The fortune teller took the money and ran into the crowd as if offering a treasure, looking for the Xie Sancong in his mouth, but Zhou Yu sat there, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

In his impression, the progress of transforming the local Chinese workers has passed the first hurdle, that is, changing their living habits.

Once this step has been taken, the next step is to lead them into the local society and not always think of themselves as outsiders.

Watching the opera, chatting, wearing a dress, and holding a cane, Zhou Yu wanted to instill the things that these London gentlemen were accustomed to to the Chinese workers who were willing to stay in the local area.

Yes, judging by the memories of his previous life, the early end of the First World War would certainly have led to the same early large-scale relocation of Chinese laborers.

Judging from the progress of the incident, the list of Chinese workers to be repatriated to China in the first wave is probably about to be decided.

......

Goose-feathered snowflakes fell, and London ushered in the first Christmas after the end of the First World War.

Many families have started decorating the trees in front of their doors, even if they are not pines.

Everyone took out the long-stored ham, smoked fish and other items and prepared to enjoy them with their most important people on Christmas Eve.

But even so, this Christmas is too quiet than before.

Zhou Yu and his C13 Chinese workers took to the streets to help clear the snow, especially the male family whose family died on the battlefield due to the war, leaving only a lonely and widowed family.

"Thank you, thank you kids...... That damn war, hopefully never again...... Those damned executioners in the council should be hanged! They are all murderers, they are murderers......"

An old woman who had lost her three sons in the war had tears in her eyes, cursing the culprit who started the war, and serving steaming milk to Zhou Yu.

"Mrs. Sully, if your family needs to mow the lawn, repair the roof or water pipes in the future, you can contact us at the Huagong Camp, or go to the newly opened medical and martial arts halls."

Zhou Yu took the milk handed by the old woman and took a sip, only to feel that his whole body was warm, and the cold around him was dispelled a lot.

"Thank you, thank you Bruce, thanks to you all this time, you look at our streets, many of the old neighbors have no men in their homes, and their lives are extremely difficult...... But even so, fathers and mothers who have lost their children have to drag their aging bodies to the streets in search of work...... God, when the war is over, why can't we get our lives on track? ”

Zhou Yu sighed, and did not try to comfort Mrs. Sully, he knew that although with himself and the intervention of C13, the end of the First World War was a little earlier, and the losses were reduced, but this was only a drop in the bucket for the overall price paid by the country.

England lost hundreds of thousands of young adults in this war, although it was not as tragic as France, but it was enough to shake their foundation, and also made the new continent of North America rise rapidly in disguise, replacing the old aristocrat as the new world hegemon.

"Thank you, Mrs. Sully, for your milk, and have a peaceful and peaceful Christmas Eve."

Zhou Yu felt that wishing the other party a Merry Christmas sounded a little heartbroken, so he could only choose a milder blessing words.

The old lady thanked her and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, shook her head and sighed and returned to the house.

"Mr. Zhou, at least six of the ten households in this street are only lonely and widowed, and the remaining four households are a little disabled even if they are men, and it seems that this war has had a great impact on them."

Lu Xiucai sighed with a shovel for shoveling snow, and said in a slightly low voice.

"Therefore, as long as there is a war, whether you are the losing side or the winning side, it will never be the nobles or the rich people who will bear the consequences of the war, but the people who support the whole society.

Well, now is not the time to sigh, we still have snow to clear in front of several houses, and while this may not seem to improve their lives much, it can at least provide some psychological comfort...... Let's work hard, add a chicken leg to each person tonight~! ”

"Oh~~Long live Mr. Zhou~~ I have chicken thighs to eat tonight~!"

Hearing that dinner was added to the chicken legs, Mu Dezhu's eyes lit up, and he took off his jacket directly, and waved the shovel in his hand to work harder.

After clearing the snow from the streets, Zhou Yu and the Chinese workers returned to the camp and had dinner, before they began to read and write with the rest time they had earned for themselves.

Under the leadership of Zhou Yu and C13, the atmosphere in the Chinese Workers Camp has been greatly improved.

