America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 379 Workers at the Explosives Factory

San Francisco suburbs, California Dynamite Plant.

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

After Henry Sr. left, the most promising heir, Ramon Dupont, died before him.

DuPont was in complete disarray.

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, Eugene Dupont, was obviously not a generous person, and he began to exclude 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 at the California Gunpowder Factory, which he controlled, and began to produce explosives.

The factory area is surrounded by four thick walls, and is divided into a nine-square grid shape.

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

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

He kept looking absentmindedly in the direction of the factory entrance.

In order to subsidize the family income.

The overseer's voice was getting farther and farther behind, and Holly didn't even look back.

The messenger said while breathing heavily.

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

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

An overseer wanders back and forth in each factory to prevent workers from being lazy.

"Are you crazy? Can you leave your post without authorization? The reaction vessel must not explode?!" The supervisor pointed at Holly and ran towards the workshop.

He glanced at the young man, then moved to the edge of the reaction vessel, and then quietly said to him: "Hey, Moody, there is a party in the pub tonight, do you want to go?"

Hunter was a little worried that what he had just done would have a bad impact on himself and Holly.

He returned to his post.

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

But now, according to the reporter's description, it seems that it is no longer something that little Hunter can handle on his own.

Hunter pouted: "What can an old bitch do to me?"

A salty, wet smell came from the factory.

"It doesn't matter what I said, but I want to tell you that the boss hired you not to let you spend time dealing with your own personal affairs!" The supervisor looked unimpressed.

His wife Jenna was mixing nitroglycerine and diatomaceous earth in the workshop on the other side, while he himself was responsible for moving the raw materials.

This way, if an accidental explosion occurred at one plant, the walls would protect other production and storage facilities from shock waves and debris.

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

The Hunter family were immigrants from the east.

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

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

Because their parents have absolutely no time to take care of them.

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

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

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

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

For this reason, he had many quarrels with his wife.

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

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

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

"You two stop!"

It is true that he has no son or daughter.

Holly hurriedly stepped forward and checked on little Hunter's injury.

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

"You can play here, we have to go back to work." Holly bent down and said to little Hunter with a smile.

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

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

During this period, Hunter came several more times.

They have to work sixteen hours a day, with no weekend breaks. If they continue to be watched with such intensity all the time, no one can bear it.

A worker came in pushing raw materials.

"Don't waver, this batch has been produced! The temperature has dropped!" Holly shouted at the back of the supervisor, "You need to find someone to replace me first! We will be back in a moment!"

All that's left is to wait for others to come over and transport the finished product out for cooling, and then add new raw materials for the next batch of production.

In the dormitory, Holly took out the medicine and first aid kit prepared by his mother and bandaged little Hunter.

"It's useless if you go. Do you know medical skills? It's better to let your son find a doctor by himself." The supervisor said angrily.

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

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

One after another, over and over again.

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

This reaction generates a lot of heat and takes about fifty minutes.

This special stool is designed to prevent him from dozing off while working.

"Okay, you guys are waiting!"

In front of him was a large reaction tank.

Glycerin reacts with a mixture of sulfuric acid and nitric acid in the reaction tank to finally obtain nitroglycerin, the main component of explosives.

Holly also lowered his head and whispered: "Be careful of Jenna causing trouble for you again."

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

"No chatting while working!"

Hunter's son was sitting alone in the corner, covering his hands and looking pale.

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

It must be very painful to have your fingers connected to your heart.

Generally, if the injury is minor, these child workers will simply take care of it themselves and continue working.

However, at this time, a man ran in from the factory gate, shouting as he ran:

The overseer's face twitched.

Hunter looked at the things in the workshop and hesitated.

He patted Hunter on the shoulder: "Keep working, otherwise your salary will be deducted again this month."

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

Holly burst through the door first.

But Holly is really a real worker.

A group of children gathered around a table and were busy.

They pulled the fish steaks from the pile of fish on the table, cut off their heads and tails with sharp knives, and threw them into the frame beside them.

When Hunter heard this, he quickly put down what he was holding, turned around and rushed out of the factory.

While in Roswell, he had been working in an explosives factory.

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

If everyone says one thing, it is a waste of one minute. If hundreds of workers in the whole factory are put together, wouldn't it be a waste of several hours?

"Sir, something happened to my son. Can I go see him?" Hunter said to the supervisor in a low voice.

His real name was Holly Romney. On Chen Jianqiu's orders, he changed his name to Moody and sneaked into the California explosives factory to work as an undercover agent.

"You try to go forward again!

The light in the room was very dark, the ground was very damp, and there were fish internal organs and scales scattered around.

If you really get fired.

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

He was Hudson Maxim's best assistant.

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

The three of them looked back and saw that it was Holly with blond hair.

The person who reported the news took the two of them all the way to the gate of the aquatic product plant.

Holly didn't know if he was going to snitch or what he was going to do.

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

He scraped little Hunter's nose like a big brother, then picked up his clothes from the bed on one side, and walked out of the door with Old Hunter.

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