America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 379 Workers at the Explosives Factory
Suburbs of San Francisco, California Dynamite Plant.

Thanks to Chen Jianqiu, Henry Dupont was so angry that he fell ill and soon went to see his grandfather and great-grandfather on a snowy night.

Old Henry left like this, and the most promising heir, Ramon Dupont, left before him.

DuPont was completely screwed.

They decided to separate.

The heirs of the DuPont family believed that the original family-style "partnership" system and public ownership of property were no longer suitable for the new form of competition, so they changed it to a joint-stock system.

The new president, Ujen Dupont, was obviously not a big-hearted person, and he began to crowd out anyone in the Dupont family who could pose a threat to him.

At the same time, he also knew that the situation was irreversible, so he began to build a new factory building at the California Gunpowder Factory, which he controlled, and began to produce explosives.

The factory area is surrounded by four thick walls, and at the same time, it is divided into a nine-square grid.

Each grid is a factory building, and between the factory buildings is a high earth wall.

That way, if one plant explodes unexpectedly, the walls protect other production and storage facilities from the shock wave and debris.

Of course, those workers in the factory are bound to die.

In one of the workshops, a young man with blond hair is concentrating on his work.

In front of him is a big reaction tank,
Glycerin reacts with a mixture of sulfuric and nitric acids in the reaction tank to obtain nitroglycerin, the main ingredient of explosives.

This reaction generates a lot of heat and takes about five to 10 minutes.

What young people have to do is to stare at the thermometer and control the valve of the cooling faucet.

If the temperature is too high, he will fly into the sky with this factory building.

The young man sits on a special one-legged stool in which he must constantly maintain his balance and avoid falling.

This special stool is for him not to doze off while working.

"Well, it's finally over." The young man looked at the clock and thermometer.

It seems that the production of this batch of nitroglycerin has come to an end.

The rest is to wait for other people to come and ship the finished product to cool down, and then add new raw materials for the next batch of production.

He stood up, moved his cervical spine, and looked outside the door.

A supervisor wandered back and forth in each factory building to prevent workers from being lazy.

The young man had to take a break while the overseer's ass was turned towards him.

They have to work sixteen hours a day without weekends. If they keep staring at such a high intensity, no one can bear it.

A worker came in pushing raw materials.

He glanced at the young man, leaned closer to the reaction vessel, and then whispered to him, "Hey, Moody, there's a party in the tavern tonight, do you want to go?"

The young man glanced at him, with a smile on his face, shining into people's hearts like a ray of sunshine.

His original name was Holly Romney, and under the order of Chen Jianqiu, he used the pseudonym Moody to sneak into the California Explosives Factory as an undercover agent.

Hawley was a real worker, though.

While in Roswell, he had been working in a dynamite factory.

He was Hudson Maxim's best assistant.

To evaluate him in Hudson's words, he is bold and careful.

Holly also lowered his head, and whispered, "Be careful that Jenna will trouble you again."

Hunter curled his lips: "What can she do to me?"

"No chatting at work!"

Holly turned his head and found that the overseer's head had just turned this way, staring straight at them.

He patted Hunter on the shoulder: "Keep working, or this month's salary will be deducted again."

However, at this time, a person ran in from the gate of the factory, shouting while running:

"Hunter! Hunter! Something happened to your son!"

Upon hearing this, Hunter quickly put down the things in his hand, turned his head and rushed out of the factory building.

"What's wrong with my son?" He rushed to the man and asked anxiously.

"Your son cut off his finger while cutting fish in the factory, and the blood was all over the floor!"

The messenger said while panting heavily.

The Hunters were immigrants from the East.

He did not catch up with the good time of mining, so he had to enter the explosives factory with his wife to make a living.

His wife, Jenna, mixes nitroglycerin and diatomaceous earth in a workshop on the other side, while he himself handles the raw materials.

To subsidize households.

Hunter's 10-year-old son also cuts fish at a nearby fishery.

In general, if the injury is minor, these child workers will simply deal with it and continue working.

Because their parents have absolutely no time for them.

But now, according to the messenger's description, it seems that Little Hunter can no longer handle it by himself.

Hunter glanced at the things in the workshop and hesitated.

"Hey, hey, hurry back to work! Who told you to chat here!?" The supervisor walked over.

He was extremely dissatisfied with the two workers talking at the factory gate in front of him.

If everyone speaks a word, one minute is wasted. If hundreds of workers in the whole factory add up, wouldn't it be a few hours wasted?
"Sir, something happened to my son, can I go and see him?" Hunter said to the supervisor in a low voice.

"It doesn't count if I say it, but I want to tell you that the boss didn't hire you here to spend time on your own private affairs!" The supervisor looked resigned.

"Sir! If it was a minor injury, I wouldn't go, but now my son's injury may be a little serious." Hunter was almost begging, "Don't you have a son?"

The overseer's face twitched.

He did not have a son, nor a daughter.

For this reason, he quarreled with his wife many times.

"It's useless for you to go, do you know medical skills? It's better to let your son go to the doctor by himself." The supervisor said angrily.

"So let me go with him." A voice sounded from behind them.

The three looked back and found that it was Holly with blond hair.

"I know some first aid skills, take me there quickly." He said to Hunter.

"Are you crazy? Can you leave your post without authorization? The reaction vessel must explode?!" The supervisor pointed at Holly and ran into the workshop.

"Don't shake, this batch has already been produced! The temperature has dropped!" Holly shouted at the supervisor's back, "Find someone to replace me first! We'll be back in a while!"

Then, he turned his head and said to Hunter, "Let's go quickly, the child is important."

"Stop, both of you!"

"Go ahead and try!

"Okay, you guys wait!"

The overseer's voice was getting farther and farther behind, and Holly didn't even turn his head.

The messenger led the two of them all the way to the gate of the aquatic product factory.

A stench of saltiness and wetness came from the factory.

Holly rushed through the door first.

The light in the room was very dim, and the ground was damp and strewn with fish guts and scales.

A group of children are busy around a table.

They pulled fish steaks from the mountains of fish that lay on the table, then cut off their heads and tails with sharp knives, and dropped them into the boxes beside them.

One after another, over and over again.

Hunter's son sat alone in the corner, clutching his hands, his face pale.

His eyes were red, and there were tears on his face.

Holly hurried forward and checked Little Hunter's injuries.

The front half of the finger was almost completely cut off.

Ten fingers connected to heart must be very painful.

"Go to where I live, I have medicine and bandages," Hawley said.

Old Hunter picked up his son, followed Holly, and walked out the door.

In the dormitory, Hawley took out the medicine and first aid kit his mother had prepared for him, and bandaged Little Hunter.

"You can play here, we are going back to work." Holly bent down and said to Little Hunter with a smile.

He shaved Little Hunter's nose like a big brother, then picked up his clothes from the side bed, and walked out the door with Old Hunter.

When they returned to the factory, the supervisor had disappeared.

Hawley didn't know if he was off to snitch or something.

He returned to his post.

During this period, Hunter came again several times.

He has been looking absently in the direction of the factory gate.

Hunter was a little worried that what he did just now would have a bad impact on himself and Hawley.

If you do get fired.

Then I have to find another job.

However, what he feared happened.

Not long after, the supervisor appeared at the door of the factory building and shouted to the inside:

"Moody! Hunter! This shift is over, come to the manager's office!"

(End of this chapter)