Fox of France

This morning, little Franz went out early in the morning, preparing to go to school. Little Franz's home is not far from the school, and normally, he doesn't need to go out so early.

But the situation is different recently, because the nearest road to the school is closed, it is said that it is because of some railway being built there. Today, barbed wire fences are erected over there, and soldiers of the National Guard in beautiful uniforms patrol there to prevent little rascals like little Franz from getting in through the ditch under the barbed wire.

There are often signs hanging on these barbed wire fences, with some words written on them, but little Franz still can't recognize them all. According to Huasit, who is two grades older than him, this is some kind of railway built by the government. What construction is guaranteed to be safe, so people are prohibited from passing through these places.

Of course, the government still considered the problem of people walking, so they left a few openings in some places to let everyone pass in an orderly manner. Just to get to the opening, it takes a long detour.

A little rascal like little Franz was naturally unwilling to take a long way. When the road closure first started, he took advantage of a few patrolling National Guards walking away, so he burrowed into the gutter.

Little Franz easily got through the barbed wire, but when he jumped up from the ditch, he was not careful enough, and his schoolbag was hung on the barbed wire. But at this time, those patrolling National Guards just turned around and came back.

If you lose your schoolbag and run away, you can’t lose your schoolbag and run away, because this schoolbag is not easy to come by. It was stitched up bit by bit by my mother with the rags that have been accumulated for many years. If you just lose it like this, you will not be able to go to school. Daddy's sure to blow his ass when he gets back.

So little Franz was caught including his schoolbag. A tall National Guard guy rummaged through his schoolbag, where the textbooks had his name and school class on it. The National Guard took him to a policeman, and handed over the schoolbag and little Franz to the policeman. Then, of course, the policeman took him to the school and handed him over to the school's dean. Mr Ramadon. Then, Mr. Ramadon gave little Franz a severe lesson with a ruler, and then he was thrown to the class teacher Pila, and then Mr. Pila stayed after school to write a review. He wrote several times. It was not put back until Mr. Pilar was satisfied.

Then when I got home, my father asked the truth in a few words, and then little Franz was punished again. Then little Franz just never went through the barbed wire again. Instead, he took a detour honestly.

From the opening left to pass through, little Franz could clearly see what the workers were doing. They said it was paving, but at first they dug a long trench. Then the workers paved the trench with large stones brought from other places. After paving, they laid smaller stones on top. After this layer was paved, it was basically the same as the original one. The road is level.

But it was not over yet, and then someone laid a thick layer of pebbles on it, until this layer of pebbles was obviously much higher than the ground. Stacked into a tall trapezoid.

Then someone laid sleepers and rails on it.

Little Franz went home and told his father what he saw. His father thought about it and said, "This rail should be quite valuable. There will be more policemen here in the future. Otherwise, those foreigners will have to pay for it every day." Run to steal the rails."

Later, in school, Mr. Duran, who taught science, had someone read an article in "Science Pravda" when he was teaching little Franz and the others, and he gave them a popular science about what this kind of railway is used for. There is also a picture of a steam locomotive belching smoke in "Scientific Pravda".

After attending that class, Little Franz and his classmates became even more interested in the train, a magical thing that can run by itself. However, every time he passed the intersection, Little Franz still only saw the railway under construction and the one that had already been repaired, but he never saw a steam train.

One morning, when passing by the intersection, little Franz saw a car running fast on the railway track, but it was not the train in the painting, but a strange kind of train like two people pressing on a seesaw. The little wagon of something—this obviously couldn't be the steam locomotive the newspapers were talking about.

But today's situation is a bit strange. When Little Franz arrived at the intersection specially set aside for people to pass by, he found that the intersection had been blocked by a refusal horse. A few people in blue uniforms stood behind Juma and shouted to everyone: "Everyone, don't worry, the train is coming soon. When the train passes, everyone can leave."

When everyone heard the yelling, they became even more excited—after all, seeing strange things is a common hobby of people all over the world. So everyone squeezed forward together, trying to grab a good seat to see what this train is.

Relying on his small stature, little Franz slammed into the ground like a small loach, but he got to the front in no time.

"Where is it? Where is it?" Little Franz held his schoolbag tightly with both hands - he was afraid that the strap of the schoolbag would be broken when he was pushing forward - his eyes followed the blue steel rails Looking back and forth to the left and right.

