, "It's a great thing to be able to go to school without spending money and learn to read and write!" There is also a lunch every day without money, and I can continue to study until I am 16 years old. ”

"When you learn it, you can become a clerk, a teacher, a doctor, or even a priest." The fat girl raised her head and looked longingly at the four-story "Saint-Salle School" next to her "shop" and said, "Instead of being like me, I have worked eighteen hours a day in a factory since I was seven years old, and I can only pay for a day's work to keep myself from starving to death. ”

Dussand's mouth squirmed, but nothing came out.

He wanted to comfort this fat girl that she would be fine in the future, to explain that the social security system in the future would allow her children to benefit the same, and to tell her that with the progress of the whole society, many problems could be solved. But these words, when Dussander saw her right hand, and saw the longing and envy in her eyes, were all like snow that had melted into water in the scorching sun.

No matter what bills can be born next with the impetus of herself and her mother, her hand is still disabled. She will still be illiterate, and will most likely remain illiterate.

It is certainly possible for her children to be educated, as long as the Newsal House of Commons bill can be maintained.

But she didn't have that chance.

"I envy you, so ...... I hope you will realize how valuable this learning opportunity is. The fat girl sighed, "I've seen several students expelled from school because they didn't like to come to school every day. Once fired, there is only one way left to become a worker. ”

"Study hard and make a good living." The fat girl stood up and said with a smile, "You were born at a good time, and you will get better and better in the future!" ”

The violet sky slowly brightened, and in the sky, the red sun was gradually rising. It gilds all the buildings of the entire Haut-Albin with a golden shell that looks dazzling and pleasing to the heart.

The fat girl re-entered her small shop, where the young man who was very neat was calling out to his wife—and as time went on, the breakfast shop was welcoming a group of customers.

Dussaint sat on the wooden box and looked at the young father who had come to take his children to school. He bought his teenage son two sweet-filled fried bread and began to tell the sleepy-looking child to study hard.

"Do you see that?" The young father pointed to the fat girl working in the tent and her husband and said, "If you don't study hard, you'll have to do this kind of work in the future!" ”

This is very similar to the content used by parents in previous lives to scare children. Dussaint glanced at the young father with some curiosity and nostalgia, and then was surprised to find that this was actually an acquaintance.

He was a typist employed by the Board of Education and is currently being recruited as an assistant secretary.

As soon as the young father looked up, he saw Dusan who was drinking milk tea, he was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said hello, "Good day, Mr. Lord." ”

Dussaint smiled at him, "This is your child?" ”

"Yes, sir." The young father nodded, "Thanks to the Speaker's wife's bill, he can now get an education as well." ”

Dussander looked at the sleepy teenage child, and his heart suddenly moved.

He stood up and walked over to the boy and asked, "Look, are the people working in the kitchen tired?" ”

The little boy followed Dusander's finger with some restraint, looked at the fat girl who was working, observed for a moment, and then nodded, "Tired." ”

"So, you have to study hard." Dussaint patted the little boy on the shoulder and said, "Study hard and become an amazing person." ”

"And then change the world so that people who work so hard don't have to work so hard. Everyone can face life with a smile and a heart full of confidence and hope. Dussand's words became more and more firm, and he earnestly described the future of the child, who was four years younger than himself.

"So that everyone can not worry about poverty, so that everyone can live a good life where they can support themselves and exchange their work for a decent life." Dussand's voice grew louder and louder, and these words were not only for this child, but also for himself.

"There are a lot of difficulties in the world, like you don't like to wake up so early, right?" Hearing this, the little boy nodded seriously.

"Then study hard, you will be a member of the current House of Representatives." Dussaint said with a smile, "Let the future students come back to class at 8 o'clock in the morning!" ”

The little boy shook his head vigorously, "That's not good! ”

"Why?" Dussander was a little stunned, he didn't expect such an answer.

"Then won't all my suffering be in vain? Why should they live a good life? The little boy also explained very seriously, "You can sleep a little longer, but not too easy - future students will have to take exams twice a week!" If you don't pass the exam, let the teacher beat them in the ass with a whip! ”

Dussander was dumbfounded, and only after a long time did he say to the young typist who was laughing awkwardly, "To be honest, I think your son may really be a suitable talent for education." ”