In the cold winter weather, few people like to take the lead, look at the surrounding workers, as if everyone is grinding foreign workers, lazily or sitting or standing or leaning on the cement bag, burying the gray head into the neck, quietly like a flock of migratory birds for the winter, gathering together, waiting for dark, waiting for the break. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This year, there is surprisingly little work on the construction site, so that the cement of the cement factory cannot be sold, and their group of people who are waiting to carry cement bags to earn those few hard-earned money, of course, can carry few cement bags. And it is said that next year the boss is not going to find someone to carry the cement bag, because in this era of mechanization, people can't do the machine, so if the boss buys a forklift and crane to carry cement next year, these people will be unemployed. Fortunately, the cement factory where Tian Donkey works, because of its small scale, cannot be mechanized for a while, because the cost of the machine is also high, plus the wages of the people who drive forklifts and cranes, it is not worth ten Tian Donkeys tied together, so the boss would rather let people load the car than buy a machine, so that they can still work in this small workshop-like cement factory and barely make ends meet.

But this morning, no one of them was able to keep their mouths, because there was no work without a buyer, and there was no money without work, and what could they do to eat without money? This is the most simple truth of life in this group of stevedores. Not only did they know this, but the boss of the cement factory knew it well, and this morning alone, the owner of the cement factory was pacing back and forth in dozens of circles in that dilapidated office, which was the only way for the bald boss, who was nearly fifty years old and slightly fat, to digest the pressure. The boss of the cement factory surnamed Cheng is actually a good person, he does not gamble or smoke in life, and he does not have a little boss's shelf, and he is also amiable to every stevedore who comes to work here at work, especially when he is happy, he can also make one or two innocuous jokes with the stevedores, and, no matter how much he lives, he never deducts the wages of the stevedores, and every penny must be given to them, so those who do odd jobs and small jobs in the cement factories near and far, including those who have just come to the city to make a living, They are willing to come to him to work.

Seeing that it was going to be in vain for another morning, it seemed that waiting was the same as the severe cold, which could freeze people's expressions and numb people's hearts, so the workers all shrunk their necks and heads, silently waiting to be overwhelmed by life in this life of never coming out. If it weren't for the "old smoking gun" a few violent coughs to break the deathly silence, no one would be willing to let out the helpless sound of sighing when they opened their mouths. Finally, a middle-aged man in his thirties, known as Lao Huang, let out a heavy sigh, Lao Huang is actually not old, but carries cement bags every day, the hair like a handful of gray grass, dirty and shabby clothes, are soaked in cement, and even breathing has the smell of cement. Therefore, after being covered in cement and dust, the whole person looks more than a teenager old. After sighing, Lao Huang glanced at Boss Cheng's office with resentment, and then said complainingly, "When is this a head?"

The end, the end of hope, is actually very simple for them, as long as a single business comes to the door, they will rush up to surround the God of Wealth, waiting to be selected, waiting to review the weight of the cement bag, that is the end of the day's waiting. However, in the wax moon, such a wait was too long, and even some things changed unconsciously. Lao Huang continued to say as if talking to himself, because no one talked to him, and the old smoking gun on the side also continued to smoke a cigarette, the white smoke ring and the white cold air exhaled from people's mouths fused together, but the strong smell of tobacco wantonly rushed into the air, announcing that this is a world of men who hope for sweat, but it seems that today's sweat is going to be frozen in everyone's body by disappointment and cold. Silence, still silence, as if Lao Huang spoke everyone's heart, and everyone unanimously acquiesced to his words.

"Time is different, Boss Cheng has not had a smiling face for several days, and he doesn't chat with us anymore, I know his difficulties, but the skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and he is not as difficult as our workers, so if he doesn't come to work, he should also settle the wages of those days to me, and it's not much, I don't believe he can't take it out, after the settlement, I also want to go home early for the New Year, tomorrow is already Laba."

Lao Huang's words did not resonate, because when the normal state of facts is repeated every day, people have no enthusiasm to discuss and condemn, only self-deception and silence and wait. These days, they come silently, go silently, and wait silently. It seems that it is not the cement bag that bends their once youthful and high heads, but the weight of life presses their youthful enthusiasm back into their bodies, prohibits release, and finally, changes them from an upright and upright youth to a stiff person in life. Complaining can only become complaining, because no amount of complaining can change the ironclad truth. The workers dispersed in twos and threes, only Tian Donkey did not leave, of course, not because he wanted to stick to the few wages that the boss pestered him, he believed in the boss's personality, and believed from beginning to end, just like when he was cornered in this strange city, it was Boss Cheng who brought him here to give him a way to live and let him live in the warehouse of the cement factory temporarily, giving him a place to live. Therefore, for Tian Donkey, this small cement factory carries more things, and the cement factory he sees is to see a home, and the boss he sees has more or less the shadow of his father. It's just that in the face of the deteriorating situation, he can only sigh helplessly, like everyone else, he can only sigh.

