People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 635 Little Fester Looking for Grandma

The Sarkaz are not the source of the problem.

As soon as the doctor said this point of view, Fester fell into confusion and... a little resentment.

Fester suddenly lost the desire to speak. He nodded without refutation and walked the doctor through the factory skillfully.

The doctor saw Fester's mentality, smiled and took the initiative to talk:

"Before you came here, you told me that this factory is in charge of your grandmother?"

"Ah."

Fester nodded: "But it's best not to go in through the main entrance directly. She will definitely chase you out. Go around other people and see my grandma directly."

"It seems there are some disagreements between you."

"Yes, my grandmother... has a lot to consider, such as the operation of the factory and the lives of the workers."

Fester ducked down and crawled under a pipe. His back accidentally rubbed against the pipe, and he looked dazed: "I have grown taller. When I left, I just lowered my head and crawled under it.

That year, I tried to resist the Sarkaz and hid a batch of goods from the factory. In the end, I was scolded by my grandmother. I was unwilling to work for the Sarkaz who occupied my homeland, so I chose to leave the factory and join the Self-help Army. "

The doctor followed him and ducked through the pipe, chuckling:

"So you are returning home in glory, Mr. Fester, captain of the Self-rescue Army."

"Doctor, please don't tease me at this time." Fester smiled bitterly, "My grandma won't care about this. She will definitely teach me a lesson when she sees me."

"From your words, your grandmother seems to be a very strict person."

"No, she's very gentle."

As Fester spoke, he gently pushed open a dusty window in front of him.

The window that had not been opened for years made a harsh squeak, and dust fell off, choking Fester and making him frown.

He coughed twice, waved his hands to disperse the dust, looked up into the factory, and then swiftly moved in.

The doctor followed Fester into the window, and as soon as he landed, he saw Fester bumping head-on with a worker.

The worker was stunned when he saw Fester. It took him a few seconds to slowly overlap the image of Fester in front of him with the image of the little kid who left the factory a few years ago.

A smile bloomed on the worker's face and he walked towards Fester.

"Shh!" Fester quickly made a gesture for silence. "Pat, don't make any sound. Just pretend you didn't see me. I have to go see my grandma first."

The worker named Pat paused, nodded knowingly, hid his smile, turned and left, as if he had never seen Fester.

"You seem to have a very good relationship with the workers." The doctor whispered from behind Fester.

"Well, the workers in the factory are all old acquaintances of Highbury. Their ancestors have lived in Londinium for generations."

Fester was in a noisy factory environment, but the sound of machinery operating constantly echoing in his ears did not disturb him at all. Instead, it made him relax.

"Workers like Pat have been working in the factory since I was a kid." Fester said as he led the doctor to carefully shuttle between the machines. "In a sense, I have regarded them as my family.

I have always been proud to know them, and to be a Highbury worker, and as my grandmother said, with a hammer in my hand, and with one blow after another, I can make a steam suit of armor.

I kept hammering, and then my children, and my children's children, kept hammering... and we had Londinium."

"Yes, the workers, a group of ordinary yet great guys." The doctor couldn't help but sigh.

"Thank you."

Faced with the doctor's straightforward praise, Feste felt a little shy.

The doctor glanced at Fester and smiled.

What he didn't say was that the guys who created Londinium were not the masters of Londinium.

Following behind Fester, the doctor's thoughts gradually drifted away. He thought of the dukes outside the city who were restraining each other and scheming against each other, of Vina who was looking for the Breath of Kings in the city, and of Qi Yan who was tinkering with his new nursing home...

During the time when the doctor was distracted, Fester had already skillfully moved to the center of the workshop.

He stopped behind an older Filling lady with gray hair.

The elderly Ms. Filin was standing in front of a machine, with her head down, immersed in the drawings in front of her. Perhaps she noticed the footsteps behind her, but she just thought it was a worker passing by and continued to examine the drawings in front of her.

Her short gray hair was loose and had not been carefully groomed, but it was clean and neat. Her work clothes were a little old, but they were also washed very cleanly and were not covered in grease like some other workers.

Without Fester's introduction, the doctor knew that this lady was the grandmother, Catherine, that Fester had been talking about all the way.

At this moment, Catherine still did not look back. After confirming the details on the drawing, she took out a wrench from her pocket and began to repair the broken machine in front of her.

But the wrench Catherine carried with her was one size off, which made her frown.

"It's this type of wrench."

Fester took out the corresponding wrench from his pocket and handed it to Catherine.

Catherine responded without turning her head, took the wrench and started turning the screws.

Noticing that the person behind her had not left after using the wrench, Catherine continued to scold without turning back:

"If you have something to report, just say so. If you don't, just get back to work. If you delay progress, be careful or the Sarkaz will use your head as a nail and hammer it into the steel!"

"The Sarkaz probably doesn't have time to knock me on the head right now." Fester chuckled.

"Ok?"

Catherine finally turned around when she heard the familiar voice.

She was obviously stunned for a moment when she saw Fester, but she quickly regained her composure, even a little indifferent:

"It's you... Pat, come here!"

"I... I'm here..."

When Pat heard Catherine's call, he hurried over nervously, waiting for the upcoming scolding.

Catherine pointed at Fester and scolded Pat:

"You actually allowed strangers to enter the most important unloading area of ​​the factory. Do you think life has been too easy recently? Or do you think that the battle of the Sarkaz outside will not affect you?"

"Grandma, this has nothing to do with Pat. I sneaked in by myself." Fester took the initiative to step forward and take responsibility.

"Okay, Pat, go back and call Tommy and Dai. None of the three of you on duty can escape." Catherine ordered with a stern face, "Go and reflect on your actions!"

Pat scratched his head, smiled bitterly, and turned to accept the punishment for this much noise but little rain.

After Pat left, Catherine looked back at Fester and the Doctor.

Before Fester could speak, Catherine said decisively:

"You, and this weird guy next to you, come with me."

The doctor's face under the mask was a little confused. He pointed at himself and asked in confusion:

"Is the weird guy calling me?"

Fester shrugged and said jokingly:

"After all, Qi Yan is not here. Apart from you, who else can be called a weirdo?"

Doctor: "...I was careless. If I had known, I would have called the white-haired dog to take the blame for me."