Inscription: The words of "The Book of Songs, Zhou Nan, Guan Ju": "Guan Guan Ju dove, in the river island." My Fair Lady, Gentleman. ”

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The next day, Ye Ziyu took a few clothes and a mat to the construction site. After registering, get on the truck and head to Suqiao.

The Suqiao construction site is surrounded by farmland, and a provincial highway passes not far away. The migrant dormitory is a large and dilapidated room, with more than 30 bunk beds horizontally and vertically, which means that there are about 70 people living here. The captain of the construction site here is also surnamed Liu, and after he led Ye Ziyu to the room, he said to him: "Just find a vacant seat, make a bed, and go to work in the afternoon." ”

Ye Ziyu agreed, thinking to himself, why is this smell so bad? He stubbornly looked around, but fortunately there was no one on the top bunk by the window, so he walked over and laid out the mat.

At noon, the migrant workers returned from the construction site, and the dormitory was immediately lively. The smell of sweat and mud of everyone was arbitrarily emitted in such a space, making Ye Ziyu dizzy and wanting to vomit. When the migrant workers in the shop saw the newcomers, they all came to say hello. Ye Ziyu's appearance made them a little strange, did this person who looked like a student also come to dig out the mud?

Captain Liu came over again, pointed to the three people and told Ye Ziyu: "These are 'old guys', Xiao Zhang, and Xiao Wan, and you will work in the same group with them in the future." ”

Ye Ziyu hurriedly greeted the three of them. Xiao Zhang and Xiao Wan were in their twenties, and they all patted him on the shoulder to show friendship. When he called the man in his fifties uncle, Xiao Zhang said, "Look at how he looks, just call him 'old guy'." The crowd laughed. The old fellow was not angry, grinning and smiling with a mouthful of smoky yellow teeth, and his face was wrinkled one by one. Ye Ziyu had no choice but to laugh, and then introduced his name.

After lunch, the dormitory became unusually quiet. It's very tiring to do physical work in this hot weather, so take the time to rest.

When the afternoon started, Xiao Zhang asked Ye Ziyu to take a shovel down the river beach. When changing clothes, Xiao Zhang told him not to wear a shirt, and he stayed in the mud and water for a while, which was very uncomfortable. Ye Ziyu is not used to being shirtless, and he has to wear a short-sleeved T-shirt when he lives or dies, and others don't bother to care about him.

It's hard work. There was everything in the dirty sludge, bricks, broken tiles, bottles, tin boxes, and many people had cuts on the soles of their feet. Migrant workers work in groups of four, two of whom shovel mud and two of whom carry baskets of mud up the embankment, load them into trucks, and work for a while before rotating with each other.

Dog days are busy with physical work, and people are soon sweating profusely. A foul smell evaporated from the half-dry riverbed, and Ye Ziyu felt that he was about to suffocate at any time, only to realize that wearing a shirt was purely eventful, and at this time, he really wanted to take off the shorts that were only used to cover his shame. Later, Xiao Zhang told him that someone was originally working naked, but the leaders saw it, saying that it would affect the city's appearance too much, and that there might be big girls and little daughters-in-law passing by on the highway at any time.

Ye Ziyu took off the dirty T-shirt, simply didn't want it, and threw it into the basket. He was covered in mud and sweat, and when he took off his shirt, his upper body was white and clean, and it was quite dazzling in the sun, which was very obvious in contrast to the "blacks" around him. After all, he grew up in the city since he was a child, if it weren't for the college entrance examination file, how could he have done such a coolie? The crowd laughed.

shoveling mud under the river beach, Ye Ziyu could barely withstand it. But when it was his turn to carry two baskets of silt up the embankment after the shift change, he couldn't hold it anymore. In the past, he used to occasionally see peasant children carrying water, and he thought it was fun, but now for the first time in his life, he carried such a burden on his shoulders, and realized that it was not like that at all. really responded to the old saying, it is called watching people carry water is not difficult. Everyone else was carrying mud to and fro around him, but he moved forward step by step with the strength of milk. No one will stop to help him here, everyone has their own workload, they are all busy, they are not easy, and if they can't finish it, they will have to deduct money. If you can't do it, you can't come here at all. So Ye Ziyu could only grit his teeth and move forward step by step.

Finally got to the river embankment, Ye Ziyu no longer had the strength to pour the mud into the truck, so he could only beckon others to help. He looked at his shoulder, just such a load, his skin was already broken, soaked with sweat, and he felt a pain in his heart.

When he returned to the river beach, the three people in the same group were very dissatisfied, and Xiao Zhang had already taken three burdens. They can't get on the trip, and the people under the riverbed can't shovel mud into the basket and have nothing to do, and if the captain sees them and thinks they're lazy, they're fired or their wages are deducted, it's troublesome. So all three had gloomy faces and showed great impatience.

Ye Ziyu had nothing to say, he did less and others did more, who would have a good face? He had to laugh and say: "I'm sorry, brothers, I didn't adapt to it on the first day, and it will be fine in two days, I'm really sorry......"

He apologized one after another, but none of the three of them took his words, just a look of annoyance and disdain. Under the sun, everyone is tired of work, and even if it is an easy-going person, it is difficult to have a good mood.

Soon two more loads of mud were piled up, and Xiao Zhang took one and left. Ye Ziyu knew that he would not be able to pick up this burden no matter what. In fact, he was also angry in his heart, he had just arrived, and no one had taught him, and no one had told him about work rules and other things, so he threw it directly on the construction site.

But the people on the construction site don't think so, this is not learning to fly an airplane, and you have to talk with a fan in the classroom for a long time? This is hard work, there is nothing that cannot be done, and if you don't want to do it, you are lazy. Therefore, the laborers who do this kind of manual work despise the most are those who are cheating and slick and refuse to exert their strength.

But Ye Ziyu really couldn't help it, he stiffened his head, piled up a flattering smile, and said to Xiao Wan in a low voice:

"Brother Wan, I'm really sorry, can you help me pick it up first, I'll shovel the mud, and wait for tomorrow ......"

Before he finished his words, Xiao Wan threw the shovel in a fit of rage, didn't look at him, and scolded very unpleasantly:

"Tomorrow is a fart, don't come if you can't fucking do it, it's annoying to kill people, and it's not good to pick a basket. ”

scolded and scolded, but Xiao Wan also knew that each group had a record of the number of baskets, and if the number of baskets could not be completed, the money would be deducted, so he had to scold and scold the mud basket on his shoulder, glared at Ye Ziyu hatefully, picked up the flat burden and left.

Xiao Wan's scolding attracted the attention of some people around, but everyone just looked at it and didn't say anything, the "old guy" grinned at him on the side and sighed, and shook his head at the person next to him, as if to say, with him in a group, they are a loss.

Ye Ziyu stood pitifully on the side, he didn't expect that the trade union and people would be like this on the first day, is this the reality of society?

Ye Ziyu stood blankly, tears bursting out of her eyes. He didn't wipe it, let it roll on his face, and buried his head in the mud desperately. No one noticed this, because all the faces were covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, no different from tears.