Laizi must have brought it ready-made today, and he didn't wash rice. I finished the fine work in the water room, and unconsciously squatted my legs numb, and my mind flew when I worked, and my eyes had drifted to the outside of a window covered with a curtain, and I was listening to the secrets on the other side of the curtain•••••• but fortunately, I didn't have to think much about the work of washing rice, and I could do it with habitual movements. Sometimes the consciousness of our own subject is not in front of us, and it has long been imaginative, and we do not know where to go. Consciousness can travel through the past and the future, falling at random where you have reached or never been able to reach, and interpreting a story that belongs only to each person. I stood up, moved my legs and feet, and placed the lunch box and the vegetable box on the wooden shelves in the water room. Looking through the partition window, Aunt Wang had come to work after taking sick leave. According to common sense, her family's "smoker" has passed away, and she shouldn't be endlessly twisting dry tobacco. But I saw that Aunt Wang was still the same as before, sitting in the room inside the water room, sitting next to the old table that was not black and yellow, holding a big dustpan, one after another, rolling dry tobacco.

After all, we are familiar workers, but she is actually on maternity leave. She is old and on maternity leave, she must be embarrassed to say it, and she doesn't want to be known by outsiders. I was hesitating to enter the house, say a word, and say hello by the way.

"The king is here. The king is coming. Are you all right? are you all right?" said the old man, who walked into the water room with a large pipe, and shouted as soon as he stepped through the door. I saw Aunt Wang hear the shouting, quickly put the dustpan on the table, stood up awkwardly, and responded with a smile on her face: "Come, come." It's Master Wang, right? It's just appendicitis, and it's fine. Come in, come in, huh?"

"Yo, yo. That place is really old and inflamed! Just take it away, and it won't get inflamed again! What do you call it! Let's all go together? It's enough for your family to do a lot of work!" said the old king, as he walked inside, and kept glaring at me.

"yes, yes. God arranged it like this, no one can stop it! Fortunately, the neighbors, colleagues and leaders, everyone helped, otherwise I would not have been able to get over this hurdle!" Aunt Wang said in a rambling manner. Her words were noticeably more than before, and she used to be like a moving stake, wooden and dull, with a lack of rich expression and not much to talk about. Now looking at her expression when she speaks, it obviously increases the layering, from time to time exuding the feminine and feminine and some cunning color. Judging from her figure, she is also rounder than before, as if she is redeveloping, her front is already bulging, and her back is also full. It can only be said that the roots of her stump, which is about to dry up, have been resurrected for unknown reasons, and have begun to absorb nutrients and water, and are about to send out new branches and leaves in a spring.

"Why are you still twisting the big dry tobacco! Okay, isn't this one gone?" the old king asked when he entered the house, saw the dustpan on the table, and was puzzled.

"Ah, that's right. No one thought that my family's 'Yi Bar' would just leave! During the Chinese New Year this year, I also asked someone to bring a few bundles of good tobacco leaves from my hometown. When he left, no one smoked, and you said if you threw it away, but it's a pity! I'll just twist it and put it away, and whoever wants to smoke it will take one. Aunt Wang saw the old Wang Tou enter the house, sat down again, and said again.

"I'll have a pot first!" said the old Wang Tou, who walked over, grabbed a pinch of tobacco leaves from the dustpan, pressed them into the pipe, and glanced at Aunt Wang.

"I have a ready-made one, can I get one for Brother Wang?" As she spoke, Aunt Wang had already rolled up a dry tobacco. She stuck her tongue out and licked the tail of the dry tobacco roll quickly, and finally twisted it with her slender fingers, and then handed it to the old king's eyes.

"Haha. Forget it, I'm good at smoking this pipe. You'd better leave it to someone else, right?" Old Wang bent down, picked up a box of matches from the dustpan on the table, and he didn't immediately light the pipe, but still glanced at Aunt Wang and said. The old man rarely smoked in the morning, and usually smoked one cigarette after another at noon, and smoked for half a day.

"Brother Wang, do you think this cigarette is sticking to my spit?" said Aunt Wang, disgustedly. Then he casually threw the freshly rolled dry cigarette roll into the dustpan.

"No, no, my old man dares to dislike you! Why don't I take two of them and keep them for later? The old king retorted eagerly. As he spoke, he quickly pinched out two dry cigarette rolls from the dustpan and clamped them on his ears.

