People are not machines, and after unloading two large truckloads of cement, Song Yong and the others are naturally able to take a reasonable rest.

After putting the last bag of cement on his shoulder, Song Yong didn't care about his legs, which were as weak as cotton, and ran towards the location of the shed not far away.

Under the eaves of the shed, there is a large bucket of herbal tea that tastes weak because of too much boiling water.

Just now, in the process of unloading cement, which was not too long, Song Yong felt the moisture in his whole body, and he was afraid that it was turning into sweat flowing out.

When the cement of the two carts was unloaded, he felt his throat thirsty.

It's just that the other five migrant workers didn't stop drinking water, and Song Yong, who was holding his breath in his heart, endured the thirst like a fire in his throat, and miraculously persevered.

After finally persevering until the end, he couldn't wait to rush to the herbal tea poke and picked up a plastic cup next to him, which was filled with a large cup of pale red herbal tea.

When you put almost a pound of herbal tea into your stomach in one go.

Song Yong remembered for no reason an old TV show, a picture in the animal world: a thirsty mule lying on the river's edge and drinking water......

Song Yong, who was filled with a belly full of herbal tea, walked to the wall on the side of the construction site with extraordinary satisfaction.

The five migrant workers who had unloaded the cement with him were now hiding in the shadow of the wall, enjoying a short break between work.

Song Yong, who was a little self-aware, knew that these people probably didn't want to take care of him, so after nodding slightly, he found a brick a few meters away from the crowd and sat down.

Unexpectedly, the other party took the initiative to greet him.

"Ah Yong, yes, I can't see that you are tall and thin, and you don't look bad at all. A middle-aged migrant worker said to Song Yong very pertinently.

A few migrant workers sitting next to him nodded their heads after hearing this, which can be regarded as agreeing with this statement.

Even, one of the migrant workers who found a box of the cheapest Jinsheng cigarettes, after putting a cigarette in his mouth, also threw one to Song Yong.

is a simple move, but it represents their recognition of Song Yong:

In the future, he will be a normal co-worker, not a passerby who will run away after a day or two of wandering around the construction site.

"Thanks, then smoke Big Brother's Fortune Cigarette. Song Yong, who caught the cigarette, said such beautiful words in his mouth.

Then he took out his lighter and lit the cigarette.

Listening to the beautiful words in Song Yong's mouth, the migrant worker who smoked cigarettes was a little embarrassed, and said in his mouth: "What kind of rich smoke, it's good that you young people don't dislike it." ”

Subsequently, he also introduced several other migrant workers to Song Yong:

"Don't be so polite in the future, just call me Lao Liu, this is Lao Li next to me, that one is Wang Mazi, and the one who drinks water~"

Whenever Lao Liu introduced a migrant worker, Song Yong would smile and nod his head.

At the same time, the other party also had a faint kind response, and after a rare hard work, Song Yong found that it was so easy to gain the approval of others......

To be honest, a pack of Jinsheng cigarettes for seven yuan is actually the same thing in terms of taste.

If Song Yong had to choose, he would rather buy a pack of cheaper soft white sand, but this was the most mellow cigarette Song Yong had ever smoked in recent times.

Because in this cigarette of more than three cents, there is an equality that others do not despise at all.

And this kind of equality is something that Song Yong, who has always been disliked and despised, has rarely encountered and cherished in the past two years.

In addition, after such a high-intensity heavy physical work, although Song Yong, who had never worked so hard, felt indescribable soreness all over his body.

But Song Yong, who was sitting in the shadow of the fence and resting, was smoking cheap cigarettes while blowing a rare cool breeze, and he actually felt a kind of unprecedented relief.

For a while, Song Yong gritted his teeth and made a decision this morning, and he was extremely happy.

"Mule, go! There are so many things on the construction site, where can they be done at once. Lao Liu shouted loudly at Song Yong.

Mule is Song Yong's new nickname on the construction site.

It means that this thing is like a big animal like a mule, no nonsense, but hard work.

In just one day, Song Yong won the favor of many people on the construction site with his attitude of never talking nonsense and always working hard.

At least Lao Liu, a few construction handymen like him, are exactly like this.

So this nickname doesn't actually have too much derogatory meaning, and when it was time to eat in the evening, they immediately called Song Yong, a young man who looked good.

After hearing this, Song Yong replied: "Okay! ”

The two mortar stabs in their hands were not put down immediately, but were delivered to the masons, and they helped pack up the tools, and then caught up with the migrant workers who were leaving work......

Before queuing up to eat, he was like an old bird who had been on the construction site for many years.

Song Yong first made himself a big bowl of seafood soup in the soup bucket.

Of course, this kind of seafood soup that you can drink as much as you want is certainly not a high-end thing, but a bargain made by a few large bones and a large handful of kelp shreds, cooked over high heat.

Compared with the complaints in the team, 'the current kelp soup is getting more and more oily and watery', Song Yong, who drank the kelp soup in small sips, felt that the soup was very delicious.

Heavy sweating naturally represents a rapid loss of salt in the body.

When he was busy until he was about to get off work, Song Yong even felt that even his mouth became indescribably dry and astringent.

In this situation, what could make him feel more comfortable than drinking a bowl of salty hot soup?

If there is, there really is!

At this time, it is natural to have a dinner full of oil and water, which can make Song Yong feel the beauty of life.

As a result, Lao Liu and the others could see that they didn't know how many times they had secretly cursed on weekdays, claiming to feed pig-like meals, but Song Yong, a young man, ate very sweetly.

Even when eating, one of Song Yong's left hands subconsciously protected the winding of the front end of the rice bowl.

That posture seemed to be worried that someone would take away his job.

glanced at Song Yong, who was lowering his head into his mouth and quickly shaving food, and in an instant, Lao Liu had a trace of illusion: Could it be that the sister of the contractor today is playing at a super level today?

With this hesitation, he ate a piece of pork belly into his mouth, but the taste was as unpalatable as ever.

It can be said that in addition to the oil and water, such a meal has no merit, and it is precisely because of this that Lao Liu gradually understands something.

It's just that after thinking about it, he didn't say anything either.

Instead, he took his own rice bowl, pulled half of the meat and vegetables inside, and put it in the bowl of this young man, who did not look a few years older than his son......

It's night! With sore, numb hands, I insisted on taking a cold shower, and by the way, after washing my clothes.

Song Yong fell straight down on the bed he had been assigned to in the crowded shed, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep.

But no matter what, tonight's sleep, he didn't even have the slightest nightmare after falling asleep.