"Yeah, where? Where?" More people shouted.

"Over there, over there, look over there, it's smoking!" a sharp-eyed person shouted.

Little Franz quickly looked over there, and sure enough, he saw a moving column of smoke approaching here in the distance.

"That's the smoke from the chimney on the steam locomotive!" Little Franz learned this knowledge from his teacher in science class, and he couldn't help showing it off to the people around him.

It's just that at this time, no one paid attention to him at all, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the smoke column. The speed at which the smoke column moved was very slow at first, but later on, it seemed to be faster. At the same time, the sound of the impact of wheels and rails began to enter everyone's ears.

"Look, look, here it comes!" Someone shouted again.

After the train went around a curve, it really appeared in everyone's field of vision. Perhaps because it was approaching a level crossing, the train slowed down a little, and the driver had already pulled the whistle.

"Woo..."

The loud siren startled everyone.

"Oh, this is scarier than a hundred horses barking together." Someone said.

"It's really... really majestic!" Someone said.

At this time, the train was getting closer and closer, and everyone had never seen such a huge thing before, at such an astonishing speed, with the clang of steel impacting, as well as the permeating steam and thick smoke, in a kind of overwhelming momentum. With momentum, he rushed over.

"Ah!" Someone turned around and wanted to escape.

"Awesome!" Someone cheered loudly.

But the sound of all this was suppressed by the sound of the locomotive. The steam locomotive whizzed by in front of everyone.

"It's still so long!"

"Like a long snake!"

Behind the locomotive is the truck being towed. Some of these trucks are the ones with carriages, and some are simply flatbeds. Everyone can't see what's inside the carriage, but everyone can see those things on the flatbed. Some of the flatbed carts were dragged with horse-drawn carriages, and some flatbed carts were even more exciting, with all kinds of cannons directly placed on them—this was obviously an exhibit at the Pakistan Fair that was sent to the Palace of Liberty.

The train was running so fast that it passed by in the blink of an eye. Then some men in black uniforms came up and moved the horse away, and traffic resumed.

In the following days, along the railway line, there were always people watching the trains, and even some painters simply took their drawing boards, brackets, and a small chair and sat there sketching. For a time, this railway line turned out to be another landscape in Paris.

At the same time, "Scientific Pravda" and other newspapers also began to focus on comprehensive coverage of the railway. "Science Pravda" even exclusively published an exclusive interview with Mr. Messier, the executive director of the French railway company. In this interview, Messier revealed a secret - the main purpose of the railway from the Champ de Mars to the Palace of Liberty is not freight, but passenger transport. The railway transportation company will officially launch the world's first passenger train on the opening day of the "Second Pakistan Fair". At that time, the people of Paris can buy tickets and go to the Liberty Palace to visit the grand event.

As for the fare issue that everyone will be very concerned about, Mr. Messier said that the railway transportation company is a company that is committed to providing better services for the French people. We do passenger transportation to serve the public without making money. Therefore, the ticket price will definitely not be high, as long as the cost can be maintained. Of course, the company is still studying the specific ticket price.

Because Messier did not reveal how much the ticket price was, many media began to play guessing games. Many newspapers began to study the cost of the railway transportation company in a serious manner, and then based on their estimated costs, they speculated how much the fare of "serving the public without making money" was.

However, under the arrangement of caring people, these newspapers are intentionally high on the operating cost of the railway transportation company, and the fare they get is naturally high, although it is still cheaper than renting a carriage. Few, but the poor at the bottom still have to grit their teeth if they want to take such a train.

Then Mr. Messier released the news, saying that the fare of passenger railway transportation is actually lower than the media guessed, "it can fully afford the workers in Paris." Because they will compensate for the loss of lower-priced tickets with the fares of high-end luxury cars for the rich.

"We do passenger transport just to serve the public without making money." Finally, Mr. Messier re-emphasized the concept of the railway transportation company.

I should have added yesterday's update today. I didn't expect that when I went to work today, there would be a lot of messy things, and I almost didn't have time to write a word. I had no choice but to break my promise and gain weight. Alas, the weight is already 80 kilograms, and it's still like this, what a pit.