"Squinting" also walked into the water room at this time. She's a very arrogant person, she rarely interacts with workers like me, and even if she comes into contact, it's polite, so I still don't know what her last name is, anyway, everyone calls her "squinting" behind her back. She and I looked at each other and smiled. As she walked past me, I smelled a special aroma. The aroma is not too strong, but it gets into the nose and lingers for a long time. She is also wearing the most popular beige suit, but obviously she is not dressed as Lao Bai, maybe she is a little thin.

"Squinting" stopped when he walked into the doorway inside. This happened to be the blind spot of my vision, and I could only see one of her arms and one leg. When she first entered, she didn't speak, it must be because the old king was in the house, and it was inconvenient for her to speak. After a while, the old Wang Tou either didn't feel anything, or deliberately didn't leave, so she tried her best to lower her voice and said unceremoniously: "Old thing, what are you still talking about here?"

"My old guy is in the way of you? I am chatting with my eldest sister for a while, who is in the way?" the old king looked back and glared at her, and said as if he was puffing up. "Squinting" is very unusual to talk to Lao Wangtou like this, even if it is a joke between colleagues, it is a bit excessive. Although the term "old thing" is sometimes considered a term of endearment on some occasions, the relationship between the two parties must reach a certain depth before it can be so joking. Looking at the old Wang Tou again, it was obvious that he was pretending to be angry, and he didn't want to go against her will. He rolled his eyes a few times mischievously, and then said, "People are old, and it's annoying to be there! Let's go back to our little shed and be imprisoned." As he spoke, he squeezed out of his squinting eyes. When I came outside, he still glanced at me for a while, and then he picked up his pipe, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the water room.

"Are all the old hens stewed and eaten? It's so easy for me to get it from the countryside. As soon as the old Wang Tou went out, "squinting eyes" leaned towards Aunt Wang's side, and said in a low voice as much as possible.

"I've bothered you a lot, and I've sent an old hen, what a lot of money? We are working women, not so squeamish!" Aunt Wang said in a low voice as much as she could, as she was infected.

"This is fate, our girls, we will have to move around in the future, what's wrong with the working women? Are you •••••• older?"

"Older •••••• aren't you just going down •••••• it's all good over there, right?"

"It's good, it's good. It's hard to recover when you're •••••• old! ”。

The two women in the back room didn't finish talking until the end, but they were able to communicate smoothly with their eyes and body language. "Squinting" rarely gossips with the aunts in the courtyard, and never makes do with them. I don't know why, but she treats Aunt Wang differently, Aunt Wang's family does things, she runs before and after, and also sends the old hen. Maybe it's because you envy other people's old trees and new flowers?

I watched them communicate like this, although it was smooth, but it was too much effort, and I suddenly realized that the two women in the back room were talking quite attentively because there were still a pair of ears in the outhouse. I got up and walked out in amusement, almost colliding with Lao Huang, who had walked in in a hurry. Lao Huang reacted very quickly, took a step back and said to me: "Hurry up and change your clothes, I have a good errand today!"

I changed into my work clothes, and Lao Li had already driven the car outside the gate and was waiting there. I climbed into the car and saw Changqing's face on his face, not at all like he was going to do something. Just now I saw the joy on the old yellow face, and I thought there was something really wrong. Looking at the seclusion again, it is simply fully armed. He wore a pair of rain boots that he only wore when it rained, a hood on his head, and a mask, showing only a pair of eyes. Even so, I could see his frown furrowed, extremely reluctant.

"What's the errand?" I asked.

"Go pull pig!" Changqing replied indignantly.

"And a factory that uses pig?" I said, puzzled. But seeing that Youjing was so embarrassed, he didn't talk too much.

Just twenty or thirty meters downhill from our yard, there is a small street factory on the side of the road, and you can see the gate as soon as you come out of the gate of our yard. The first time I passed by there, I saw scrap copper and iron piled up in the yard, and I thought it was a scrap yard. After a while, I learned that this was a street-run metal factory, and I still didn't know what was produced.

