Not far from this slum, there is a spacious and prosperous market. Beyond the market, there are tracts of mansions and pavilions, lined up row upon row.

It seemed to be a wealthy area, which was fundamentally different from the slum where he lived.

Yang Fang spent four cents to buy four sesame seed cakes, which barely filled his stomach.

But this also made his original idea of ​​not wanting to go to work instantly come to nothing.

One meal costs four cents, which is 12 cents a day.

With the 26 pennies I have now, I can't eat for three days.

"You still have to go to the dock to unload the goods."

Yang Fang said to himself.

As for finding other jobs, I can only wait until I have more free time.

If other jobs are not found and the dock job is lost, wouldn't it be possible for him to starve to death?

No matter whether you can go back in time or not, let’s pass this level first.

"But I should be different from these people. I have a proficiency panel. As long as I refresh my proficiency, I will slowly become stronger and sooner or later I will be able to change my destiny!"

Yang Fang secretly said.

Thinking about it this way, the future is not bleak.

He immediately rushed to the dock.

Fuyun Wharf is a huge wharf built on the edge of Yunshui River. It belongs to the Sanhe Gang, the largest local gang. There are about dozens of poor people working here. The wages are paid every day, and it takes a day of exhausting work.

Ten cents.

There are still many people here who can’t even get in despite squeezing their heads.

As soon as Yang Fang came over, he saw a man wearing yellow silk satin with two beards, holding a black whip and a cold face, standing on the pier and sweeping towards them.

A stick of incense was placed beside him. The stick of incense burned out immediately, leaving only the size of a fingernail.

Once the incense burns out, those workers who came late will undoubtedly be severely whipped by him.

In severe cases, they can even be whipped to death on the spot.

Yang Fang had a sneer on his face and hurriedly ran over.

"Next time, I'll put more pressure on you and I won't come."

Manager Cheng's tone was indifferent.

Yang Fang's expression changed, and he quickly responded, speeding up and running over.

"You're finally here. You were almost too late. A whip from Manager Chen will save you at least half your life."

Wang Hai came up and whispered.

Next, they began a full day of unloading work.

For Yang Fang, who had never done any physical work in his previous life, this kind of work was simply terrible.

After only working for half a day, he was so tired that his back and legs ached, and he almost wanted to give up.

But when I thought of the whip in Manager Cheng's hand, I immediately felt fear in my heart, but I gritted my teeth and held on.

This is a society that does not take human life seriously. Going on strike casually is not as simple as having your wages deducted. It may very well cost you half your life.

Just like that, the whole day passed.

At dusk, all the waiters for the day were finished and received today's ten cents.

Yang Fang felt sore all over, looking at the dark copper coins in his hand, he felt bitter in his heart.

He was the attending physician at a mental hospital.

People who sit in offices most of the time.

But now he suddenly traveled through time and became a person at the bottom of ancient society.

The huge psychological gap made him quite uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!