Zhao San was silent and bowed his head and walked forward. Seeing Xiao Kun and Xiao Qing, he thought of his hometown, and his little nephew and niece.

Zhao San is an old bachelor, and his hometown is in the mountains of southern Sichuan. It was a relatively isolated mountain village. Zhao San, who is in his fifties, is nominally his own family, but he has been living with his younger brother.

My younger brother has two children in the family, a boy and a girl are about the same age as Xiaokun and Xiaoqing.

At home, his younger brother and younger daughter-in-law were not very good to him, thinking that he was too old to earn money except for farm work. If it weren't for the annual subsidy for low-income households in the village, they would have ignored Zhao San a long time ago.

Zhao San loves his nephews and nieces very much, and treats them as his own children. He also does odd jobs with the village construction team during his spare time, and when he has money, he is always reluctant to spend it himself, but he is willing to buy the best things for his children. Because of this, the children are also close to him and like to stick to him, so he has a sense of closeness when he sees Xiao Kun and Xiao Qing, who are about the same age as his nephews and nieces.

That night, when he saw Xiao Kun and a few other newcomers on the floor, Zhao San asked Xiao Kun to sleep with him.

Zhao San had never been to school, was illiterate, and wanted to go out when he saw others going out to work to earn money. But a man like him has no other strength, and no one wants to take him out.

That year, someone went to their village to find someone to work in the brick factory. The work of the brick factory was hard, and no one in the village wanted to go, so Zhao San followed the people out without thinking too much.

He has been working in this brick factory for five years, except for the usual daily expenses, he has not received a single salary, and he is beaten and scolded by several of them every day. Zhao San, who was honest, also thought about going home and asked the factory director for his salary.

The fat brother's fat face and small eyes immediately released a fierce light: "You can't work hard ******, but it's positive to ask for money, but if you don't ask for money, you have no way to leave." ”

Zhao San was locked up in a small dark room by the fat brother and beaten violently, and he was released three days later.

Zhao San no longer dared to say anything about asking for money and leaving. In the heart of the honest Zhao San, money and freedom are certainly not as important as life. He spent five years in this brickyard like a slave.

In five years, he never stepped out of the brick factory.

The other workers were also like Zhao San, they were all uneducated old bachelors, they were scared by the fat brother and the baby, and no one dared to resist them.

One year during the Chinese New Year, Zhao San was really homesick and hid in the quilt and cried. Zhao Sanyi cried, and others also cried, and a group of big men cried together holding the quilt.

Now seeing that Xiao Kun and Xiao Qing have arrived at this black brick field, Zhao San wants to remind them, but he doesn't dare to say it clearly. The vicious wolf dogs in the brickyard and the babies who were as vicious as the wolf dogs made them scared, and they didn't dare to tell Xiao Kun the truth.

Xiaoqing looked at Zhao San who was wearing clothes that couldn't see the color, and watched him walk on the road with his waist bent, thinking of his loving and somewhat evasive eyes, she thought of her father.

Maybe Haiqing also went to such a remote place to do such a coolie. Maybe he'll come back when he's saved up enough.

"Third Uncle Zhao, in the future, if you have clothes to be washed, and if you want to mend them, bring them over and I will help you get them." Xiaoqing thought of Haiqing, and felt that this group of men was like her elders.

"Hey, what a good girl." Zhao San smiled and nodded.

"That's embarrassing, our clothes are so dirty and full of sweat."

Men are full of pity for a girl like Xiaoqing, she is like an angel with sunshine on her wings, making them feel a little bright in their dark hearts.

"It's okay, you are all dozens of years older than me, and you are all my elders."

"Then, you can wash my clothes for me too." The baby who walked in front turned her head and said.

"That's fine, but you'll have to buy laundry detergent." Xiaoqing thought that they would wash together anyway, and let the baby buy laundry detergent to save money.

After breakfast, the baby really brought a big bag of laundry detergent and a bunch of clothes. Xiaoqing took a look, and there were actually his underwear inside.

