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[205] A new life

In the newly built Qinghe factory in Beidu, there are now a group of girls, who say that they are girls, but there are big and small, the big ones are nearly thirty, and the small ones are only sixteen or seventeen years old.

The girls were all women rescued by the government from the confiscated Bada Hutongs, and after a physical examination and a preliminary cultural and moral education, they were assigned to study in the factory.

Next to the rustling and fast-running weaving machine, Master Han Xiaoju and eight new students are demonstrating how to become a textile worker for these reborn girls.

These girls gathered around the side, watching Master Han's hands shake and shuttle neatly, twisting threads, joints, buttons, and upper rows in one go, the whole process did not take a minute, and the rumbling operation of the machine did not stop without being affected by Master Han's operation at all.

"Master Han, you're doing a really good job." A girl said.

Han Xiaoju smiled and said: "If you do more, you will be familiar, after you have learned, I guarantee that in less than two months, your hands and feet will be sharper than me." ”

"Really? Master Han, how is that possible, you are our master. ”

Han Xiaoju pulled the splitter lightly and agilely, and while picking out the thread of the knotted net, cut it and buckle it, she smiled shyly: "What kind of master am I, I have worked for a few more years than you, our deputy director of the workshop, Sister Shen, is your political counselor Shen Guizhi, she is the real master, that hand and foot are fast, you will miss her action in the blink of an eye." Textile work is very suitable for you lesbians. Come, Wang Jinhua, come and try it. ”

Wang Jinhua was a little trembling, she hurriedly stood in front of the weaving machine, according to the actions and tricks taught by Han Xiaoju in the past two days, she quickly found a thread that dragged out the mesh yarn, and after a simple line cut, the thread joined the army of thousands of spurts again, and rolled forward quickly.

"Well done, Wang Jinhua, you can do it, you did a good job, the next student, Li Hongsleeve, you come."

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After a day of study, the girls were a little tired, and they went to the factory's newly built bathhouse to wash away the day's fatigue with clean and warm hot water.

"Jinhua, you did a really good job, Master Han said that you were about to leave the school."

Listening to the praise of her sisters, Wang Jinhua laughed happily, she raised her head, let the hot water hit her head and face, and then flowed down her body, this kind of labor brought her a sense of fulfillment, stronger than anything else.

"Have you heard? At the end of the semester, those who pass the assessment will be assigned. A girl leaned into these snow-white carcasses gathered around the lotus shower and whispered.

"What? Where is it assigned? I don't want to leave Qinghe Factory, I know all the people here, why do I have to assign them? How nice it is here, there are dormitories, bathhouses, and ...... It's 10,000 times better than where I used to be......" The more Li Hongsleeve spoke, the quieter her voice became, she really didn't want to leave this already familiar factory, she felt that staying here was like staying in the safest place on Shijie.

"I heard that it was an anonymous assignment, and the government destroyed our previous files, and assigned us to textile factories in places like Tianjin and Shenyang according to the name of rural recruitment."

Wang Jinhua's heart moved when she heard this, and she thought a little excitedly: "Really? ”

For these people who used to be in the leather and meat business, in this new society to get a chance to start over, that is better than anything else, the thought of being able to completely get rid of the unbearable past, the girls are moved, they look forward to the future, like normal people, work, get married, have children, to be the most ordinary person, a real person.

Wang Jinhua rushed away the soap foam on her chest, brushed the wet hair stuck to her forehead, and said: "Sisters, let's learn jishu hard, learn jishu, we will be glorious textile workers in the future." In the future, if you work by your own labor, you will be a member of the glorious working class. We can't be lazy, laughed at, and looked down upon. Look at what Sister Shen said, as long as we earn money through labor, no one can look down on us. ”

The well-informed girl named Third Sister nodded again and again: "That's what I mean, compared with the previous days, I only feel that I have become a person today." Just like what Sister Shen said, in the past, we were numb, soulless, and forced to live in humiliation, but now that the party and the government have given us new life, we have become new people, and we must live uprightly. I have always remembered this and dare not forget it. ”

The healthy flesh of the girls is strong and elastic under the impact of the water, and the tension of life fills the skin, reflecting the light into gold. They are quietly transforming in labor, and they are about to complete their transformation and rewrite a new life. And the history of New China under the leadership of the chairman for more than 20 years will also become the only era in China that has not had prostitutes in the past 5,000 years.