As soon as I got in the car, I saw the entrance of the small factory bustling with activity. Many neatly dressed men and women of all ages came and went, coming and going. A few days ago, Xiao Qiang and Xiao Gang, who fought to death in our yard, actually didn't hold a grudge, reconciled, worked together, and were putting signs on the door. They talked and laughed, as if they were brothers. There is no doubt that the protagonist of this scene is the "big back" who rushed into the courtyard with an iron pickaxe that day. Boss Qi also changed into a newly made "cadre uniform", ushered in the send-off, and talked and laughed. "Little Backhead" is also among them, and Xiao Jiang may be responsible for picking up relatives and friends from afar. When I got into the car, I saw him running into the factory gate with a person on a "Great Happiness", and after a while, he ran out with a person on his back.

The car slid downward, and when it passed the door of the factory, the sign on the doorpile was already hanging. A brand-new shiny sign, with black letters on a white ground, that reads: Shengli Metal Products Factory. At this time, Boss Qi walked out with a large plate of firecrackers, probably Lao Li in the car waved his hand at him first, so he waved his hand a few times in a very grand manner in the cab first. He looked at the car, recognized us, smiled very kindly, waved at us, and shouted, "Little brothers, come to me for a drink after work today! Changqing and I also smiled and waved at him, but didn't reply, nodded and answered. Youjing still frowned, indifferent. He was still immersed in his own reluctance, as if he was isolated from the world, and he didn't even feel what was happening in front of him.

The car turned two corners, and when it saw that it was about to reach the main road, Lao Li lit the fire. It seems that Lao Li is also very disgusted with today's messengers, and he deliberately resists and grinds foreign workers. Lao Li is still admirable at this point, he is never flattering. As soon as the car started, the sound of firecrackers from the "Victory Metal Products" factory above also sounded.

"8:48. Changqing raised his arm, looked at the Huang Cancan's automatic watch on his wrist and said. This kind of watch is very difficult to buy in the world, and it is said that it requires foreign exchange rolls.

"It's exquisite!" I said, looking at my Shanghai watch, echoing him. Shanghai brand watches are also good, and his expensive watches are not bad every second.

The sound of firecrackers at the "Victory Metal Products Factory" kept ringing, and when we came to the main road, we heard the firecrackers on it again. At this time, it was past the rush hour for work, but the main road seemed to be more congested than usual except for the noise of bicycle bells. Because judging from the perception information of color, the street is no longer the rush of the old green, dark yellow, and blue-gray mixed with the flow. The iron shells of various sizes and lengths of the rushing stream are often stained with a deep red and the bright yellow of a leaf whose name you don't know can only be seen in autumn. In terms of sound perception information, it is no longer the roar of the clumsy and heavy motor that hits the ears, but the "humming" sound of the electric power driving the wheels, and the sound of the piston and cylinder block that is light and swift. It's like adding a light and loud trumpet to a symphony that was just gongs, drums, and hammers.

"What kind of car is this, so fast, so light?" I couldn't help but ask Changqing when I saw the occasional dark red car speeding past us.

"Soviet 'Rada'. Changqing said very expertly.

"What about the yellow one?"

"Polish 'Genc'".

The car ran not too far out of the city and stopped in front of a rather large factory yard. Just looking at the tall gatehouse in front of it, you know that this is a good unit. The two door pillars can be four or five meters high, the outer skin is inlaid with blue-gray marble, and the top of the pillar is carved with three small red flags waving in the wind. A big sign that seems to be carved is almost as high as the door post, and the sign is black ground gold characters, and the raised words on it are: XX City Meat Factory.

Lao Huang jumped out of the car, took small steps, came to the guard's room like a watchtower in the door, said hello to the doorman, and then waved at us and called the car to drive in. Changqing looked at Youjing, saw that he was still like a wood carving, maintained a reluctant look, and said to him with concern: "Why don't you get out of the car?" ”

"Yes, the work is not heavy, it is dirty, and you don't need to interfere. I also said with concern.

Youjing didn't reply, just shook her head vigorously.

The site of this meat factory is really not small, the factory area is built around a small hill, and there are several tall and spacious factories in the factory yard. There is also a small garden in the center of the courtyard, there is an artificial lake in the garden, and an octagonal pavilion with eaves and paintings has been built in the lake, which looks at some elegant and quiet atmosphere. The car drove up an uphill asphalt road and stopped behind the last factory building. Bursts of hoarse pig cries came from the factory, and you didn't need to ask to know that this was a pig killing workshop. The pigs screamed harshly, and with their last howl they protested against the slaughter of the flesh that was in the fattening stage. It was a sharp and feeble protest, but the howls were meaningless noise, and they were struggles that left no trace.