"Nigger baby, isn't your turtle son bullying? Take your underwear home and ask your wife to wash it. Look at other people's little girls are easy to bully, you doll don't have to get an inch. Aunt Zhang took out the baby's underwear and threw it aside.

"Aunt Zhang, didn't you also help him wash Uncle Seven's underwear?" The baby was a little afraid of Aunt Zhang, so she picked up her underwear and put it in her trouser pocket.

"baby, hurry up and take someone to work when you are full, the county construction site has been urging bricks for the past two days, if it is delayed, see how your uncle will clean you up when he comes back." Lao Qi was exposed by the baby in front of so many people, and he blushed a little.

The baby was scolded by Lao Qi like this, and took everyone to work in a gloomy manner.

Xiaoqing finished her work in the kitchen, carrying a large basin and carrying a large pile of clothes to wash.

The workers of these special fields worked like cattle every day, and when they returned to the place at the end of the shift, they fell asleep in bed. Their clothes are rarely washed once in ten days and half a month. Those clothes smelled of sweat, and some of them were covered with clumps of salt flowers.

There is a puddle in the southwest corner of the brick factory, where the production water in the brick factory is taken from. When it's hot, workers come here to bathe at night after work.

Xiaoqing held a basin and squatted on a flat stone near the water to wash clothes. The stone was smooth, and it seems that the workers often washed their clothes here.

In the distance, workers toiled in the scorching sun. Xiaoqing looked at them and thought of Haiqing again. I don't know if my father also works in such a place, his clothes are dirty and torn, and someone washes him and mends it?

"Xiaoqing, you are such a good girl. You also wash the clothes of these stinky men. I didn't bother to pay attention to them. Aunt Zhang also brought a basin of clothes to the puddle.

"It's okay, they're working so hard. You said that they were so far away from home, and that they had no family to take care of them, and I treated them as my elders. ”

"You, what a kind girl. But these guys are all old singles, I look at them and get annoyed, you don't see them look at the old lady, all of them are like wolves. Aunt Zhang fetched water and soaked her clothes into the basin one by one.

Xiaoqing saw that they were all men's clothes, and there was a pair of red men's underwear. She knew that it must be Lao Qi's, and this Aunt Zhang must have something unclear with Lao Qi.

After listening to Aunt Zhang's words, Xiaoqing was a little funny, she was obviously a woman like Zhang Fei, but she always imagined herself like Diao Chan, as if any man would be tempted when he saw her.

"When I see them, I think of my dad. My dad has been working for many years, and he doesn't come home or contact his family. I don't know what he's doing, is there anyone to wash his clothes when they're dirty? Xiaoqing said, tears welling up in her eyes.

In the past, she always had some complaints about Haiqing in her heart. Now when she comes to this brick factory and sees the hard work of those workers, she realizes that it is not easy to go out to work. Maybe Dad didn't come home for another reason.

Aunt Zhang stopped talking, she was just a mountain village woman who hadn't read much. She can usually scold people with her throat scolding, but she doesn't know how to say those comforting words.

In front of Xiaoqing, she is a little ashamed of herself, and she always wants to show a trace of a woman's gentleness and gentleness. It's a pity that she is such a rude mountain village woman, and she can't pretend to be that kind of small jasper.

Xiaoqing hangs the laundry on the clothesline outside the kitchen. Inside in the sun, the wind blows the washed clothes, and the fragrance of laundry detergent wafts in the wind.

"Xiaoqing, this is for you."

Xiaoqing turned around and saw Zhao San holding a pear in his hand full of dirt.

"There are a few pear trees on the north wall of the brickyard, which I picked up when I broke the bricks, and I will give them to you." Zhao San stammered a little and explained.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhao." Xiaoqing took the pear and saw that Zhao San had the same love in his eyes as a father looked at his daughter.

"No thanks, you helped us with our laundry, I haven't thanked you yet."

"Zhao San, you old turtle son, it takes so long to shit?" The baby scolded in the distance.

"I'm leaving, or the baby will be unhappy." Zhao San smiled and left, as if he had done something very gratifying.