Durin's Diary

Chapter 39 The Western Express Robbery II
Du Lin opened the door again, and then looked at the old dwarf standing outside the door in surprise.

"Mr. Stone Anvil?" Du Lin remembered the appearance of this dwarf. Although in his eyes, dwarves all looked almost the same, old Stone Anvil often appeared in his grandfather's Duke's Mansion, so Du Lin remembered the old dwarf's face.

"Durin, it's really you." The old dwarf also smiled. He reached out and grabbed Durin's hand and shook it hard.

He was very enthusiastic, which was very consistent with Du Lin's usual impression of Old Stone Anvil, but he didn't think about how strong he was. Du Lin felt like he was about to be smashed to pieces.

Durin let the old dwarf in and poured a cup of tea for the elder. "Mr. Stone Anvil, what brings you here?"

"My comrade came to see you just now. After I heard about it, I thought it must be you." Old Shizhen took the teacup and took a sip. "Honey tea, I haven't had it in several years."

"You haven't been here in recent years. Is it because you are with them?" Durin was a little surprised, because in his memory, this dwarf was a great craftsman who could live well just by teaching apprentices how to make guns and cold weapons in the dwarf dungeon.

"Yes, I'm with them." Having said that, the old dwarf sat down on the small chair in front of Durin. The chair was a little small for the dwarf's horizontally developed body, but the old man didn't seem to care. "Durin, my child, do you think we are doing the right thing?"

"If you don't tell me why, I really don't know how to evaluate you." Du Lin shook his head.

Then the old dwarf stood up, drew aside the curtains, and pointed out the window: "Come and see all this, child."

Du Lin stood up and stood in front of the window. Following the guidance of Old Stone Anvil, he saw the beggars sitting in the corner of the station.

"That's not a reason, Mr. Shizhen. Those beggars have hands and feet. They can sell their labor in exchange for money." Du Lin didn't think it was abnormal. What's wrong with beggars? There are so many people with hands and feet among them. They can be workers or farmers in Lublin. There are many such humans in the territory who can't survive in the human world. They came to Lublin to get job opportunities and create their own value.

"Did you see that child?" Old Stone Anvil did not refute, but continued to guide Du Lin with his finger.

This time, Du Lin saw the little child with messy hair, a dirty big shirt, and pants that were obviously more than two sizes too big.

He and his mother knelt there, seemingly waiting for some kind-hearted person.

"For them? But the child's mother can also go wash clothes..." "Du Lin, can't you have a little more compassion for the poor people in this world?"

Durin was silent for a moment. He looked at the old dwarf in front of him and didn't know what to say. But in the end, Durin chose to give the old dwarf a chance to explain: "You and your friends have robbed so much. How much of it can help children like them and their mothers?"

"Half of the tenant farmers in your grandfather's territory were transferred to Lublin by my organization. The child and her mother will also be transferred there. The child will have a new father, and his mother will have a good husband who will not abandon her. The money we earn will not only maintain the organization's operations and update its equipment, but any excess will be donated to the Church of the Twin Mothers, who will help those farmers..." The old dwarf said this in one breath, looking at Durin. "You can ask Ish, your grandfather. He knows."

Du Lin took a deep breath and nodded: "Okay, then at least now I will admit that you did the right thing."

"Kid, I don't blame you. You come from a privileged background and haven't seen much hardship." Old Stone Anvil finished speaking and patted Du Lin's little head. "Well, Old Stone Anvil is leaving now. I hope I won't wake you up tomorrow."

After Durin saw the old dwarf off, he watched him return to his box before turning around and closing the door.

What does it mean to have not seen much suffering?

Standing in front of the car window again, Du Lin looked at the child... For some reason, Du Lin thought of his appearance in his previous life. Before he met his mentor, it was a very cold winter. The orphanage collapsed under the destruction of the Chaos Guys. Everyone died or escaped. He and the only one who escaped with him, little Jack, hid in a corner of the city, with an oil barrel, some sundries, and a corner away from the wind. The two children used the heat from the burning garbage to keep warm and struggle to survive, even though there was no hope for tomorrow.

But the old dean said that as long as you are alive, there is hope, but when you die, there is nothing.

So Du Lin survived with his friends that day until he met his mentor and had a way out.

At that time, I was just like this child.

At this time, Du Lin saw the yellow-skinned people who were maintaining order began to enter the scene. As they appeared, the beggars began to flee. Many of them had healthy hands and feet and were conscious. In Du Lin's opinion, they were completely capable of supporting themselves.

But when the boy turned around to help his mother up, Du Lin discovered that the woman's leg was lame.

There is nothing wrong with what Lao Shizhen did. A chivalrous thief is always well-known wherever he goes, but a thief is a thief. No matter how time changes or history progresses, they are not worthy of being on the stage. Even if they become the protagonists in movies or TV shows one day, they will be arbitrarily rewritten by future screenwriters.

After all, this world is still missing something, so kind-hearted people like them can only become criminals.

At this time, the child's mother fell to the ground, and most of the men in yellow jackets chased after the fleeing people, while two of them dragged the woman and tried to throw her out of the station.

The train blew its whistle at this time and started to leave the station.

Du Lin looked at the child. He wanted to protect his mother, but was pushed down ruthlessly. The young child turned and hugged the legs of the person in yellow clothes and begged, but the next second his hair was grabbed and pulled aside.

A pot-bellied man in yellow clothes threw the child to the ground while cursing, then raised his baton.

Du Lin watched everything happening in front of him with an expressionless face. He knew that there had never been any savior in this world, but there were emperors, kings and gods.

Exploitation and oppression have been rampant in this world for thirty-one centuries and will surely continue in the future.

why?
Because those saints never came, those who made the emperors, nobles, big businessmen and big capitalists burn with anger never came, and those who killed them so much that their heads rolled never came.

They never lit up the dark night, nor did they preach that all people are equal. Therefore, the suffering on this land continues year after year.

Dühring had learned about the so-called Second Northernism. This ideology was filled with all kinds of people, including capitalists who fished in troubled waters among the crowd, aristocrats who cut corners in the team and made fortunes by following.

Are there true revolutionaries? It's not that there aren't any, but they are still too few.

Compared with the greatest revolution in the history of the earth that Durin knew, it was not worth mentioning. If Durin's father in this life had not been involved in it, Durin would not have wanted to understand it at all - the Second Northernism was the same as the First Northernism. In Durin's view, it was not on the right track from the beginning.

Thinking of this, Du Lin sighed and pulled out his magic wand. If the man really took action, he would definitely take action as well. The strong wind from afar would blow the bastard away.

But at this time, a gentleman stood up.

He used the cane in his hand to stand between the child and the man in yellow clothes.

The train accelerated faster and faster. Du Lin opened the window, leaned out and looked at the gentleman. Finally, he could no longer see him as he was getting farther and farther away from the station.

In the end, Du Lin shrank back with happiness and joy.

In a world where despair and hope coexist...there is always light.

That’s great, isn’t it.

　Thanks to Mr. PAUL2 for the reward, and thank you all for your support. The plot is piling up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)