Feng Fatzi led me to the workshop, did not explain a word to me, turned around and left, I took a look at this more than 300 square meters of workshop, a total of six printing presses, the south of the workshop is a big gate, for the transport of paper vehicles in and out, the north is a channel, the other end of the channel is the finished product workshop, responsible for the printing machine printed out of the paper, bound into a book or processed into a bag, desk calendar and other things, each machine has a captain, but also with one or two assistants, that is, apprentices.

After I waited in the workshop for a few minutes, Brother Zhang came over and began to take me to familiarize myself with the machines in the factory.

On the first night of work, my job was to load the printing press, I thought it was an easy job, but I really realized how difficult it was, the printer's paper, a piece of about one square meter, can reach two meters high, and the two-meter-high paper is used up in about twenty minutes, and my movement of moving paper is far from keeping up with the speed of the printing press.

"Xiao Han, you can't put paper on it like this, look at it, it's not neat at all, and the things that are typed out are also crooked!" Brother Zhang saw the paper I put on, shook his head, walked over and picked up a stack of paper to show me, first pushed the stack of paper into an arch, and then slowly shook it open, sure enough, it was a lot smoother, Brother Zhang smiled at me: "See, so that the paper can be flat, and the things that are typed are the same!"

I nodded as if I didn't understand, and picked up a stack of paper, this stack of paper is about more than 20 catties, I didn't feel anything at the beginning of the first few moves, but after a dozen times, my arm has already been out of strength, but I still learned from Brother Zhang's example, and shook the paper.

'Poof!'

The moment I shook the paper, my hand was suddenly scratched seven or eight times, blood flowed out directly, the paper was dyed red, and the cut by the paper was more painful than a knife cut, I frowned, and the paper in my hand was scattered all over the ground.

"Ahh

Seeing that my hand was injured, Brother Zhang directly turned off the machine and helped me wash my hands with mineral water, and an assistant also took out a few band-aids in my coat pocket and came over to help me bandage the wound, looking at the injury on my hand, Brother Zhang also showed his scarred hand and began to comfort me: "If you do this, your hands will be injured, you look at my hands, now they are all old wounds, even if the paper is scratched on it, there is no bleeding!"

"It's just that it's not easy to do, and when I first started doing it, it was like this!" The assistant also showed me his hand, and there were many scars on his hands, some of which had not yet healed.

The comfort of Brother Zhang and his apprentice warmed my heart, and I raised my head and smiled: "Thank you, Brother Zhang, I'm fine!"

"Well, when you come out to work, you have to be bitter and then sweet, just stick to the past!" Brother Zhang patted me on the shoulder and handed over the water: "Drink some water, rest for a while, I really can't learn, then watch how we operate first!"

"Hey, Lao Zhang, why did your machine stop!" Feng Fatzi heard from a distance that the machine here was not moving, and walked over and asked.

"Oh, Xiao Han's hand is scratched, I'll wrap him! It's okay, keep working!" After Brother Zhang finished speaking, he turned around and turned on the machine, and with the roar of the machine, the printed paper was pushed out again.

"Hurt your hand?" Feng Fatzi looked at my hand, and said knowingly, I nodded lightly: "It's okay, don't delay your work!"

"Hehe, you can distinguish the priorities, just don't delay the work!" After Feng Fatzi finished speaking, he glanced at the paper scattered all over the ground, at that time, he was just in time for the cleaner to finish mopping the ground, so the paper was all wet with water, Feng Fatzi picked up a piece of paper and looked at it, and then gestured to me: "Fifty yuan is deducted from the salary!"

“…… "On the first day I came, I didn't know the rules of the factory, but I still understood the truth that I had to compensate for breaking something."

"Lao Feng, it's too much! The paper in this factory is blind every day, and there must be fifteen or six hundred catties without a ton, what are you angry with a child!" Brother Zhang couldn't see it, and said something for me.

"There are rules in the factory, and this rule is not set by me, if you have any opinions, you can tell Mr. Zhang!" After Feng Fatzi finished speaking, he turned around and left, and when he passed by me, he glared at me viciously: "Look at what, go work!"

“……”

After listening to Feng Fatzi's words, I walked to the machine again and began to help with the paper, but because of the injury on my hand, my movements were obviously slower, and the band-aid was quickly slipped off by blood.

Brother Zhang looked at the bloody handprints on the paper and stopped me: "Okay, the hands are like this, don't do this work, I'll tell Xiao Chen in a while, you go to the finished product to help pick up the book, rest for a while!"

I smiled at Brother Zhang gratefully: "Brother Zhang, that old Feng, is this like this to anyone?"

"He's not at you, he's at your uncle, originally he had a relative from his hometown, and he should do the work of warehouse management, but your uncle has been working in the factory for a longer time, and Mr. Zhang can trust him, so let your uncle do it, Lao Feng has been looking for trouble with your uncle recently! It's okay, you don't have to deal with him, he can't care about you!" Brother Zhang patiently explained to me, and then shouted at the finished product workshop: "Xiao Chen!!"

