Mukada stood up in a daze.
After almost a year, he finally got this coveted birthplace.
The experiences of this year were so fresh in his mind that his past life became a little blurry.
Just about to leave.
The secretary called him back again.
"You're leaving now, don't you want the remaining work points?"
The secretary smiled. He had seen a lot of people like Mukada. In the past two to three months, basically thousands of people came to register information every day.
"Are there any work points left?"
Mukada spoke somewhat broken Chinese. He calculated clearly that his work points were just enough to register his place of origin.
The clerk nodded: "Yes, your attendance and work attitude are recorded by the supervisor who is responsible for managing you. You are the kind of person who performs well, so you still have thirty-four points in your account."
With that said, the secretary wrote a note, stamped it with his seal, and handed it to Mukada.
"Take this and go to the bank on the fifth street. You can convert these work points into coins. Thirty-four coins. The savings will be enough for you to live for more than a month.
Work hard and earn a home in Wuhuan City. "
The face of the overseer who looked miserable all day long, as if everyone owed him money, appeared in Mukada's mind.
He didn't expect that he would actually be rewarded with these work points.
Good people.
Mukada instantly transformed the supervisor who was once the target of hostility into a good guy.
After some time to digest, he has recovered a lot from the initial state of confusion.
He bowed his hands and said politely to the secretary: "Thank you Secretary Wu for your advice. I won't hinder your official duties. I'll leave now."
The secretary smiled and waved, the hook of his left hand flashing cold light in the air.
"Is it a disability?!"
Mukada was shocked again. He really didn't notice this much just now.
"Yeah." Wu Shu'er agreed, and stopped going to Guan Mukada. The household registration office was not just an idle job. There were more than fifty counters like him, and hundreds of people were registered every day.
After filing the Mukada registration file, Wu Shuer waited for the next one to arrive.
Walking out of the household registration office, Mukada touched the tattered leather jacket on his body. He carefully hid the note that could be exchanged for money. He was afraid that the household registration that he had finally obtained would be demoted to a lower status due to a small conflict. Labor.
Fortunately, even when he reached Fifth Street, no one came out to argue with him.
He walked into the bank cautiously. The splendid bank was very incompatible with the tattered Mukada.
However, no one working here showed any expression of disgust towards him. A beautiful woman with a graceful figure walked up to Mukada and asked softly: "Are you here to exchange for work points?"
Mukada nodded awkwardly: "Yeah, Secretary Wu of the household registration office asked me to come here."
The woman smiled: "Come with me. There are different divisions of labor at the bank counter. You have been in the private camp for a long time, so it is inevitable that you will not understand them."
With that said, the woman brought Mukada to a counter where there was a queue.
"Just wait in line here, one by one, and it will be your turn soon."
Mukada looked at the people dressed similarly to himself and felt relieved. The similar people made him feel less uneasy. It was so beautiful here, both in terms of objects and people.
Mukada glanced back carefully. The woman who had just brought him here walked to the door again and said something to another man who walked in wearing a tattered leather coat.
Soon, the people in line arrived at Mukada. He handed over the note given to him by Secretary Wu from his arms. The people inside checked the authenticity of the seal, and after confirming it was correct, they took out thirty-four yuan. Passed it to Mukada.
"Take it, this is your work point exchange, count it and make sure it is correct."
Mukada took the money and counted it twice, confirming that it was thirty-four.
"That's right, thirty-four."
"Okay, let's go, next one."
The person at the counter yelled and threw the money change note into the brazier to burn it.
Mukada turned around from the counter, and the wooden stick that was blocking him before turned and allowed him to pass.
With thirty-four copper plates in his arms, Mukada was a little confused for a moment. He just came out of the slave camp today, and he was still a little unfamiliar with Wuhuan. Although he might have built this place, he had no impression of being familiar with it.
"Don't know what to do?"
It was that female voice again, and Mukada turned around with some joy in his heart. The woman from before came to his side again.
"Uh-huh."
Mukada nodded.
The woman seemed to be very familiar with her, and said: "Now workers are being recruited everywhere in Wuhuan City, whether they are herding cattle, building roads, or going to various shops to recruit workers, and there are also various buildings. Construction sites, these places all have jobs with daily wages, and how much you do, you get how much money you get."
"If you don't want to stay in Wuhuan, you can also go to the dock outside the city. There are six boats to Xianbei every day. Xianbei is different from Wuhuan. They mainly engage in farming-related labor there. If you want to farm, you can also go there. The life of farmers is better than here, and the subsidies given to farmers by your Majesty are also higher."
"Then what if I want to work here? Is that okay?" Mukada asked by some mistake.
The woman's expression did not change, she still smiled softly: "Of course it's possible, but if you want to work in a bank, you have to go to night school to learn Chinese characters first, and you have to speak 'Qiyan' fluently, just like me. ."
As she said that, the woman showed a slightly annoyed expression: "It took me half a year to learn how to speak. You must be mentally prepared."
The woman's annoyed expression was like a warm current in the spring breeze that instantly broke Mukada's heart. He showed a serious expression: "I will learn it!"
The woman nodded: "Well, I believe you can learn it, but before going to night school, you have to change your clothes. Your leather jacket is too worn. On the corner of this street, there is a shop called Sanjie Clothing. , where you can spend a few dollars to buy a set of clothes that others have replaced. Although they are not new, they are still in good condition."
As the woman spoke, Mukada took notes. He felt like he suddenly had a goal, and was no longer at a loss when he came out of the prison camp.
After talking for a while, the woman's peripheral vision turned to the door of the bank and another person came in. She smiled at Mukada: "That's all, I still have to work. If you don't understand, just ask people on the street. They’ll tell you what to do, too.”
Mukada looked at another soldier who was wearing a tattered leather jacket to help him. He touched his chest and felt heat surging inside.
(End of chapter)