At the end of March, at the gate of the Qinghe Tweed Factory in the northern capital, there was no hustle and bustle and farewell crowds, but every girl was wearing a big red flower on her chest. Today, they have graduated from their studies, except for a few who voluntarily stayed in the factory, the rest were assigned to several new state-owned factories in Tianjin and Shenyang according to their wishes, and their resumes read, such as "Wang Jinhua, female, twenty-four, from Goukou Town, Datong, Shanxi, recruited workers in rural areas, born as poor peasants." ”

In addition, there is only a large blank left on the resume waiting for them to fill in the future, this blank is a gift from the party and the country, the girls feel that this blank is more precious than the stars and moon in the sky, and they are willing to spend their lives to fill this priceless blank.

The girls' political counselor, Shen Guizhi, has established a simple relationship with these girls in these days, and she carefully tidied up the placket of each girl's clothes, flattened her bangs, and said goodbye one by one.

With tears in their eyes, these girls climbed into the military truck, gathered behind the car, and desperately waved goodbye to the workers and masters who had taught them Jishu during this time. For kind and simple Chinese, the hardest thing to bear is parting! The corners of the masters' eyes were also moistened. There were men and women, all of them waving their hands at the moment, and excitedly making their parting instructions to their apprentices.

"Jinhua, work hard, you will definitely be better than the master."

"Third sister, listen to the party, listen to the leader, don't be lazy, you have time to write to the master."

"Red sleeves, come on, come on, don't embarrass the master."

The girls could no longer hold back the tears in their eyes at this moment, and shouted back while holding on to the moving truck compartment.

"Master, I remember, I will do a good job, and I won't embarrass the master!"

"Master, I'm leaving, you have to take care of your body!"

"Master, don't cry, I'll be obedient, I'll be obedient!"

These girls had been tortured in the past, and they did not shed tears under the ear scrapers and whips, but now the tears are like a flood that has burst the embankment, flowing and catharsis with the emotions rushing in their hearts.

These girls used to be scolded as bitches, rotten goods, and prostitutes who would not shed a single tear, but now they couldn't hold back the tears of excitement and cried so loudly.

These girls used to be twisted all over their bodies by some perverted prostitutes, and they would not shed a single tear, but now they have burst into tears.

Day and night in the factory, the masters took good care of them, teaching them jishu and teaching them to be human beings like strict fathers and mothers. They feel that they are finally accepted by society and seen as human beings.

When they passed the assessment and left the factory, everyone was paid a salary of 14 yuan, and they held the reward in exchange for labor tightly in their palms, and they felt that for the first time in their lives, they could be honorably straightened and behaved! They are immensely proud to be able to call themselves the glorious working class in the future.

It wasn't until the truck in the distance turned into a small gray dot that the masters at the gate of the tweed factory stopped waving their arms, wiped away their tears and turned around and walked into the factory.

It wasn't until they could no longer see the tear-jerking and waving masters at the gate of the factory that the girls sat back on the floor of the carriage one by one.

Wang Jinhua slowly dried the tears on her face in the bumpy open car of the truck, she leaned on the roll behind her, hugged her knees, squatted on the side of the truck, and sat quietly next to her sisters.

In the old society, Wang Jinhua was abducted and trafficked from the countryside by traffickers at the age of 14 into the eight alleys of the northern capital, and in the next ten years, she was constantly aging and haggard and was resold from a first-class brothel to a second-class brothel, and then a third-class prostitute. The slightest resistance was whipped up and crawled all over the ground by the hooligans with a full face, or tortured by the old bustard with all kinds of unheard-of horrific and cruel methods. The prostitutes in this earthen kiln only pay a dime a time to receive customers, and during the day they are half price, and some prostitutes even die of exhaustion at the head of the bed. The number of others who died of abuse and was thrown into the countryside by a straw mat is impossible to count.

Wang Jinhua was eventually infected with syphilis, but was still forced to pick up customers by the bustard with an iron needle and a leather whip, and Wang Jinhua once felt that she was about to die.

At this moment, God suddenly opened his eyes.

In the new government's thunderous overnight crackdown on the Eight Hutongs, the days when Wang Jinhua and many prostitutes in the old society were not like people and ghosts came to an end.

Wang Jinhua still remembers that before being put on the truck by the soldiers, a prostitute next to her asked:

"Where is this going to send us?"

