No. 94, Xia Town, Dalian, is the Shahekou Railway Factory of the Manchuria Railway. Eight years ago, when the Shahekou Railway Factory belonged to the Russians, it was still called the Dongqing Railway Locomotive Manufacturing Factory. Thirteen years ago, the Russians started to build the "Daqing Railway Locomotive Factory".

"Lini" City's first phase project.==Falling in love with the Dongqing Railway Locomotive Manufacturing Plant began construction at the same time as part of the first phase of the project. The Dongqing Railway was completed 11 years ago, and the Dongqing Railway Locomotive Manufacturing Plant was also completed at the same time.

After the Russo-Japanese War, the Japanese army occupied Dalini and changed Dalini to Dalian. They also occupied the locomotive manufacturing company. In September 1906, the Japanese Field Railway Management Department officially took over the Dongqing Railway Locomotive Manufacturing Factory and changed its name to

It was renamed Dalian Factory. In order to further expand the factory to manufacture locomotives and carriages, Manchuria Railway decided to move the Dalian factory from its original location to Shahekou in the suburbs.

Thousands of workers in the factory and their families have transformed Shahekou from a wasteland into an industrial street in western Dalian in the past four years. This industrial street is centered on the railway factory, and opposite the factory is clearly defined.

The workers' residential area on the northeast side is the workers' residential area built a few years ago. The residences were designed and constructed by the Nippon Architecture Company of Dalian. In the middle of last year, all the former factory employees moved into the new residences, with a total of 754 households.

During the same period of housing construction, an elementary school, a hospital, a post office, 3 bathhouses, a club, 12 loan shops, a soft sword gymnasium, a shrine, a master church, a church, etc. were built.

The number of shops around the residential area is gradually increasing, but just like the shops are run by Japanese, the 754 households in the unique and neat residential area are also Japanese supervisors, technicians, and technicians in the factory. As for those working at the Shahekou Railway Factory

More than 4,000 Chinese workers live in a low-lying area downwind of the factory. It is a completely different scene here. Here, there are only low mud houses, thatched houses, narrow lanes, sewage flowing across, and flies.

It buzzed and the stench hit your nostrils.

It rained in the middle of the night, and the ditch in the middle was already overflowing with water. The ditch was full of red and green thick mud, mixed with garbage, rags, dead mice, dead cats, and dead dogs. The smell in the air

It also makes people sick when they hear it from afar. The overflowing water from the ditch, carrying feces and big-tailed maggots, spreads along the narrow lane in the mud alley.

In the early morning, when the rooster crows for the first time, a man is running wildly in the alley with a quilt in his arms, completely ignoring the sewage, which splashes onto the blue uniform of the railway factory.

But there is a fine. At this moment, the young man's face was full of nervousness. A corner of the sheet fell out, revealing the child's head. The child looked like he was no older than two or three years old.

Behind the man, there was a woman. Maybe it was because her feet were bound. She didn’t run a few steps before she fell into the muddy water full of dirt. But the woman didn’t bother to wipe her hands. She just ran and wiped her tears from time to time.

She fell to the ground, and now the man had already left her behind.

Twenty minutes later, at the Railway Works Affiliated Hospital, Zhang Jinbao, who was covered in sewage and mud, hurriedly rushed into the emergency room with his son in his arms. There was no one in the emergency room, except for two nurses.

"Save my son quickly, he has been burning for three days!"

As soon as he saw the nurses, Zhang Jinbao shouted to them loudly.

When the stench from his body hit his face, the two nurses frowned. One asked him to put the child on the bed, and the other went to find the doctor on duty. After a while, the doctor on duty arrived at the emergency room and looked at the lying child lying on the bed.

The child on the bed took another look at Zhang Jinbao, who was covered in mud, dirty water and smelly, and frowned.

"Chinese?"

After muttering something in Japanese, the doctor asked.

"Registered?"

"What?"

"Register and pay!"

The Chinese nurse on the side quickly explained.

"I am a worker in a factory, this is mine..."

Aren’t they saying that workers in factories get medical treatment for free here?