As soon as Brother Zhang's words fell, the tattooed young man in the afternoon took a look at the passage: "What's wrong?"

Brother Zhang stretched out his hand and pointed at me: "Han Fei's hand is injured, let him go to your side to pick up the book!"

"Okay! come here!" the tattooed young man waved at me and called me over.

I thought that Brother Zhang's mouth was talking about picking up books, that is, moving things or something, but when I arrived at the finished product room, I knew that the original book was waiting behind the ironing machine, Xiao Chen put the semi-finished books into the machine in front, and then the machine would brush the side of the book with glue, and finally glue the cover, when I received the first book, I was burned and let go directly.

"Hey, can you do it, you can't do it, don't delay my business, you broke a copy, I'll deduct five yuan from my salary!" Xiao Chen said to me unhappily.

"Not next time!" As I spoke, I had already caught another book, and then put it aside, Xiao Chen saw that I would do it, so he ignored me and went to the front of the machine to get busy.

After an hour, I had several burn scars on my hands, because sometimes there were too many glue brushes, which would overflow at the upper and lower ends of the book, and the glue was melted by the high temperature, and it was a blister when it touched my hand.

I sat behind the machine, I don't know how to insist, anyway, by dawn, I have picked up more than a thousand books by myself, glanced at the clock, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, in the insistence on half an hour, I can get off work, at this time Xiao Chen also stood up, threw me a wallpaper knife, pointed to my next pile of books: "The upper and lower ends of the book, the overflowing glue, all cut off with a knife, don't scratch the book, scratch it will be fined!"

"Well, got it!" I was quite happy after receiving this job, because at least it was much easier than moving paper and picking up books.

After more than 20 minutes of busy work, I got all the flawed books right, Xiao Chen checked it, and nodded with satisfaction: "Let's go, go for breakfast!"

When I was eating breakfast, the crowd was still queuing, I waited for a while, but I didn't see my uncle, until the driver Lao Liu came over and patted me.

"Uncle Liu, morning!" I politely greeted Lao Liu.

"Well, morning!" Lao Liu glanced at my hand and smiled: "Last night, did anyone bully you?"

"No, it's just normal work, what's bullying and not bullying!" I felt very aggrieved, but I replied strongly.

"Haha, let me tell you, when you come out to work, you have to learn to be a bastard, do you know what it means to be a bastard?"

"I know, no one is convinced!" I smiled and nodded.

"That's right!" After seeing me nodding, Lao Liu continued: "The little boy is alone outside, his personality must be bold and cheerful, like you who is silent, who will not bully you when he sees it, remember, I would rather let others be afraid of you than let people think that you are a bully!" Lao Liu put his arm around my shoulder: "Let's go, let's eat!"

"You eat first, Uncle Liu, I still have to wait for my uncle!"

"What are you waiting for, he is in charge of the warehouse, and he doesn't have to be on duty, at this time, it is estimated that he is still in the warehouse and has not woken up, let's go, let's eat first!"

After breakfast, I went back to the dormitory, slept until dinner time, and I didn't even go to Brother Zhang to ask me to have lunch.

After getting up at night, continue to work, today's work is relatively easy, because Director Li of the factory saw that my hand was injured, so he asked me to be with a group of female workers these days, and make the cut cardboard into the kind of handbag that I usually buy clothes, this is very simple, I learned it in more than ten minutes, the age of this group of female workers is not very old, the oldest is Brother Zhang's lover.

In the past few days, I have been following this group of female workers, doing some manual work such as packaging boxes, handbags, calendars, etc., and after a few days, I have become familiar with them.

"Hey, Han Fei, how old are you this year?" a girl named Wang Xiaolin asked me.

"I'll be eighteen in a month!" I replied as I made the box.

"Is it rural over there?"

"No, it's the city, what's wrong?" I asked curiously.

"Then why did you leave your hometown and come to Beijing, I heard that you only earn more than 700 yuan a month, what do you do in your hometown, you don't make more money than this!" the girl said with a smile.

"......" I was stunned.

Brother Zhang's lover was very embarrassed to see me, and scolded the girl: "Don't talk nonsense, Han Fei didn't come to be a handyman, there are so many machines in the factory, as long as you learn the same, and become a master in the future, won't you earn more than your hometown!"

"Hehe......" I laughed and didn't answer, I don't like this factory at all, I feel that I am fundamentally incompatible with here, I don't have a common language with all people, and it's difficult to make friends with them, I can't stand people like Feng Fatzi, who is a big little leader, and he sneers at others, and I can't stand Xiao Chen, they always go to support me and do the work they should do, I'm not afraid of hardship and tiredness, but I don't like to be treated as a fool by others.

'Ring, ring, ring!'

Just as I was thinking about it, my phone rang, and I glanced at it, and it was still an Ayang number, so I put down what I was doing and connected the phone.

"Stupid little Feifei!, what are you doing!" As soon as the phone was connected, Xiao Yu's voice came out.