gentleman's servant

Weavers start working at six o'clock in the morning and stand until nine o'clock in the evening. During this period, they can only stop for lunch, and spend the rest of the time staring at the lathe terminals. I bent my waist, so I was very tired.

The factory building is very stuffy, because windows are not allowed to be opened, which can prevent the wind from blowing the cotton wool in the house outside, thus causing waste, which results in tiny cotton wool everywhere in the stuffy house.On the wall of the factory, there is a line of big characters - "fire ban". A few days ago, a fire broke out in a textile factory. At that time, a big explosion occurred, killing more than ten textile workers, and all the rest were burned. It seems that lighting a fire in a textile factory can easily cause an explosion, but no one knows why.

I only stayed in the textile workshop for a while, and my mouth became dry, as if my nasal cavity was covered with cotton wool. I really don't know how those people who work in it every day suffer.After six hours of continuous work, at twelve noon, the factory bell rang on time, and the workers could have lunch, although it was only ten minutes.

There is no special place to eat, everyone gets food and eats outside the factory building.The person in charge of distributing the food is a very fat woman. Everyone takes a bowl and then queues up here to get the food.Everyone gets a small piece of bread and a bowl of thin porridge. The bread seems to be mixed with sawdust, so it has a brownish-yellow color. There is black dregs in the rice soup, and it seems to be old rice. The worms are already infested, so you will find a layer of tiny white worms floating on the surface of the porridge.But no one took this to heart. The workers swallowed it in big mouthfuls. It would be nice to have food when they were hungry.I've had worse days in previous lives and even ate rats.

The workers here are basically young. The youngest child is only about six or seven years old. Some people look like they have white hair, but in fact they are only in their thirties. Years of hard work make them look very old.

I sat next to Annie and chatted with her. She talked about the neighbor's children with great interest, and didn't mention what happened last night at all.I did not expect Anne to marry such a violent man, she is a good girl and deserves the best of men.

"When did you get married? How come I never heard you mention it?" I still asked.

Annie shrugged helplessly: "You know, maids are not allowed to have lovers. Andre and I have known each other for a long time, but we were not married before."

Then she showed a big smile: "don't be so dear, Andre is a good man, he just can't meet unhappy things."

Maybe she really loves him, so when she said her husband's name, she always had a happy expression on her face.

Later I learned that Andre was a painter. He was very talented in his youth. His paintings were bought by a wealthy businessman at a high price. His parents wanted their son to be famous, so they spent a lot of money to send their son to the Art Academy.It's a pity that when he grew up, his paintings were not favored by people, and almost none of his paintings were sold.

Annie and him were childhood sweethearts, and they had a tender and sweet life, but as time went by, Andre's paintings could not be sold, and he refused to engage in other professions, so Annie kept supporting him. My temper got worse and worse.But Annie always believed that he would succeed, so she never left him.

"Actually, I am very satisfied with the status quo. At least I still have a job. You know that many of the servants dismissed by Mormont Manor are unemployed and can't find a job." Anne sighed: "By the way, do you still remember the housekeeper Selina? "

I froze for a moment, then nodded: "Of course, is she okay?"

"I don't know, I just heard that she went to the north, because she had a bad life after leaving Mormont Manor. You know that she has been a housekeeper all her life, but after leaving the manor, she can only be a maid. She is educated Female, the new owner treats her like a poor woman, it’s really pitiful, all my hard work has been in vain. I have to leave the capital and go to the remote north, where at least I can find a job as a housekeeper.” Annie said.

I tightened my arms unknowingly, and an emotion called shame rose in my heart.When I took revenge on the Viscount's family, I didn't take Steward Selina into my heart at all, because she forced me to take care of the baron who had smallpox in her previous life. In my opinion at the time, this was simply forcing me to die.So even though she trusted me very much in this life, I still resented her because of what she did in the previous life, but now that I think about it, she didn't even know that I was plotting against her behind my back because I left the place where I struggled all my life. Because it's so deceitful that it's hard to say.

At this time, several well-dressed gentlemen walked over.The workers stood up hastily and walked towards the factory.

Annie urged me in a low voice: "The factory owner and his henchmen are here, let's go back to work quickly, otherwise they will call us lazy, and even if we don't fire, they will deduct wages."

I saw the bearded man who recruited me into the factory. His name was Martin, and he was the general manager here.He followed a short gentleman all the way, different from his usual brash look, he kept bending over, with a flattering smile on his face.

But not long after the start of work, I suddenly heard a scream, followed by the exclamation of the workers. A woman ran out of the factory building, shouting as she ran, "Help! God, there is a child, Get sucked into the turbine!"

Everyone ran to the factory, and I followed them.But as soon as he entered, he was startled. A little boy was hanging on the huge turbine that drove the textile system. His blood slowly flowed down the rusted iron gears, and his arm was twisted into the gears.

The loom had been shut down quickly, but the child was still hanging on the huge turbine. He looked only about ten years old, very thin, with a lot of freckles on his face.He had been screaming violently, and he couldn't bear the severe pain until now, so he passed out, and his already pale face became completely drained of blood.