"They're pitiful enough, too!" said Changqing kindly.

Legend has it that God was not satisfied with the world as it was, so he changed the world back to its original state. And when he had finished, he said to the animals, "I am leaving, do you have anything to do with me?" and the animals knelt before God, and pointed to the monkeys playing on the edge of the forest, and said, "Take them all away!"

"That's exactly what happened!" Changqing nodded, affirmatively. Youjing may have also been amused, although he couldn't see his smile through the mask, he finally stretched his brows.

"You don't have to take it all away, why don't you just take the female monkey away?" Raiko interjected, poking her head out of the driver.

A few of us were amusing and having fun, when a tall and large woman wearing a leather apron came out of the back door of the factory. For her, she can only be described as "tall and big", not "tall and fat". Lao Huang followed her height, like someone else's son. She is different from Ma Da Fat, with big shoulders and a round waist, she is a full big man, and she walks with a tiger. Some women are raised with a fat body, while some women are born strong and belong to the type of wrong birth. She falls into the latter category.

"Master Li, are you here again?" she shouted at us as she walked, it was really like a bronze bell!

"yes, yes. Hahaha. It's not thanks to you, we're here to do a good job. Hahaha. Lao Li got out of the car, straightened his chest and stomach, and said to her very enthusiastically. Lao Li's laughter was quite loud, but he could hear that he was not smiling.

"Sister-in-law, you are getting more and more plump and charming, and you are suddenly windy!" Laizi also jumped out of the car and said to her enthusiastically. Before he could get to his feet. She had already come to the front of the car, and one of them ran over, grabbed Laizi's neck, and said viciously: "I heard that you always let your eldest brother keep the door at night, is there such a thing?"

"Ah•••••• me. I ••••••Ah••••••hh

"Yes, yes, there is such a thing, not once or twice!" Changqing coaxed in the car.

"Alright, alright. You're going to strangle her to death in a moment, and he's much thinner than a pig!" Lao Huang hurriedly rushed over, took his arm and said.

"Get out of the way," she shouted at Lao Huang. She let go of Laizi, raised her hand violently, and almost didn't throw Lao Huang a heel!

"Okay, okay, don't make a fuss, hurry up and take us to pick up the goods?" Lao Li jumped up and said to her in a private manner.

"Ah, you're going to pull pig? It's wet and dry! I've told them that it's still the old place, and you're just a limp away. There was some charm on her face, and she said to Lao Li happily.

Lao Li didn't delay any longer, he and Lai Zi got into the car, and then arched a little more towards the slope. Further up to the top of the mountain, there are rows of pigsties lined up on the slope. Lao Li stopped the car at the end of the asphalt road, then stepped on the accelerator hard, and "grinded" on a fairly open dirt field in front of him for a long time, and finally turned the front of the car over. This kind of "grinding" driving is very fuel-intensive! Just such a short period of time to step on the accelerator may consume half a month's fuel-saving award.

"Okay, you guys pretend!" Lao Li stopped the car, rolled down the glass of the cab window and shouted at us. Then he rolled up the window again, took out a small red plastic notebook from the "hand-picking", and looked at it carefully.

"It's still the old rule, you pour in the car, let's go down and pull. Changqing said noncommittally to Youjing. Youjing nodded at him.

Changqing and I got out of the car one after another, and while walking towards the pigsty, I asked knowingly, "That big woman is Lao Huang's wife?"

"yes!"

"What is she doing here?"

"Kill the pig!".

With most of the cart loaded, we were all exhausted. Although the pig poop was not heavy, we had to go into the pigsty and shovel it one by one, then pour it out with a trolley and load it onto the cart. Not to mention anything else, the strong smell alone challenges our endurance to the greatest extent. If you just go into the pigsty and look around, it smells a little stinky, it's nothing, the key is to get it. It really stinks more and more and the more it stinks, and the more it stinks, the more it wants to get along, and it's really unbearable! I'm talking about exhaustion, which is extreme mental fatigue. This is a person is always in an unbearable and must endure state of mental exhaustion, different from the physical fatigue that can be recovered, generally speaking, it is irreversible, after the experience will form a permanent, fixed negative psychological elements, from then on will often affect some of your future behaviors, behavior.