America 1881: Legend of the West

Suburbs of San Francisco, California Dynamite Plant.

Thanks to Chen Jianqiu, Henry Dupont was so angry that he became ill and soon went to see his grandfather and great-grandfather on a snowy night.

Old Henry left like this, and the most promising heir, Ramon Dupont, passed away before him.

DuPont was in complete disarray.

They decided to separate.

The heirs of the DuPont family believed that the original family-style "partnership" system and public ownership of property were no longer suitable for the new form of competition, so they changed it to a joint-stock system.

The new president, Eugene Dupont, was obviously not a generous person. He began to exclude anyone in the DuPont family who could pose a threat to him.

At the same time, he also knew that the trend was irreversible, so he began to build a new factory at the California Gunpowder Factory, which he controlled, and began to produce explosives.

The factory area is surrounded by four thick walls and divided into nine square grids.

In each grid is a factory building, and between the factory buildings are high earth walls.

This way, if one plant were to accidentally explode, the walls would protect other production and storage facilities from shock waves and debris.

Of course, those workers in the factory are bound to die.

In one of the factories, a young man with blond hair was concentrating on his work.

In front of him was a large reaction tank.

Glycerol reacts with a mixture of sulfuric acid and nitric acid in the reaction tank to finally obtain nitroglycerin, the main component of explosives.

This reaction generates a lot of heat and takes about fifty minutes.

What young people have to do is stare at the thermometer and control the valve of the cooling faucet.

If the temperature is too high, he will fly into the sky with the factory.

The young man sits on a special one-legged stool and must constantly maintain his balance to avoid falling.

This special stool is designed to prevent him from dozing off while working.

"Well, it's finally over." The young man looked at the clock and thermometer.

It seems that the production of this batch of nitroglycerin has come to an end.

All that's left is to wait for others to come over and transport the finished product out for cooling, and then add new raw materials for the next batch of production.

He stood up, moved his cervical vertebrae, and looked outside the door.

An overseer wanders around the various factories to prevent workers from slacking off.

The young man had to take a break while the overseer's butt was pointed towards him.

They have to work sixteen hours a day, with no weekend breaks. If they continue to be watched with such intensity, no one can bear it.

A worker came in pushing raw materials.

He glanced at the young man, then moved to the edge of the reaction vessel, and then quietly said to him: "Hey, Moody, there is a party in the pub tonight, do you want to go?"

The young man glanced at him, with a smile on his face, shining into people's hearts like a ray of sunshine.

His real name was Holly Romney. On Chen Jianqiu's order, he changed his name to Moody and sneaked into the California explosives factory to work as an undercover agent.

But Holly is really a real worker.

While in Roswell, he had been working in the dynamite factory.

He was Hudson Maxim's best assistant.

To use Hudson's words to evaluate him, he is bold and careful.

Holly also lowered his head and whispered: "Be careful of Jenna causing trouble for you again."

Hunter curled his lips: "What can this old bitch do to me?"

"No chatting while working!"

Holly turned around and found that the overseer's head had just turned this way, staring directly at them.

He patted Hunter on the shoulder: "Keep working, otherwise your salary will be deducted again this month."

However, at this time, a man ran in from the factory gate, shouting as he ran:

"Hunter! Hunter! Something happened to your son!"

When Hunter heard this, he quickly put down what he was holding, turned around and rushed out of the factory.

"What's wrong with my son?" He rushed to the man and asked anxiously.

"Your son cut off his finger while cutting fish in the factory, and it bled all over the floor!"

The messenger said while breathing heavily.

The Hunter family were immigrants from the East.

He did not catch up with the good time for mining, so he and his wife had to work in an explosives factory to make a living.

His wife, Jenna, mixes nitroglycerine and diatomaceous earth in the workshop on the other side, while he himself carries the raw materials.

To subsidize family expenses.

Hunter's 10-year-old son also cut fish at a nearby fishery.

Generally, if the injury is minor, these child workers will simply take care of it themselves and continue working.

Because their parents have absolutely no time to take care of them.

But now, according to the reporter's description, it seems that it is no longer something that little Hunter can handle on his own.

Hunter looked at the things in the workshop and hesitated.

"Hey, hey, go back to work! Who told you to chat here!?" The supervisor came over.

He was extremely dissatisfied with the two workers talking at the factory gate.

If each person says one thing, it is a waste of one minute. If hundreds of workers in the whole factory are put together, wouldn't it be a waste of several hours?

"Sir, something happened to my son. Can I go see him?" Hunter said to the supervisor in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter what I said, but I want to tell you that the boss hired you not to let you spend time dealing with your own personal affairs!" The supervisor looked unimpressed.

"Sir! If it was a minor injury, I wouldn't go, but now my son's injury may be serious." Hunter was almost begging, "Don't you have a son?"

The overseer's face twitched.

It is true that he had no son or daughter.

For this reason, he had many quarrels with his wife.

"It's useless if you go. Do you know medical skills? It's better to let your son find a doctor by himself." The supervisor said angrily.

"So let me go with him." A voice sounded from behind them.

The three people looked back and found Holly with blond hair.

"I know some first aid skills, take me there quickly." He said to Hunter.

"Are you crazy? Can you leave your post without permission? The reaction vessel must not explode?!" The supervisor pointed at Holly and ran towards the workshop.

"Don't waver, this batch has been produced! The temperature has dropped!" Holly shouted at the back of the supervisor, "You need to find someone to replace me first! We will be back in a moment!"

Then, he turned his head and said to Hunter: "Let's go quickly, the child is important."

"You two stop!"

"You try to go forward again!

"Okay, you guys are waiting!"

The overseer's voice was getting farther and farther behind, and Holly didn't even look back.

The person who reported the news took the two of them all the way to the gate of the aquatic product plant.

A salty and wet smell came from the factory.

Holly burst through the door first.

The light in the room was very dark, and the ground was damp, with fish guts and scales scattered around.

A group of children gathered around a table and were busy.

They pulled the fish steaks from the pile of fish on the table, cut off their heads and tails with sharp knives, and threw them into the frame beside them.

One after another, over and over again.

Hunter's son was sitting alone in the corner, covering his hands and looking pale.

His eyes were red and there were tears on his face.

Holly hurriedly stepped forward and checked on little Hunter's injury.

The front half of the finger was almost completely cut off.

It must be very painful to have your fingers connected to your heart.

"Go to where I live, I have medicine and bandages," Holly said.

Old Hunter picked up his son, followed Holly, and walked out the door.

In the dormitory, Holly took out the medicine and first aid kit prepared by his mother and bandaged little Hunter.

"You can play here, we have to go back to work." Holly bent down and said to little Hunter with a smile.

He scraped little Hunter's nose like a big brother, then picked up his clothes from the bed on one side, and walked out of the door with Old Hunter.

When they returned to the factory, the supervisor had disappeared.

Holly didn't know if he went to snitch or to do something else.

He returned to his post.

During this period Hunter came several more times.

He kept looking absently in the direction of the factory entrance.

Hunter was a little worried that what he had just done would have a bad impact on himself and Holly.

If you really get fired.

Then I will have to find another job.

However, what he worried about happened.

Not long after, the supervisor appeared at the door of the factory and shouted inside:

"Moody! Hunter! This shift is over and come to the manager's office!"