It was 5:30 in the morning.

The dimly lit underground walkway of the orphanage exudes the decay of ancient wooden floors.

The thin boy walked by with a large bucket of water, which seemed very difficult, and water kept shaking out of the ground.

Turning around, Du Wei slowed down, fearing that the aggravated pace of the bucket would affect the rest. Before this, Mrs. Baofari had sternly warned: Do not make noises while cleaning and affect others' sleep.

There seemed nothing wrong with her request, so Du Wei did as he did.

Now, he was tiny and lying on the ground, using a wet rag to wipe the floor, trying not to leave any dead corners, and ensuring that every place was cleaned.

This is a necessary work every day. As for why Du Wei doesn't know much about doing these things, in short, it's here when you open your eyes, without the memories of the past, and don't know where you came from.

As a nine-year-old child with no memory, Du Wei has not even had time to understand the world except for not knowing what will happen in the future.

"Oh no, I forgot to clear the water swaying in the aisle..."

At the end of the moment, Du Wei suddenly thought of this, so he hurriedly got up and ran over, trying to make up for it.

When she turned the entrance of the aisle, she saw that Madame Bovary was already there. She always got up very early and was frowning at the water on the aisle.

"I have warned not to get the water onto the aisle without cleaning it in time!"

For some reason, her tone this time was more severe than usual. Well, although she was very close to this.

Du Wei said nothing and looked at her quietly.

It is mainly because the body is too small and the barrel is too large, and there is no bone density and unit muscle strength of the orcs. But Du Wei did not distinguish it for this.

Because she found that any other child would be scolded by her after distinguishing it: That's your problem, not a bucket, you can choose to go a few more trips, each time half a bucket of water. But you choose to overestimate yourself, right?

Some children will continue to distinguish: half a bucket of water is too late for every time, and they cannot clean it up within the specified time. Then they will still be scolded by her: You can choose to get up early or even not sleep. Unless you are lucky enough to be adopted by a kind and rich person, according to the law, you will not be able to fight the rules here before you become an adult.

From this, Du Wei concluded that quibbling with her would not solve the problem, on the contrary, her anger value would continue to increase. In the end, there would be no less things to do, and there would be punishment. What's more serious is that she would not be recommended by her and it would be impossible to be adopted by everyone kindly, so she could only stay here as a "slave".

Mrs. Baofari looked at him for a moment and said, "I know it's not a good habit to blame others, but I still have to point out that although you are a good guy who works hard most of the time and never talks back, you are always silent every time you talk to me, staring at me with your nine-point ignorance and a sarcastic smile. This is really weird. I would be very happy if you can change this."

Du Wei is generally cute, and there seems to be a little strange smile deep in his eyes. I don’t know what’s going on.

"Stop looking at me like this! I thought you could tell the difference between orders and suggestions?"

Mrs. Baofari wanted to punish him immediately, but after thinking about it, he was more obedient among orphans and was relatively young.

Finally, she turned around and took two steps, stopped and pointed to the ground, "Clear the water. If you finish the bell before the wake-up rings, I will think you have a helping hand."

...

Now, the staff of the orphan nursing home came out and lit up the candles in the underground aisle one by one.

Madame Bovary had no spice-smoked smell, but had a clear soapy smell, which was considered a more unique among the nobles. When she walked the quick steps and turned the aisle, two staff members secretly glanced at her buttocks quickly and smiled sinisterly.

Baofari knew what was going on, but didn't say anything. Because it was very terrible to scold them without any change. Relatively speaking, the child just now was at least a person who had improved after education. As for the other children... Madame Bofari was both disgusted and impatient with them.

After all, I have been working here for nearly twenty years, and my passion for vowing to change something has been eroded by reality. So she knows better than anyone else: some of the children will die of illness due to weak health. Because the city hall allocated limited funds, the medical and health conditions are basically zero.

As for the fat man's food in the kitchen, the soup is as terrible as a floating object in a swamp, and the bread made can be used as a weapon.

She used to be willing to regard this career as extremely sacred, but now she is approaching menopause, and thinks it is just the face of the city hall to prevent these orphans from becoming pickpockets working for gangs, which will smear the streets.

A few lucky ones among them will be recognized by Mrs. Bovary when they become adults, and will become formal workers and stay here, familiar with the management of new orphans. But there are too few such people.

As for being adopted by kind-hearted people, it is not ruled out that there are such people, but more people are fucked and profiteers who come here to cheat for free child labor.

Most of the children will escape here with restlessness when they grow up. They think they have gained freedom. In fact, half of them will join the gang as cannon fodder within three years, and eventually die in the sewer or become a few girls in a cheap tavern.

“Du Wei…”

When I think of this guy, I always feel that he is a little weird, but I can't say the specific ones.

Three months ago, I heard that he was lying in a dark alley and was about to die of cold. Patrol soldiers finally sent him here.

When asked who his parents were, I didn’t know. When asked where he was from, I didn’t know. When asked about his name, Du Wei. As for the others, there was no information.

Just looking at his dark hair and dark eyes, he probably is not from this country. In addition, some of his behavior patterns seem to be incompatible with the world.

Ding Ling Ding Ling —

The bell rang, and Madame Baofari in the office came to her senses. She picked up the white porcelain teacup with gold edges and took a sip, put it down, and then took a pen and dipped it in ink to write quickly.

She felt that there was always someone swaying nearby, so she raised her head and looked at the cleaning man and said, "I always feel that you are too comfortable. If it were Du Wei, he would never use a mop and would lie on the ground and wipe the floor with a rag."

"He is a nervous child," the bearded man said.

"Oh, what about?"

After the bearded man was speechless, Mrs. Baofali continued: "It is not surprising that the children here have a mental state, but I am not mainly discussing this with you, but how to do something better."

The bearded man dared not speak back, pretending to be modest and lowered his head.

Mrs. Baofali said lightly: "I used to ask him why he didn't use a mop, and he didn't have any effort to say it, and there was no evidence to make it cleaner. He said that he could only understand the ground by lying down on the ground, and only when he contacted it. If you want to make the ground cleaner, it is best to understand the principle of dirty ground. It is easier to understand the ground by hand than indirect contact. This is called going deep into the grassroots... Yes, his words are so weird, but I don't know why."

The bearded man said, "He is nonsense. He can't deny the effective way of working that everyone agrees."

Mrs. Baofari no longer had more patience and waved her hand and said, "If possible, I will ask you to work the way he did. Now you can leave my office quickly. Compared to the bad smell, the beard is swaying in front of me without serious work. I would rather accept the uncleaned office. You can't get early and have to come and stumble when I'm here? What are you thinking!"

The bearded man fled in panic.
Chapter completed!