The sighs of the bosses and the sighs of the workers, if they are all collected, they can blow a strong wind of seven or eight magnitudes, but that can only make this dilapidated cement factory dusty and cannot solve any problems, so Tian Donkey would rather keep his mouth shut and continue to wait with hope, the big deal is to wait until tomorrow, tomorrow will be another day, maybe it will be different from today.

Tian Donkey, who does not have much culture, always likes to use the most simple and honest, that soul as thick as loess to measure the warmth and coldness of the city, so the life is more relaxed, and those workers who are full of sadness and want to support their families with hard-earned money, he is alone, he eats the whole family alone, he has nothing! Therefore, in the face of poverty, having nothing is a kind of wealth, an advantage that does not require people to take a breather and afford to live, so this has become another reason for envy and occasional ridicule by his co-workers in addition to his name.

Speaking of the name of Tian Donkey, it is really a bitter tear, although the name is just a symbol, but when a person's name is the same as the name of an animal, perhaps, even the fate is the same. Such a low-end funny and smooth name can only be done by his irresponsible and early death, so that now, Tian Donkey greets his Lao Tzu in his heart every time he carries the cement bag.

"Now, are you satisfied? Your son is a donkey, a beast who can only eat with all his strength, phew! The face of the ancestor of the Tian family, I bah! ”

Workers, who have little news and fun to adjust their lives, often like to joke about the name of Tian Donkey, so that there can be a few hearty laughs in the miserable life.

"Tian Donkey, you really have the strength of a donkey! Grab food with you, you have to be tired to death! This is Lao Huang's opening of his mouth, and it is also the most popular words to ridicule Tian Donkey.

"Donkey baby, lend me your donkey strength, I see that I am dying, a bag of cement is almost unbearable" Those old men always have to sigh at the strength of their youth every time they see Tian Donkey carrying three or four bags of cement at once. "I think back then, I was no worse than Tian Donkey, and I carried five bags of cement at once, young is good, hey, old and old, now it's really old."

"Tian Donkey, what do you think of your mother? Why did you get such a name? It's not good to do something at a young age, you have to carry things like a donkey, hey, it's a sin."

There are as many voices as there are many tastes, whenever this time, Tian Donkey's heart is mixed taste, but this is also no way to do it, for the workers are purely entertainment and there is no malicious joke, when Tian Donkey is in a bad mood, just as the wind in the ear, I didn't hear it, if I meet my own good mood will also fight back, in this way, it is even more lively.

"What do my mothers think, how do I know? If you say so, then my mother will give me the name of a dragon and a tiger, will I not have to carry a cement bag but become the emperor's prime minister? ”

"Hahaha, this donkey! Your baby is so ambitious, don't dare to say this, if it was in the past, it would be a head-killing."

"That's okay, die early and be born early! In my next life, I will definitely give my mother a good name! Don't believe it, wait and see! ”

"Yo, donkey's face! You don't want to be a donkey in your next life, what do you want to be? ”

This question really stumped Tian Donkey, I haven't thought about the things in this life yet, why is it going to the next life? Therefore, he opened his mouth and didn't answer, but that serious appearance made the workers even happier.

"Do you need to ask? I want to be rich, hahaha."

Money, money again! Tian Donkey heard the word money most clearly and clearly, no matter how loud and noisy the laughter of the workers was, it was impossible to hide the echo of the word money. That word, like a gong and a half drum, struck heavily in Tian Donkey's ears, making his calm heart no longer tranquil. Yes, money, everyone in this world is for money, everything is for money, isn't it just for money to go away and huddle in this corner of the city? Look at these grizzled workers, which one is not for money? Everyone wants to use money to change their lives or help their own lives, and even, those who have money are also worried about money and laugh for money, so whether they are poor or rich, everyone is here for money, gathering for money, dispersing for money, living for money, and dying for money! Hey, this damn money!

If it weren't for a few coughs from the old smoking gun that interrupted Tian Donkey's thoughts, he would have thought too much.

"Hey, whatever, it's better to live for money than nothing at all."

Thinking so, Tian Donkey picked up the cement bag again and walked towards the big truck that day.