On the first morning in Annesburg, John, Mr. Fowler and others gathered around for breakfast in the cabin arranged by Sir Marin. As soon as John took his first bite of butter-covered bread, Sir Marin walked in.
"No offense, gentlemen, I offer my apologies for yesterday's conflict. After all, you are here at the invitation of Sir Jameson, and he does not want to give his guests an unpleasant experience."
"We were wrong first," Mr. Fowler said.
"In this case, we are still friends, right? On behalf of Mr. Jameson, I would like to thank you for coming to maintain law and order. It's just that the workers have temporarily stopped in the past few days, but this short-term tranquility may be broken at any time. In short, be prepared , Gentlemen, please enjoy your breakfast first, and then you can go for a walk on the street, I won’t disturb you anymore.”
Mr. Fowler looked at his leaving figure with both laughter and tears: "He himself is quite good at talking, but he is not so patient with others. People in the whole town are like this, including workers and politicians."
After the meal, John wandered alone on the streets of Annesburg. He found that the main street was composed of two abandoned railway tracks. An abandoned locomotive and several freight cars were parked on one of the tracks, while the other was empty. There is another railway outside the city that is still in use and is an important trunk line. The sound of trains chirping can be heard from time to time. This is really touching, and John is reminded of his experience of being thrown on the railway.
Walking a little further, John found that the houses in Annesburg were crowded but also very layered. At the foot of the mountain were bungalows and some shops where freelance residents lived; halfway up the mountain, the gray-black houses were neat and uniform, and they were from people who came to work in the mines. A gathering place for bachelors; apart from the temporary dormitories on the top of the mountain, there are mine caves, and there are also some minecarts and rails leading to the loading area at the bottom of the mountain. It must be said that the logging industry in Annesburg is also very prosperous, and there is an endless stream of people driving horse-drawn carriages to transport wood every day.
Annesburg, this waterfront city can be said to be the epitome of mining development in the west, but unfortunately, its water resources have been severely polluted. According to residents, sewage has been continuously discharged into the river since the mine was established in 1850. . Now, the laundry pool in front of the house and the water body in the northern section of Van Horn Trading Port on the Lanahechi River are all red soil color, with oil floating on the water, which looks colorful under the sunlight. People here have to travel several miles to Clean water can only be obtained from the Kamassa River outside.
Walking to the door of a gun store, John saw a man wearing a white suit and a white top hat not far away, holding a book of paper in his hand and selling something. At first, John thought he was selling newspapers, and thought it was a sign of a deeper understanding of Annis. Great opportunity for Fort.
"Come on, ladies and gentlemen, I hold nothing back from my statement. My statement is science, and science is God. I swear to God, I will die if it is not true. We are digging our own graves." , quickly dug a deep and dark pit for myself..."
Seeing some people gathered around him, the man selling the brochures became motivated to continue his speech.
"This is a country built on greed, not science, not truth, but greed. We cannot be possessed by desire. Only science can save this land. God cannot, and dreams cannot. Knowledge is the only hope, and knowledge must first be Use your eyes to see. You just need a pair of eyes to see that we are doomed unless we change."
"The current disaster is this general strike, and your knowledge is of no use." Someone joked.
Mr. Bai cast a questioning look at the man: "We are killing everything here. The ocean turns black, the earth is boiling, and the sky is gray. What else does it matter?"
"Read this book, it's the future of the country. It's free, pick up a copy."
The people listening to Mr. Bai's speech gradually dispersed. Those residents were busy dealing with the heavy life and had no time to care about these empty things. But John was different. He thought this gentleman was quite interesting, so he took a copy.
"May I ask your name? My dear sir." Mr. Bai stared at John and said.
"John Milton."
"Mr. Milton, thank you...thank you." After saying this, Mr. Bai picked up the bag and left.
John looked at the book and saw something like this written on the cover.
"Hope for the Future"
Author Dr. Malcolm McIntosh
John flipped through a few pages at random, and the content was exactly the same as what Dr. McIntosh said. John was a bookworm, but he really had no interest in these avant-garde views. These things were not even junk.
While returning to his residence, John suddenly heard some scattered gunshots on the mountain. The patrolling guards were walking up the mountain with their guns in hand. The residents fled back to their homes. A siren pierced the sky, and John realized that the strike was beginning to break out. , he pulled out the revolver he carried and rushed to his residence.
As soon as he arrived at the door, John saw Sir Marin holding a Winchester repeating rifle and calling Mr. Fowler and others inside the house, telling them to go out and perform their duties quickly, and Mr. Fowler happened to see John walking over.
"Good boy, I thought something bad happened to you. Everyone is waiting for you."
By coincidence, while Mr. Fowler was speaking, a bullet flew over and hit the telephone pole between John and Fowler.
"We must hurry, gentlemen!" cried Ser Meryn.
At a glance, there are about a dozen workers shooting with guns. There are few obstacles at the entrance of the mine, and it is basically an open area. Dealing with these people who are not good at shooting is like trying to catch a turtle in a urn, but the first step is to find a suitable one. Cover to avoid being shot indiscriminately.
John found a row of wooden fences facing the mine, which was the direction in which the workers were shooting. He hid behind the wooden fence with a sliding step. Just as he pulled down the battering ram and raised his pistol, Mr. Fowler rushed over and fired. He pressed it.
"John, I want you to be merciful to them. As you can see, those workers are working for the big bosses just like us. Even we have the right to quit the game, so why don't they? Just to To support their family, they had to take extreme measures to change the rules of the game."
John agreed. He knew that Mr. Fowler sympathized with the striking workers, as did he himself. Most of those people already suffered from lung disease, so why should they suffer the pain of bullets again.
