Chapter 118 Urban Renovation
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As an ordinary member of the bottom of society in London, Ham is just a porter on the dock.
At the age of 20, he already has two sons. In order to support his family in London, he can only get up early in the morning every day and go to the port of London to work.
Like most English people, he has never been educated to read and write. In his impression, he doesn't know any other cities except London.
Even if cargo ships from France and Germany docked at the London dock more than once, sailors were heard more than once praising the beauty of Paris, Hamburg and other cities.
However, he still stubbornly believes that all cities are no different from London, and they are not even as vast as London. At least until now, he has not completely walked through the streets and streets of London.
Carefully hid the lunch at noon—a small piece of black bread—in his bosom. This was his lunch.
Of course he doesn't want to enjoy three meals a day like a nobleman, but he carries goods every day. If he doesn't have a meal at noon, he won't be able to support it until it gets dark.
The sky in London was still a little gray, so he bid farewell to his wife and two lovely sons, headed to the port of London, and started his work.
Walking all the way, there are people defecating and defecating everywhere on the side of the road. He has become accustomed to these, because he is also such a person, as long as it is not near his home.
Wearing shoes made of tattered canvas brought back from the pier, Ham carefully walked around piles of excrement, waving his hands from time to time, otherwise those tiny green flies would get into your nose, That will make you feel better!
After walking for half an hour, he finally arrived at the pier.
When he arrived, he saw that a new announcement seemed to be posted on the usual public notice wall, and a dozen people gathered together, discussing it, and it was very lively.
He has always been honest and has no interest in these things. He knows that there is a new arrest warrant, a large bounty has been issued, or some other decree has been issued.
He is very self-aware. These major events have little to do with him as a poor poor man. With this little time, he might as well carry an extra sandbag!
Staying silently behind the long line of workers, Ham looks forward to a good harvest today.
In this way, after staying all morning, the number of ships docking in London is only half of the usual amount, and the work is also very light. Except for the part handed over to the gang, he probably won't be able to earn his own food expenses today.
At noon, he sat under the shadow of a cargo ship docked at the pier to block the glare of the sun.
For today's scene, he felt very depressed, and when he thought of his wife and son who was waiting to be fed, he felt very distressed.
"Hey man, what's the matter with you today? You look so unhappy!"
The laborer working with him looked at Ham with a bitter face, and asked involuntarily.
"Ah! I have done a lot less work today than yesterday. I'm afraid my wife and son will starve again today!"
"Yeah, I didn't expect to have so little work today. I promised my wife to bring a chicken leg to my son. I'm afraid it will fail!"
Hearing what Ham said, the worker who asked the question also frowned, smiled bitterly, and sighed.
While the two were lamenting and sighing, as the boss of the dock workers, a middle-aged man wearing a shiny tall hat, pretentiously leaning on a black cane, and dressed like a gentleman walked over.
If you ignore the bald top of his head under his hat, he actually looks more like a gentleman.
The boss of the laborer walked slowly to the place where everyone was resting, and stopped with his head held high, looking proud.
Ham knew that this bald man was the co-boss of himself and several nearby piers—Doveran, a self-proclaimed gentleman.
Although he usually looks polite, and he will imitate those gentlemen and say some ridiculous things.
However, Ham will never underestimate him, because he once saw the bosses of other docks bring a group of vicious laborers to rob the dock.
But Doveran just smiled and chatted with the dock boss for a while, then took out a sharp ax from behind, and slammed it on the boss's head, causing soy milk to flow out of his head.
At this time, Ham realized that the human brain was originally composed of soybean milk.
The younger brothers brought by the boss with white soy milk on their heads were all frightened. Doveran directly took down the pier, and his power expanded again.
"Dear fellas, how was your day?"
Doveran gracefully moved the black crutch in his hand, helped his black-framed eyes by the way, and asked in a personal voice.
"Boss, there is not much work today, everyone is having a hard time!"
Immediately, a bearded overseer bent over and walked over, with a flattering smile, and said like a dog.
"Fuck, uh! I told you all, don't call me boss anymore, call me sir, believe it or not, I will break your dog legs!"
