There were only a dozen of us in the group, so we gave the extra tickets to the brothers who couldn't buy tickets.

And the consequence of this is that the carriage we are sitting in is full, and there are brothers of all branches of the armed police of the navy, army, and air force.

Comparatively speaking, the environment in our carriage is much better.

When you become a soldier, you will become accustomed to many good personal habits, especially hygiene habits. And the brothers are relatively diligent in their hands and feet, even if they have a little garbage or something, they clean it up by themselves, and they make a chubby flight attendant aunt smile with joy.

Just sit down and talk to us.

With this, we can understand how the flight attendant's aunt has such kind and caring eyes when she looks at us.

According to what the aunt said, looking at us, I knew what my son had trained to become, and I was happy!

And when we looked at the chubby flight attendant's aunt looking at us, we understood how Daddy and Auntie were looking forward to us going home and having a look.

We thought the train was going too slowly......

The rhythmic shaking of the train made us drowsy to the boundary of Gansu.

I don't quite remember which two stations were in between? Anyway, between two stations that had to travel for hours to stop, the chubby flight attendant aunt rushed into the carriage and shouted at us, children, hurry up, there are robbers in the front carriage, you hurry over to help!

Yes?

Robber?

During the Spring Festival, it was the time when the railway police brothers were most on guard, and the police on the car were all doubled and they were all relatively tough, so why couldn't they help a few robbers?

It is estimated that the brothers are thinking about this problem in their minds, so the movements are a little slower, and the chubby flight attendant aunt is in a hurry, so she shouts to the children to hurry up! That's dozens of robbers, and our police have told them to wound several of them!

I don't know if anyone still remembers the group robbery that happened on the train from Urumqi to Zhengzhou one year.

I don't even know how to describe the robbers.

Looking at the eyes of those robbers, I couldn't hate it at all, and even felt a deep sadness.

The Spring Festival of that year came relatively late, almost at the end of February of the solar calendar.

Therefore, those migrant workers who were stranded in Xinjiang worked for nearly a month for no reason, but they still could only get one year's wages.

Most of the migrant workers who went to Xinjiang to earn a living were involved in some road construction and farming work. In particular, the migrant workers who built the road were even more difficult.

Three meals a day is a simple frozen potato and cabbage to help the rice, and occasionally can eat a few pieces of fatty meat, which are the kindness of those contract foremen.

Moreover, the wages are still settled at the end of the year, and the most I usually do is to pay ten or twenty yuan a month to those migrant workers as pocket money to buy some personal items.

Naturally, the migrant worker brothers who stayed in the mountains to build roads could not find any shops, so they could only exchange the high price from the contractor for those daily necessities that were not worth two dates.

And most of the migrant worker brothers were reluctant to buy those soap and toothpaste and other things, so they cherished the ten or twenty yuan into their ** pockets, and then sewed them carefully.

The most, that is, to spend two yuan to buy some of the worst Mohe cigarettes, and then find some waste newspaper cigarettes thrown from the passing car to enjoy it.

Therefore, on the way to the alpine base, we can often see those migrant worker brothers with long hair and messy faces, yellow and thin muscles, sitting on the side of the road and gasping. When our convoy passed, they got up as if in a dream and resumed their heavy work.

At the end of the year, those migrant workers who have worked hard for a year will go home with hundreds of yuan or thousands of yuan that they have earned in exchange for a year's hard work.

After going out for a year, there is one less person in the family to eat, and there is less burden.

It's nice to earn a few dollars to go to school for your children and buy a dress for your wife!

Many migrant workers only have such a request!

They have worked hard for a year, like cattle and horses carrying stones and planting crops, and they only have this kind of demand!!

But there are still people who lack morality and ignorance, so they don't agree to their request, and they just want to rob these migrant worker brothers of their blood and sweat for a year!

That year, a group of migrant workers were stranded in Xinjiang because their wages were hacked, and they didn't even have the money to go home.

Seek help?

I think that the feeling of calling the sky should not be called the earth is the most experienced by the migrant workers!

I won't shy away from it!

The migrant worker brothers are the people who beg for a living at the bottom of this society, so many times, they can't walk into some yamen at all, let alone meet some Qingtian masters who speak and have a conscience!

Someone came up with an idea to pick up the train and go back, right?

It's good to lie in the truck bed and starve for a few days, and when you get to your hometown, you can go home even if you ask for food.

But on second thought, no!

The cold on the truck, coupled with hunger, is estimated to freeze to death and starve to death when the car stops!

I bought a platform ticket, and a group of migrant worker brothers got on the train to Zhengzhou.

Soon, the ticket check began.

If you have an empty stomach and no ticket, you may be thrown off the bus......

Hunger and cold make a thief!

Some of them are bold enough to say let's grab some food, right? Anyway, grabbing food is not a capital crime, even if you are kicked out of the car, you will not starve to death today!

I started to grab it.

At first, I grabbed some chicken cakes, bread, cooked meat, or something, and devoured them.

Although he was beaten and scolded, his stomach was full!

Then, there were migrant worker brothers who couldn't stand the beating and fought back, so they knocked the beating person to the ground!

I saw a wallet.

A bulging wallet!

No one called, let alone spoke, and the migrant worker brothers, who had just filled their stomachs, had red eyes and began to loot every penny of property in the carriage.

When the police stopped them, they attacked them.

When someone resisted, they grabbed the tools they had used to use with their hands that were accustomed to holding steel hammers and hammers to attack.

It didn't even occur to them that it would be impossible for them to take the looted belongings with them at all?!

The station ahead has already received the news of someone robbing, and hundreds of elite police officers are waiting for them!

So, while we effortlessly subdued all the people involved in the robbery, we also subdued the passengers who tried to come up and beat them.

The entire dining cart was kneeling with people with their hands tied behind their backs.

There were not enough handcuffs, and even the ropes were improvised.

The military masters of our gang who participated in the capture all know a routine, which can remove joints or tie them up with clothes and the like.

But none of us wanted to say that, and no one did!

I think this is the first time I've subdued my opponent without feeling a bit of pride, let alone the slightest bit of glory!

Someone fell to his knees and wept softly......