The brick kiln factory is about one or two hundred meters away from Li Xindian Street, and there is a white and white dirt road from the fork of the highway to the west, and the end of the dirt road is the wheel kiln. I was walking down that dirt road and saw a man pulling a cart of dry bricks forward. So I asked him where the owner of the brick kiln lived.

The man told me that the owner of the brick kiln was called Fu Yong, and he lived on a high platform not far from the wheel kiln. I'll find Fu forever.

Nafu was always in his early fifties, and he was very kind-looking, and the biggest impression he left on me was that his lower lip was so thick that it looked like it was about to fall off. He was watching TV at the time, and when he heard about my situation, he asked his wife to cook for me.

But the woman didn't want to make it for me, so she gave me a cold steamed bun. As the saying goes, hunger is not the choice of food. Regardless of whether it is cold or hot, fill your stomach first. After eating the steamed buns, I drank some boiling water again, and I felt much more comfortable.

But where to stay at night? A worker who was watching TV at Fu Yong's place gave me a good suggestion. He made me sleep under the plastic film covered with bricks. "Is it cold?" I asked. "You'll know when you go in. The man said.

Then, Fu Yongyong brought me another straw mat and a shabby coat. I went into the plastic shed. As soon as I entered, I realized that it was so warm inside. Not long after I entered, it began to rain in the pouring water. I began to secretly rejoice: if I don't find a place to live, I will starve to death if I don't freeze to death tonight!"

However, I slept restlessly that night: I had a place to live for the time being, but what would I do tomorrow? I was said to have wandered for two days, and almost starved to death, and now I was able to find such a brick kiln factory, and it was a great fortune to meet such a good man as Fu Yong who was willing to take me in.

However, readers, you should know that I was eighteen years old at the time, and I was an adult, so I couldn't eat white food with my face up all day long. People are not your own aunts, so it's okay to care if you have one or two meals, but after a long time, it's not suitable.

Even if people don't say anything, you'll be embarrassed yourself. No, do you want someone to borrow some money to take the car home first, and then send it back when you get home?

After thinking about it, I finally came up with a solution. The next morning, I told Fu Yongyong at breakfast, I can't stay with you often, just let me do some chores for you. I don't want wages, I just need to take care of the food. Fu Yongyong thought about it and nodded.

He arranged for me to clean up the garbage from the kiln factory with the "old Red Army". "Old Red Army" and Fu forever a village. I heard him say that Fu Yongyong was originally the secretary of the village party committee of their village, and he used to make some money by packing fish ponds at home. Later, he retired, and was introduced to contract the brick kiln factory of Li Xindian.

He himself was the support staff in the village. Fu Yong saw that he had nothing to do at home, so he brought him over to do some chores in the kiln factory. He earns a little salary here, and he receives a little "Red Army money" every month, which is enough for him to spend. "Are you married?" I asked, "Old Red Army." "I have two sons. He said.

After some brief conversations, I knew the "old Red Army" and I. The "old Red Army" was in his seventies at the time, his thin face was full of wrinkles, and a small nest collapsed under his left cheek that made him speechless and speechless. It is said that the nest was pierced by a bullet on the battlefield of resistance against Japan.

I was a would-be writer, and I was supposed to ask the "old Red Army" to tell me his story on the battlefield. In that case, maybe my novel would have been a little longer. However, I was not in that mood at the time. Because I didn't know where I was after eating the last meal, I didn't know where it was, and where there was still that kind of leisure and elegance.

I got up at dawn every morning, had breakfast at Fu Yong's, and then went to the "old Red Army" and the two of us pushed a pocket cart together, sometimes picking up rotten bricks in the shed, and sometimes helping to clean up the coal ash left behind after the kiln.

At night, I still slept in an empty plastic shed, with a few straw sticks (which the brick factory used to cover the plastic film or the corners to protect it from the wind) and the tattered coat that was paid forever. I was 1.73 meters tall at that time, covered with that yellow coat, and only my feet were exposed.

Thankfully, the plastic film is airtight, so I don't have to worry about freezing. Hey, sleeping there alone, looking up at the stars in the sky, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the membrane, it is a different flavor.

In the dead of night, I think of that novel. Hey, what was the result of that novel, was it published, and was it impersonated?

Sometimes I think of my own parents. What the hell are they doing at home now? Will my mother come out to me because she is worried and so on, and she falls asleep thinking about it.

Either way, I finally had a place to stay, and I wasn't as panicked as I had been when I was wandering. However, one of the biggest problems at the time was bathing. Because I came out in a hurry, I didn't even bring a change of clothes, and now I'm in this field, how can I take a bath?

This article is from the novel of Kanshu.com