Wang Jinhua said lightly: "It's said that it's a check for venereal diseases, whatever, anyway, I'm tired of living, and I'm not afraid of cutting off my head." ”

The truck drove through the narrow and potholed road of Beiping, the thousand-year-old capital, Wang Jinhua looked at the emerald green underwear hanging in front of the window upstairs in Xile and thought numbly: "Which top brand of underwear forgot to collect, and I don't know if it will rain." ”

On the walls on both sides of the road, red flags and slogans covered all the beautiful billboards in the vicinity of Bada Hutong in a matter of days, and passing workers sang new songs, and occasionally spat at Wang Jinhua and her powder-smelling truck.

"Piggy"

Nervous and sensitive prostitutes all poured to the side of the truck bed and cursed at the spitting people.

The makeshift hospital is located in a Catholic church in the north of the city, with bullet holes in window panes and walls.

Wang Jinhua and other prostitutes lined up for an examination by the female doctors wearing rubber gloves. Eventually, Wang Jinhua and some of the prostitutes who had been found to be infected were assigned to sit on a bench on the side. After they were registered, they were again loaded onto trucks and taken to a labor skills training camp on the outskirts of the city.

The government told them to treat them first, so Wang Jinhua was injected with penicillin, once a week, for four weeks, and finally was cured of syphilis. She knows that the price of this imported foreign medicine is very expensive, and it costs more than a small yellow croaker to cure a person. But why is the supply party willing to do so?

During these four weeks, the government let them live in clean dormitories, get up on time every day to do morning exercises, and eat white flour steamed buns and rice porridge. Then learn to read and write, teach them knowledge, tell them what the supply party does, and tell them what the new society will look like. Tell them that in the past, it was not that they were inferior, nor that their ancestors did not accumulate virtue, but because the old society in the past was a cannibalistic society, and the supply party wanted to completely destroy the cannibalistic society, so that all the oppressed people could turn over and become new people.

The brothel is divided into three, six, and nine classes, and it is obvious that the lower the kiln, the more diligent the rescued women in it will be. On the contrary, some of the top brands of high-class brothels obviously don't like to work, for them, how many big sons can they get in exchange for money in the future? These prostitutes who are the top names can earn their money in the meat business overnight. These people are very resistant to labor skills training. But how many prostitutes are there? Most prostitutes hope to be able to get a regular job in the future with government help.

Wang Jinhua and the others were assigned to sew sacks during this time, because Wang Jinhua was quick with his hands and feet, so he was selected and sent to the Qinghe Wool Factory in Beidu to study with other capable girls.

The other prostitutes who remained were also assigned various jobs after a few months of labor and education. Some of them were assigned to work as salesmen, and some were assigned to work as packers in glass bottle factories, and all of them had regular jobs.

Since then, Wang Jinhua has made up her mind that she will follow these producers, follow the new government, start anew, and live a new life.

Sitting in the bumpy carriage, suddenly, Wang Jinhua remembered something, she hesitated and said:

"Sisters, in the future, everyone will be assigned to a new unit, and that is a new beginning. The resume given to us by the government is blank, which means that we should put aside the past, and we should cherish it ourselves, and don't say that we have leaked it. ”

As soon as Wang Jinhua's words came out, the girls suddenly started to talk about it:

"Jinhua, do you think this can be hidden? I'm a little scared. ”

"Afraid of what? Jinhua is right, I will be a peasant who fled from Henan in the future, a female worker, and I don't remember anything in the past, except for those in the village. ”

"Yes, my hometown is from Hebei, and I said the same."

"Jinhua is right, in the future, everyone will have less contact, and those who are assigned to a factory will try to talk as little as possible, and the trouble will come from the mouth."

"Yes, I will be the working class in the future, I don't want to ask someone to poke my backbone in the back, third sister, you and I are both in the Tianjin factory, don't talk about it, otherwise I will fight with you."

"I remember, don't worry, I won't be looking for you."

Wang Jinhua looked at the sisters and said word by word, her heart was full of longing for the future, but she was a little lost, the dark past, nightmarish like a heavy pressure on her heart, made her breathless. Even if the humiliation of the past is not the fault of these weak women, who can guarantee that others will not look down on them because of this?

"I want to work hard, I want others to look down on me, I want to train jishu better and faster, I want to be a good worker, especially the kind of haode, model worker...... Right! I want to be a model worker! A model worker like Sister Shen! Be a model worker! Affordable! Be a model worker! ......" Wang Jinhua clenched her little fists and made up her mind

And the girls' minds at the moment are the same as Wang Jinhua's, and they are also trying to think about how to go in their new life.