Although there are still many diehards who are lazy and lazy, secretly gambling and smoking, it is inevitable that it is inevitable, after all, there are more than 50,000 people in the Chinese labor camp, and Zhou Yu only has one hundred and eight, and it is impossible to take care of them all, and in the end it depends on the consciousness of everyone.

However, in addition to their daily reading and writing, that is, English teaching, they also have interest classes.

Here Zhou Yu has roughly set up football classes, rugby classes, Chinese medicine classes, and martial arts classes for everyone to choose from.

This can adjust everyone's mentality and strengthen their body in the boring daily work, and it would be great if some professionals could be trained to practice medicine on their own.

However, Ma Daochang, who was proficient in the art of Qihuang, also became the busiest person in the camp.

If Wu Xiaolong, Hu Rentian, and Hong Agui can all help in the martial arts hall, and even Zhou Yu can make a cameo appearance as a martial arts teacher, but the only ones who can roughly help Ma Daochang in the medical hall are Liu Banxian and Zhou Zhen.

Fortunately, there are a few young people in the Huagong Camp who are quite interested in medical skills, and they are now all students of Ma Daochang, following him and learning the basic knowledge of preparing herbal medicines, otherwise the so-called doctors provided by the senior management of the Huagong Camp alone would not be able to meet the treatment needs of these more than 50,000 people for headaches and brain fever.

This year, the snow fell for three days and three nights, and a thick layer of cinder-stained gray-black snow piled up on the roofs, roads, and tree branches.

But it is precisely because of this heavy snowfall that the air quality in London has improved a lot, and the sky is full of stars for the first time in the night, and during the day, the blue sky is like a curtain over the city, which also provides a little comfort for this decaying, twilight, and declining metropolis.

However, what makes everyone even happier is that it will not take a few days after Christmas to come to New Year's Day, a festival that is more important for Chinese workers---

Although there is still a Lunar New Year behind us, the beginning of the new year on the calendar still makes everyone hopeful for the future life.

Zhou Yu mobilized all the Chinese workers, and everyone started a big cleaning in the Chinese workers' camp, and also bought some flour and pork, planning to welcome the arrival of the New Year with a hot dumpling.

"Come on, come on~~~ This is a freshly made noodle, wash your hands if it's okay, and help make dumplings~!"

As long as it involves eating, this guy Mu Dezhu seems to have endless energy.

He rolled up his sleeves and held a large basin of awakened dough in his arms, which he placed on the board with a makeshift cameo from a large wooden board.

"Light, idiot, do you want to get all my dumplings on the ground?"

Hu Rentian kicked Mu Dezhu's buttocks, scolding in his mouth, and then carefully placed the dumplings that were three flat and four unround in his hand beside him.

Mu Dezhu scratched his head, looked at Hu Rentian's hand with the dumplings that couldn't stand up for a while, and then laughed, and couldn't stop laughing.

"Hahaha, Lao Hu, are you making dumplings? You might as well pinch it into a round ball and fry it directly into balls to save trouble, it's too ugly~~ Do you usually work at home? ”

Hu Rentian's face was flushed by this stupid big smile, and he slapped the unwrapped dumplings in his hand on the board in annoyance, and shouted: "His grandmother, Lao Tzu used to have three wives to take care of, where can I do these things by myself?" Don't laugh at you, let me see what a beautiful dumpling you can make! ”

Mu Dezhu wiped the tears that came out of his laughter, clapped his hands playfully and said, "Okay, then let you see what the real dumplings are!" ”

Not to mention, although Mu Dezhu is five big and three thick, the big hands that wrap the dumplings are extremely dexterous, and it only took a few seconds, and a dumpling that is extremely regular, and every fold is even and neat, and it stands firmly on the board like an ingot.

"See? That's what it's called dumplings! Lao Hu, you better go do some physical work, leave it to me here, by the way, the few you just wrapped will eat by yourself for a while. ”

Mu Dezhu seized the opportunity and kept taunting Hu Rentian, who gritted his teeth.

Zhou Yu sat on the side and watched this scene, and also showed a relieved smile.

"That's life......"

However, an anxious and angry shout pulled him back to reality once again.

"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou is not good, Xie San has an accident from over there!"