Many people surrounded him, all of them pale with fright, and I heard someone meditating on God.

"What happened!" Several people squeezed in, and it turned out to be the young factory owner and manager Martin.

"Didn't I warn you? Stay away from the turbine, you idiots!" Martin said in a panic.

There are seven or eight large and strong turbines in the factory, and each turbine weighs thousands of kilograms. If you accidentally get caught in your clothes, your whole person may be involved, but the factory has not installed any safety measures. .

The child was on the verge of death when he was put down, his entire arm was crushed to pieces, a piece of blood and flesh, and the white broken bones poked through the skin and flesh, which was shocking.

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and call for a doctor!" It was the young factory owner who spoke.

The factory owner's surname is Gabriel. He is a young man in his early 20s. He has just taken over the family business from his father and looks very immature.He was not tall, but he had a very strong body, curly black hair, very active eyes, and he was very richly dressed.He is said to be rich because his clothes are very gorgeous, and he has silver curly hair, which looks like those noble gentlemen in the past.But in fact, the upper class no longer wears these fancy clothes that look like clowns. The nobles of the capital have always advocated simple attire. On the contrary, some low-status people, such as servants, would dress like this.

Obviously he didn't know the most popular fashion, if I hadn't been told that he was the owner of the factory here, I would never have thought that he was the owner of this factory, because in the current aristocratic circle, if any gentleman dressed like this appeared in the At the banquet, it will definitely become the biggest laughing stock of the day.

The bearded Martin hurried to find a doctor. He ran out and shouted at the workers: "You have nothing to do here, go to work!"

I found that the child was still bleeding, his clothes were almost soaked in blood, the ground was sticky and red, and the blood was still gushing out.I hurried over and helped to hold down a blood vessel in the child's arm. I heard the baron say that if someone is seriously injured and bleeding is not stopping, you must pay attention to pressing the wound. Sure enough, the blood is no longer so turbulent.

Mr. Gabriel gave me a curious look: "You look very unfamiliar, are you new here?"

I answered him, "Yes sir, I am the recorder who has just arrived."

He nodded and said nothing more.

Not long after, the bearded man hurried in with a person.

I looked up, but froze on the spot.The person who came was an old man in his early 50s. He had gray hair, but he was hale and hearty, with a straight back and piercing eyes. You can still see from his face that he was handsome when he was young.

The old doctor ran over and knelt on the ground, only took one look at the child, then opened the box he was carrying, took out a leather cord and tied it around the child's arm.He noticed that I kept pressing my hand on the child's arm, so he nodded appreciatively: "Who taught you to do this?"

"It was my previous owner, who said it would prevent profuse bleeding," I replied.

The old doctor nodded to me: "You did a good job. You didn't let the blood flow too much, so you saved the child's life."

His praise made me blush with excitement. I didn't expect to see him again, my savior in my previous life.

He not only gave me medical treatment for free, but also gave me food, but in order to avoid being arrested by the police, I left without saying a word, and I didn't even ask his name.But I still recognized him at a glance, because this gentleman is always so gentle and full of love when he looks at people. He is the kind of good person who will give warmth to strangers without receiving anything in return.

"This child needs an amputation immediately," said the doctor. "Help me carry him to a clean place."

"Go to my office, it's very clean," said Mr. Gabriel.

The child was carried into the office, and the doctor kicked out all irrelevant people, and did not allow others to watch him perform the operation.

I wiped the blood from my hands and prepared to leave, but Mr. Gabriel suddenly asked me, "Have you ever been a doctor's manservant?"

"No sir." I shook my head. "My former master was a baron."

"Baron?" Mr. Gabriel asked curiously: "If that's the case, why don't you continue to be a servant? How did you come to my factory?"

I said nonsense casually: "The master drove me away, and he never wrote me a letter of introduction."

"Really? I think you must be a lazy and slippery guy." He smiled and said, "What was the name of your former master? Which baron was it?"

"Oh..." I raised my eyebrows and said: "He is already very down and out, please forgive me for not revealing his name, it is an insult to the dignity of a gentleman, you know that many down and out nobles can't afford servants now. "

My words of belittling the nobles pleased the upstart businessman, he laughed and said: "You are right, you might not get paid as a servant for these down-and-out nobles, work hard in my factory, If you do well, you will have a bright future.”

This gentleman is very forthright, unlike those pretentious nobles, I bowed down to him sincerely and saluted, who would have thought that as soon as I stood up, I saw this gentleman's bright little eyes.

He said excitedly, "Your posture of bowing and saluting is very beautiful, do you mind teaching me?"

The author has something to say: The protagonist will not be a doctor, nor will he be a big businessman, because the title is "The Gentleman's Servant", everyone knows it.

I wrote this chapter mainly to draw out this old doctor. If I still open the third gentleman, this old man will be the protagonist. I think since I wrote it, I might as well write a gentleman trilogy or something ==