Opposite the hotel, a large group of people looked up at the roof of a ten-story commercial building.

On the edge of the roof of the business building stood a man in his sixties who looked like a migrant worker, draped in a banner with a few big characters written on it: "Hu Jianren, pay back my hard-earned money!"

Yang Xiaoqian and Yang Xuefu stood in the crowd and looked up at this scene, frowned and glanced at each other, and immediately understood what was going on.

It's almost the Chinese New Year, and the arrears of migrant workers' wages have started again.

This kind of thing is reported on the TV news every year, which is nothing new, Yang Xiaoqian and Yang Xuefu didn't expect that they would encounter this kind of thing in person.

Now that they have met, the two will definitely not sit idly by.

The surrounding crowd was talking, and the two were not busy saving people first, but listened to the discussions of the surrounding crowd first.

"Hey, two migrant workers have jumped down from this building and died two days ago, and this is already the third migrant worker to beg for wages in this way!"

"It's useless, it's useless to use any method, Hu Jianren is nicknamed Hu Papi, he is a local contractor, and the locals don't have to pay for his work, and the outsiders don't expect to get their wages back!"

", the surname Hu is not a thing, call the police, call the media, do you just watch this migrant worker jump down?"

"Hey, it's useless, Hu Papi is a local tyrant, whoever dares to take care of his business, if anyone makes this call, he will soon find out, and then you won't be able to eat and walk around!"

"Shhh, be quiet, Hu Jianren's office is on this building, and soon his men will come out, if they hear you, you will be finished!"

……

Yang Xiaoqian and Yang Xuefu had generally understood, and their faces were gloomy, it turned out that two migrant workers had jumped off from it two days ago without asking for wages, and now they are the third migrant workers who have asked for wages in this way.

"Hu Jianren, come out for me...... Pay me back a year's hard-earned money......"

The migrant workers upstairs became emotional, standing on the edge of the building and yelling, their bodies swaying, and they looked like they would fall at any moment.

"Brother, don't think about it, although money is important, but life is more important! Don't hide it from you, brother, I also work, this is just a year to go home, the boss is in arrears for half a year, I can't help it, we migrant workers are this life, admit it, come down and go home!"

"Brother, don't be like this, what should you do if your wife and children die in your family? Listen to my brother's advice, we don't want money, hurry up, if you have money or not, go home for the New Year!"

"That's right, if you have money or not, go home for the New Year, I also work part-time, and the boss won't give me a month's salary!"

……

Many migrant workers in the crowd of onlookers returned to their hometowns for the New Year, and seeing this scene resonated with grief and indignation, they all told their experiences of being owed wages, and persuaded the migrant workers upstairs not to think about it.

These migrant workers who have returned to their hometowns have been working outside every year, and one of them is counted as one, and they have all encountered the situation of being owed wages by their bosses to a greater or lesser extent.

Yang Xiaoqian was born in a poor peasantry, and he was especially able to understand the mood of these migrant workers, and was instantly infected by their emotions, with tears in his eyes, and planned to go upstairs to persuade the migrant worker to come down, and then accompany him to find the Hu Pai to ask for wages.

At this moment, two strong men in their thirties, five years old and three thick, rushed out of the business building, and the two looked up at the migrant workers upstairs, and shouted viciously:

"What are you old things, what are you screaming for? The paralyzed ones still threaten us with this set! We, Mr. Hu, just don't give you stinky peasant workers, what can you do? If you want to jump, jump quickly, you have already jumped two yesterday, not worse than you!"

"Paralyzed old thing, do you hear it? Jump quickly? Jump if you have a seed, go back to the mountains to feed the pigs if you don't have a seed!"

The locals knew that the two strong men were thugs who were stubbles, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to take a breath, and many of them left.

The migrant workers who passed by were annoyed and rebuked him.

", let you be nosy!"

"Paralyzing you to death!"

The two strong men were extremely arrogant, and when they didn't agree with each other, they rushed up and punched and kicked them, and in an instant, several returned migrant workers fell in a pool of blood.

The old migrant worker upstairs was insulted by the two strong men for a while, and his emotions were even more excited, and he was about to jump down, Yang Xiaoqian and Yang Xuefu didn't care about cleaning up the two fierce strong men first, and teleported to the roof of the building together, Yang Xiaoqian grabbed the old migrant worker and forcibly dragged him to a safe distance.

"Young man, don't worry about me, Hu Jianren owes me a year's hard-earned money, which is the bride price I am going to give to my son for marriage, I haven't got a penny, and my son can't get his daughter-in-law...... I'm not alive anymore, and I won't let him go as a ghost...... You let me die......"

The old migrant worker was emotional, struggling hard, and was determined to jump.

"Hey, you're Uncle Mazi?"

Yang Xiaoqian had close contact with the old migrant workers, and when he saw his pitted pockmarks, he immediately recognized him as Zhao Mazi from Zhaojiagou, a neighboring village in Yangjiagou, and exclaimed in surprise.

Zhao Mazi often drove a donkey cart to the town to sell mountain goods with Yang Xiaoqian's adoptive father Yang Cripple, and the two often complained about drinking old wine with pickles together, Yang Xiaoqian has known him since he was a child.

"You ......"

Zhao Mazi heard him call out his name, calmed down, and looked at Yang Xiaoqian blankly, feeling that this little guy was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was for a while.

"Uncle Mazi, I'm Xiao Qianzi, the son of Yang Cripple, don't you know me?"

Yang Xiaoqian smiled.

"Ah...... You're a little money? You've grown so big, why are you here......? Whoop...... Little money, I'm useless to your Uncle Mazi, I'm in my sixties, I worked hard for a year, I wanted to make some money for my single son to make a bride price and get a daughter-in-law, but I didn't get a penny...... Whew...... My hard-earned money...... My son is in his thirties and hasn't taken a daughter-in-law yet...... There is no bride price money to fight a lifetime of singles......"

Zhao Mazi recognized Yang Xiaoqian, saw his relatives in his hometown, hugged him and howled and cried.

"Uncle Mazi, don't worry, Malegobi, I will ask him to repay you a hundred times the wages owed to you by the Hu Jian people! I will let him kneel in front of you and knock nine times! I will let him call you father!"

Yang Xiaoqian thought of his adoptive father when he saw Zhao Mazi, his nose was sour, tears flowed down his face, his face was blue, he was angry, and he gritted his teeth.

"Uncle Mazi, don't worry, we will definitely help you get your wages back!"

Yang Xuefu's eyes were also red, her pink fists were clenched, her teeth were bitten, and she said hatefully.

(End of chapter)