"You are chinese!"

The nurse said lightly.

The stunned Zhang Jinbao didn't care about this at this moment.

"Nurse, how much does this cost?"

I still have two days to go until I get paid, so I'm strapped for cash.

"Two or three dollars!"

"ah!"

Zhang Jinbao was stunned and looked at his son hiding in the hospital bed. His family really had no money now.

"I, I work in a factory, and my wages are due in two days. Doctor, please be merciful and save my son first. I will definitely make up for it when the time comes, I will definitely make up for it!"

The doctor shook his head. The hospital has regulations that require Chinese people to pay in cash when they come to see a doctor.

"Son, where do I put my beans?"

Accompanied by cries, the door opened, and a woman covered in filth came in.

"Fuck, you look at us here, I'm going to borrow money!"

Seeing that the Japanese doctor was not accommodating and took one look at his son who had a lot of air coming out but not a lot of air coming in, Zhang Jinbao said something and ran out. After another quarter of an hour, he went door to door to borrow money, and Zhang Jinbao came back after he had collected enough money.

When I arrived at the hospital, I just ran to the corridor and saw my wife sitting on a long chair in the corridor.

"Wow"

Five or six silver dollars fell from Zhang Jinbao's hand to the ground.

The woman held her lifeless child and sat blankly in the corridor of the hospital, crying and talking to herself.

"My son, my Xiaodou..."

My son is gone!

Zhang Jinbao was slumped on the ground, staring blankly at his wife, looking at the lifeless beans in her arms, and tears flowed from him.

"Why didn't you know where to borrow money earlier? Why are you so confused!"

While scolding himself, Zhang Jinbao kept slapping himself, slapping himself for being stupid, slapping himself for why he didn't send his son to the hospital earlier, slapping himself for why it was useless, and slapping himself for not even having money to treat his son.

Own……

At this time, a bearded foreigner wearing a black robe and holding a book in his hand passed by them. Seeing this scene, he stopped, made a cross on his chest with his hand, and looked at the person sitting next to him in Chinese.

The woman who called her son's name to herself asked.

"Do you need any help?"

The woman raised her eyes and looked at the foreigner who could speak Chinese, and shook her head.

"It's too late. No one can help me. My child is dead."

Putting his hand on his chest again to make a cross, the foreigner said.

"Yes, he is dead. I may not be able to help you or him, but God can help you."

"God? Who is God?"

The bearded man explained to her for a long time, but the woman seemed to understand. When he finished, the woman asked.

"A man is dead, what can God do for him?"

The bearded man was silent for a moment.

"Let me tell you this, do you want your child to go to heaven after death? Or do you want him to go to hell?"

"What is heaven? What is hell?"

"Heaven is a place where good people go. There will be no more disease, no more pain, no more hunger, only joy, only happiness. I believe your son will be happy there!"

"..."

The beautiful longing for heaven attracted the woman, but at this moment Zhang Jinbao, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly jumped up and stared at the foreigner in front of him with wide eyes.

"Heaven! Where is heaven?"

The foreigner was stunned by a shout.

Where is heaven?

He didn't know that, looking at the couple who had lost their child, the foreigner finally shook his head and sighed and left.

Several dozen minutes passed, until the medical workers from the hospital rushed out. Full of grievances and indignation, Zhang Jinbao left the hospital with his frustrated wife in his arms. When leaving the hospital, he looked back at the hospital and at the hospital.

The doctor in a white robe, Zhang Jinbao, was full of grievances.

I also work in a railway factory, and I am still a middle-level technician, but why, why don't they treat my son, why do the Japanese doctors have to make me pay first, why can the Japanese get it for free, why do I...

…

The grievances turned into sadness and anger.

In the past few years, scenes of the Japanese's unfair treatment of everyone emerged one after another. Finally, Zhang Jinbao stared at the hospital and spat hard.

"A dog-like little Japanese nose!"

But at this moment, holding the child who had gradually become cold and stiff, the lost woman just let the man hold her arm and walk forward. Every step she took, the woman with tears on her face was mumbling.
Chapter completed!