"Knock, knock, knock."
Not long after dawn, there was a knock on the door of the mud hut.
"Good, are you up? We should go now! "
"I'll be ready soon!"
Good drank the last mouthful of hot porridge, wiped his mouth, and looked at the girl who was still busy making the bed. "Then I'll go."
She looked up and asked, "You really don't need me to go with you?"
"I've told you many times that you're too young. There won't be a job suitable for you," Good said impatiently. "Stop. I know you're going to talk about what happened in the Kingdom of Wolfheart again, but do you still want to do that kind of... work? Stay here. I'll bring back delicious food for you at noon. "
The girl's eyes lit up. "Popcorn —"
"That's too expensive. I like egg pancakes. Or do you not like Flowing Heart eggs that are fried until both sides are brown? "
"Gulp." She swallowed her saliva.
"So don't run around. Do you understand?" Good reminded her one last time. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Rachel."
"What should you call me?"
She was a little hesitant, but she finally replied, "Bro... brother."
"Very good. Don't let it slip." Good tightened the sackcloth around his neck, pushed the door open and walked out of the mud hut. The warm air was immediately chased away by the cold wind, and winter returned to its familiar look. Even so, the scene in front of him was full of vitality and vitality.
Row after row of mud houses stretched out like waves surging on the snowy ground. Looking up, one could see the smoke of cooking and the swaying silhouettes of people everywhere. The city in the distance was faintly discernible in the smoke, as if it was still in a deep sleep, while this place across the river had already woken up.
The people who knocked on the door were Uncle Bagi and Sanko, who lived next door. Standing dozens of steps away, they urged, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up!"
"Coming!" He closed the door and ran toward them on the snow.
The temporary residence was about two miles away from the center of Neverwinter. The three of them had to get to the Central Square before the new job was announced. Fortunately, a solid stone road had been built along the banks of the Redwater River, so even if it was covered with snow, it was still very safe to walk on it. There was no need to worry about the mountain road that needed to be explored step by step, so they could reach it in about a quarter of an hour.
Soon, there were more people around them. The scale of the temporary residential area was beyond imagination. Good had not even seen the end of it. According to the uncle next door, the mud huts used to be built in the city, but as the population increased, the hills were all moved out of the city. Because it was expanded every year, no one knew how many immigrants it had accommodated.
However, there was one thing that was certain. Most of the people who had gathered on the stone path from their residences were there for their new jobs.
"Have you thought about what you want to do next?" Bagi asked.
"It should be something easier, like sweeping the snow and deicing..." Sanko said, holding the back of his head. "Time is short, money is fast. If you work for one day, you can feed yourself for two days. At least you don't have to worry about starvation this winter. Of course, that's assuming there aren't any better ways to limit recruitment. "
Limited recruitment referred to those special jobs that required a limited number of people and had a certain threshold, but the pay was also much higher. This city was full of all kinds of strange rules. For example, all employment announcements were related to the Administrative Office instead of individuals. The officials would update the announcement once a week, and it could be for hundreds of people. Such a scale and efficiency could be said to have reshaped Good's understanding of the city.
However, there was no lack of surprises here. Compared to the other inconceivable wonders, this was nothing.
Basically, all the recruitment was divided into three categories. In addition to the limited recruitment, the other two categories were short-term recruitment and formal recruitment. The latter had a much broader pay and job scope. Unfortunately, it required either an ID card or a primary diploma. Immigrants like them could only choose short-term jobs to fill their stomachs.
Sanko's choice was reasonable. Although the easy jobs did not have high pay, they could save energy to attend primary education classes. If they could pass the assessment, they could obtain the status of formal residents.
"What about you?" Sanko looked at him.
"The pay is high," Good shrugged. "It doesn't matter if I'm tired."
Because he still had a mouth to feed.
As a new refugee who had just moved to Neverwinter this winter, he was already very lucky to have a small house to shelter him from the wind and rain. As for moving into a beautiful residential area where he could have a meal of meat every week, he did not have such extravagant hopes for the time being.
The only thing that made Good feel a little regretful was that the Administrative Office had set a minimum age limit — 16 years old. Rachel would have to work for another two years to meet the requirements. Now that he had finally escaped from the fire pit, he would not let her fall into it again.
"Don't overwork yourself," Baggie reminded him. "It's freezing outside. It's not cheap to go to the hospital."
"Don't worry, I'm very healthy!" Good patted his chest. He was not bragging. He had almost been selected as a squire of the Knight, if he had not been born in a poor family... "Uncle, what are you going to do?"
"I'm not going to choose anything. I'm just here to accompany you."
"Ah?" Sanko was stunned.
It was Good who reacted quickly. "Have you already..."
"Haha, that's it." Baggie laughed foolishly. "The foreman of the Sixth Engineering Team has taken a liking to me and plans to recruit me into the official team. The new contract should be sent to me in two days."
"That's really... great!" Sanko came to his senses. "If you're officially recruited, your salary will almost double, right? Then you'll be able to save up the down payment and get an ID card. Then you'll become a real resident of Neverwinter! "
"If you ask me to study again, I'm sure I won't be interested." Baggie waved his hand. "Besides, I've been here for almost two years. I can only say that I'm too stupid to see an opportunity now. You're so young, so you'll definitely have more opportunities than me."
Some people around them heard their conversation and came over to congratulate them. The road became lively for a while.
This made Good a little puzzled.
In his opinion, getting an ID card was just a way to get a better job, but these people seemed to be the opposite. It was not important to become a subject of a lord or king, but in their conversation, it seemed that it was a great thing to be proud of, even more important than the job itself.
While chatting along the way, the three of them arrived at the square of Neverwinter.
A group of people had already gathered here, but most of them were residents of the city and did not compete with the refugees in the temporary residential area.
The new announcement was posted on the south side of the square. From time to time, a kid walked up to Good and the others and asked, "Do you need a substitute reader? It's only 10 copper royals. "
"No, we can read," Baggie replied with a smile. Of course, among the three of them, only Sanko could read, but he could not read all of them.
"Tsk, these guys... if they have the time, why don't they find a formal job?" Good muttered in a low voice. "The salary is much higher than these copper royals."
"They're all students of the academy. I guess they haven't reached the working age yet." Sanko looked around and said.
"What?"
"Well... I heard it when I was on the night shift." He lowered his voice. "In order to prove the importance of" knowledge ", the teachers often encourage them to use what they've learned to find opportunities to make money. It seems that this practice has greatly increased the number of students in the academy. If I didn't have to work during the day, I'd like to try it."
"Uh... that works?" Good glanced at the substitute readers who were running around. Most of them were children. If he remembered correctly, Rachel could read a little. Maybe she could do it?
"Hey, look over there!" The uncle suddenly pointed to a corner at the south end of the square. "A lot of people are gathering there!"
Good and Sanko looked at each other. "Is it a limited recruitment?"
"Come on, let's go and have a look!"
The three of them immediately ran to the place where the crowd gathered. To their surprise, there was not only a tent, but also a narrator.
After listening to the narrator, Good could not help but feel happy!
There was indeed a limited recruitment here, and the conditions were very lenient. They did not need to be literate, nor did they need an ID card. The only requirement was that they had to be physically fit and pass a series of relevant tests. Although he did not understand what those strange tests meant, as long as it was a competition of physical fitness, he was confident.
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