Not only the aunt who followed the car was surprised, but also the passengers who came to catch the car.

Who would have thought that the two minibuses entering the city were all chartered by the village.

"Kong Zhishu, do you want to do it?"

"Isn't this authentic, you have the car packaged, and we still have to take Chang'an to transfer two buses to enter the city. ”

"It's ridiculous, I don't know what the village committee chartered a bus for? Where did the money come from?"

Passengers have different opinions.

Kong Zhishu ignored it, and the business is about your love and my willingness.

Whether it is the boss of the bus driver or the secretary of Kong, it is fair, and no one owes anyone.

As for the complaining passengers, Kong Zhishu didn't have the time to reason with them.

Aunt Che lowered her head and counted the money, eight thousand, not a single point.

"Secretary Kong, the money is not bad, you give me a word, when will you leave?"

Kong Zhishu said: "Go immediately, you come to help." ”

He unfolded the slogan written by Zhang Hao, which was very eye-catching, and people passing by saw it and gave a thumbs up.

"Secretary Kong, your village is doing well. ”

Naturally, the gossiping passengers did not dare to say more.

The slogan is pasted a little above the license plate, which cannot affect the driver's driving, nor can it cover the license plate, which violates the public security management regulations.

The two drivers got into the car, and Zhou Xi also drove the truck over.

Looking at the passengers who were still waiting for the Chang'an car, Kong Zhishu thought that he would empty the car anyway and simply take them for a while.

Although their words were a little vulgar just now, Kong Zhishu was not a person who repaid grievances with grievances.

Kong Zhishu stood at the door of the car and shouted: "Why don't you sit up first, the weather is cold, and you can change cars on the secondary road." ”

The passengers looked at each other, shivering from the cold, but still got into the car.

In order to cover up the insulting remarks just now, they began to vigorously praise the methods of the secretary of the Confucius branch and the village committee of Wanling Village.

Kong Zhishu just smiled at them, and occasionally answered them twice.

After taking the bus for more than an hour, when they arrived at the secondary road, the passengers went down to change trains.

When you get off the bus, pay the fare to the secretary of Kong.

Kong Zhishu said with a smile: "Those who stop by don't need money, I bothered you, please forgive me." ”

The passengers put away their money, and a few passengers felt guilty.

The minibus with the words "Welcome the villagers of Wanling Village home" is like a beautiful scenery on the secondary road.

……

Railway station.

Migrant workers who got off the train in the early hours of the morning huddled against each other in the corner of the train station to escape the cold.

Wherever there was a shelter from the cold wind, it was crowded with people.

They were dressed plainly, with cotton clothes covered one after another, and they looked very bloated.

Eager to wrap her whole body, the woman wrapped her head in a scarf and a veil, revealing only her nose and eyes.

Frostbitten cracked cheeks are irregularly distributed with congealed dry bastards.

I can't tell if I haven't washed my face or if the wound is healing.

They curled up, moving their legs one after the other, not daring to stop, and their warm pants could not withstand the cold wind.

The older ones, the more severe ones with rheumatism, were wrapped in quilts and blankets, and their expressions were painful.

Burning was forbidden at the train station, which became the only way for them to protect themselves from the cold.

Outside the three-story building on the side, there is a sign with the word "Hotel".

Very few people walked in.

This group of migrant workers didn't even think about going inside.

They are reluctant, and they feel that it is not worth it, and they always persuade themselves in their hearts that they will be ready to do it again, and they will take the car home when it is bright.

Railway stations across the country are mobile hotels for migrant workers to travel far away.

chattering, fighting landlords, talking and laughing...... All over the world are friends, and at this moment, they are all from the same village.

The clock on the phone finally turned to eight o'clock, and they stood up to clean up, and some even washed their faces with cold water.

You have to make yourself look energetic, otherwise you will feel distressed when you go home to see your parents.

The first bus from the railway station to the city is eight o'clock, and it does not stop going directly into the city, which means that many migrant workers who take the opposite route to the city have to take a detour, and then go to the ticket office in the county seat to buy tickets and squeeze the bus home.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, there is also a general train arriving at the station, in addition to migrant workers, there are many other passengers, students, businessmen, teachers...... People from all walks of life.

Everyone is busy, and when they are busy, they convince themselves that they are not students, they are not teachers, they lower their status, and they squeeze into the bus to find a seat to sit down, or a good position to grab the handle.

Obviously, in the battle to squeeze the bus, the migrant workers suffer the most.

They are afraid that they will inadvertently dirty others, that their large bags of luggage will stand in too many empty seats, making it difficult for others to move, and some people just want to sit in front of the door.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry~"

The migrant worker looked at the people who got on the bus and walked to the door with his sack.

There were quilts and cotton clothes in the sacks, and the cotton clothes were bought for parents and children, and the wages they had just received were too late to save them, so they were hidden in the middle.

Today's buses are a little unfriendly with the crew.

Looking at the migrant worker's luggage stuck at the door, showing a displeased look, she walked in front of her, pretending to be very polite and said, "I'm sorry, I can't sit down, you can catch the next bus." ”

The migrant worker was sweating profusely, no one was willing to come forward to help him, and he didn't ask anyone to help him, he smiled at the car attendant: "Squeeze one, the lane is still so wide." ”

The migrant worker's truth ushered in even more dissatisfaction with the driver, coupled with the smell of sweat on his body, the driver decisively gave up the remaining bit of humanity and shouted: "The aisle is used to stand people, not to put things for you." ”

The migrant worker was not angry, but he was very disappointed, and everyone else in the car looked at him, just watching, and some even pretended not to look at him and turned their heads to the window.

"Uncle, we won't sit in this car. The nephew behind the migrant worker pulled him and said.

"Silly boy, how can we go back without a car?" said the migrant worker with a simple smile.

Some passengers couldn't sit still and shouted: "Can you go or not? The old man told you to sit on the next shift, where is the pestle and what are you doing? ”

The migrant worker had no choice but to carry out his luggage bag that was about to be sent into the car door.

"Knock~" and the driver decisively closed the door, but the bus did not drive away, and opened it again when he saw someone coming.

The doors of the buses opened and closed in front of the migrant workers, but it was a door that could not be entered, separating the crowd of people in this society.

Dozens of migrant workers stood at the dam, waiting for the next bus, which had not yet left.

Everyone's hearts were lost, but they forcibly persuaded themselves that it didn't matter, they were born with this fate.

I thought that I was right to work hard to earn money for my children to read a little more.

They stood for a while, some squatted down, some sat on their bags, wondering when they would actually get on the car home?

At this time, a chartered bus with a slogan welcoming the migrant workers home entered their field of vision not far away.