Doveran, who had just accidentally uttered foul language, immediately changed his tone, but still said in a rage.
The burly man with the beard hurriedly apologized, and then repeated himself.
"Really? This is such a frustrating thing!"
"However, I came here today to bring a good thing, so that the brothers can relax, and they will definitely not let them have enough to eat!"
Dofrene patted his chest and said loudly with a confident smile.
"Really? Boss, you are really amazing!"
"That's right, you don't even look at who I am! Doveron—"
The flattery was slapped at the right time, tickling his heart.
"I've said it all, call me sir from now on, sir, I think you owe it to me!"
After thinking about it, Doveran directly picked up the pretentious crutch, swung it up and hit him, and the fierce big man jumped around in pain.
"Boss, boss, it hurts! It hurts! It hurts—" the big man didn't dare to confront Doveran, so he could only avoid it.
After feeling that Duofran hit harder, his mind finally turned around.
"Yes sir, sir, I was wrong, I was wrong..."
Until the big man cried out in pain more than a dozen times, Duofran stopped and rubbed his somewhat sore wrist.
It also takes a certain amount of effort to hit someone. For a boy like a big man, the beating should make them hurt, not hurt them. For opponents or strangers, you need to make them hurt without pain.
"Guys, the City Council is going to clean up the streets of London, but they don't have enough staff, so they hired us to clean up!"
"Everyone, not only is there a piece of black bread as a reward every day, but also three meals, yes three meals!"
"You guys are eating three meals a day just like the noble lord!"
Doveran, who stopped, took a breath, and said to the many workers who turned a blind eye.
"That's great!" "Boss, thank you!"...
After receiving a sound of thanks, Doveran left with half of the laborers and went directly to the streets of London's civilian areas and slums.
In order not to affect the business of the dock, Doveran arranged a rotation system, first leading half of the people to work for a day, and although it only works for half a day today, it is counted as a day's worth.
Ham, who usually works honestly, was fortunate enough to follow Doveran to get this good job.
Dover was sitting in a cart and led the way in front. After reconciling with other groups of dock workers, Ham and a group of more than 200 people followed behind. The mighty, dry streets immediately rose. dust.
Along the way, carriages and pedestrians, Qiqi stared wide-eyed, stood by the roadside, and made way for them.
Half an hour later, Ham saw a street completely different from his impression.
The streets that were originally bustling, with people coming and going, and businessmen everywhere, are now full of working people. The commercial atmosphere is gone!
Workers like him, wearing short jackets and short sleeves, bent over in full swing. Those wooden shovels, stone shovels, or even better iron shovels, shoveled and shoveled the **** on the street to the nearby carriage .
Seeing all this, Doveran, who had already stopped in front, got out of the car and said to the hundreds of workers behind him:
"Everyone, you can work now. Remember, I will pick up the bread after the sun goes down in the afternoon!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ham, like all laborers, mustered his strength and started to work.
"Your Majesty, please—due to the lack of people, I will follow your advice. I will use bread to attract those idle workers in London, and organize them to clean up the streets together!"
Under the leadership of William Selsey, Edward came to this famous slum in London and personally inspected it.
"Oh, it looks pretty good! Very good, Mr. William, according to this progress, the whole of London will soon be transformed!"
Edward looked at the bustling crowd, and saw the street that was free from a thick layer of garbage and dirt and saw the sun again, so he couldn't help nodding.
Seeing His Majesty the King with a smile on his face, William knew that his efforts were in the right direction, and he couldn't help feeling more confident in his heart.
"Your Majesty, due to the continuous concentration of London's population for hundreds of years, the entire city is overwhelmed, so I want to re-plan London!"
"Yes, my mayor, your idea is very good! I support it, and strongly support it!"
"However, you must know that the population of London is conservatively estimated to be 100,000. You must take care of the emotions of these people!"
Mayor William couldn't help but be overjoyed with Edward's support. This good opportunity for political achievement has been obtained, and it will definitely bring great help to his future political career.
"Your Majesty, you know this. Due to the fact that the Finance Department has just been established, the money may not be enough. I hope the Privy Council will support it!"
(end of this chapter)