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Futian District, Shenzhen, Guangdong Province, Chiwei Village (Urban Village) tube building rent-free in summer.

It's a mess, and the kitchen, starting from the middle and upper part of the wall and continuing to the roof, is black and greasy, and I can't determine how many years it has not been cleaned. The white-to-yellow wires were exposed on the door beams and walls, twisting like spider webs in an irregular manner, extending into the rental houses. Each rental house is small, about 12 square meters, with bunk beds, a small dining table of 1 square meter placed against the wall, and 3 broken wooden stools.

Near the only window in the house, there are electric fans, small TVs, and a set of small speakers. Xia Juan's husband was lying on the bottom bunk of the modular bed at this time, with mosquito nets around him, and he couldn't see it really. At 8:45 p.m., Wang Fan and Mu Yunting arrived here and knocked on the door.

"Xia Ni, excuse me!" After looking for passers-by to ask for directions, Wang Fan, who finally found his destination, said after entering the house.

"Wang Fan, I'm so sorry to let you toss so late. Where did it come from? Hey, who is this? Xia Juan, who was dressed in light yellow clothes, asked while setting up a stool so that Wang Fan and Mu Yunting had a place to sit.

"Not far away, I happened to be here on a business trip, so I came directly. This is Mu Yunting, my girlfriend. Wang Fan sat down while introducing, and after sitting down, he didn't talk nonsense, and directly handed Xia Juan a bag, and said: "This is the number you want, click it, you must put it away!" Considering the safety factor around Xia Juan's accommodation, Wang Fan reminded in a timely manner.

"Thank you, thank you!" Xia Juan, who has been borrowing money for a long time, can't remember how many times she has encountered rejection and helplessness from others. Suddenly seeing Wang Fan's actions, I felt that this was completely unexpected joy and surprise. At this time, when I saw the red stack of banknotes in her bag, tears couldn't stop falling out.

A few minutes later, Xia Juan, who was greatly relieved that her husband's next treatment fee had finally been settled, began to tell Wang Fan and Mu Yunting about her and her family's experiences and twists and turns over the years.

"Uncle Xia, how old are you to come out to work?" Wang Fan couldn't help but wonder when he heard Xia Juan introduce his father's 40-year working career.

"Seventeen or eighteen." Four-fifths of his head had turned gray, his face was wrinkled, and his complexion and upper body had been turned red by the sun because of his naked work, and Xia Fu replied in a half-ordinary, half-dialect accent.

"So young? Is the family at ease? Mu Yunting said in surprise.

"What if you don't worry? The family is poor, there are many brothers and sisters, and if you don't come out, you can't do it. Daddy has a lot of births, he has to plan his life here~~, he has to plan his studies~~, how can he have so much money! So I had to come out, and I couldn't make money at home at that time. Xia Fu rubbed his hands back and forth, and replied with some restraint. Because of Wang Fan's "generosity" and the realistic values of smiling at the poor and not smiling at prostitutes in the Yanhuang society, Xia Fu, who has asked for help, unconsciously became short of breath, although Wang Fan called him Uncle Xia, but he still felt uncomfortable.

"At your age, it's too hard to do plywood bricks!" Wang Fan answered.

"There is no way to work hard, if you don't do it, you won't have anything to eat, and your son-in-law's medicine will be stopped. To be honest, I'm not afraid of hard work, but I'm getting older, and my physical strength is not as good as before. Xia Fu said and pointed to the plaster on his back and the large intestine of his stomach, and said: "Now the joints are painful, and the intestines here may have penetrated the 'oily skin' and fell out, so I can't exert my strength and can't do too heavy and long work." ”

"Did you go to the doctor?" Mu Yunting asked.

"What can you see? Not like that. Besides, look at it for a few hundred dollars, look down on it! We don't have health insurance for people in the city, and we don't have pension insurance. Xia Fu shook his head and said.

"The boss of the wharf here doesn't sign a contract with the workers at all, they all use casual workers, and whoever can do it will do it as soon as the day is over." Xia Juan explained.

"I'm dragging everyone down~" Xia Juan's husband on the bed said weakly.

"It's nothing, you treat the disease well, the doctor said it, you are early, and you found it in time, and you will definitely be cured." Xia Juan encouraged.

"You boy, fight for breath, just get good early. Then live a good life with Juan'er. Xia Fu shouted loudly: "That's it for our gang, we've been doing it for 3 or 40 years, and nothing has been left behind." It's just that Juan'er's life is too bitter, but this is fate, just go through it. You say that these children of them (them) need 2 people to raise 4 people, how can you do it? Can't do it at all! The elderly in the city have pensions and pensions, as well as health insurance, and we don't have anything. Birth, old age, sickness and death are all responsible for themselves. ”

"Does the state care?" Mu Yunting has never been in contact with these social bottoms at all, and she is very shocked by what she sees and hears today.

"It's useless, before I came, I asked people (Yadea) to check the information, there are more than 26 million migrant workers in Guangdong Province, but only more than 800 people can actually get pensions." Wang Fan explained.

"More than 800 people? Are you sure it's not 8 million? ”

"No, just over 800 people. Moreover, according to the 2011 statistical announcement on the development of human resources and social security released by the state, only about 16% of the country's 260 million migrant workers, that is, more than 41 million people, participated in pension insurance. The first generation of migrant workers among these people, like Uncle Xia, who is close to 60 years old, basically faces the dilemma of having neither a pension nor a pension due to historical and policy reasons. ”

"What about going back to my hometown?" Mu Yunting suggested.

"The 'land' in my hometown is long gone, and the house is gone, what are you going to do when you go back? Anyway, I thought about it, where I died, I would bury it. ”

"Dad!"

Half an hour later, Wang Fan got up to say goodbye, and before leaving, Wang Fan took out another 40,000 yuan from his bag and gave it to Xia Juan, asking him to take his father to see a doctor, don't delay. Then he took out a couple more pill boxes.

"Xia Juan, if you believe me, give your husband this Chinese medicine to drink. Twice a day, this is an anti-cancer drug developed by an old Chinese medicine expert in Beijing, and it works quickly. Your husband is early and should be able to go to the 'roots' in 3 months. This is a month's worth of medicine, and I will come back and send someone to deliver it. Wang Fan said.

"Really?" Hearing that it can be effective in 3 months, Xia Juan suffers from gains and losses.

"Don't worry, it should be fine!"

Twenty minutes later.

After coming out of Xia Juan, Wang Fan and Mu Yunting did not immediately look for a hotel or return to the airport, but walked aimlessly on the road.

"Wang Fan, don't mind what I say, I just want to ask if the medicine you gave Xia Juan is reliable? In all my years in Beijing, I have never heard of an old Chinese medicine doctor who is very famous for treating cancer. Mu Yunting asked kindly.

"Don't worry, this is the latest development of the country, and it will soon be promoted in Yanhuang. It's the latest achievement, and I only found out about it by chance. Wang Fan knew that Mu Yunting had good intentions, and replied with a smile.

"yes, that's good! By the way, what do you think again? Are you still thinking about what happened to Xia Juan's family? ”

"Not only that, but with my help, I am confident that I can completely get them out of their illness and live a truly 'good life'. It's just that from a broader social level, Xia Juan is a typical migrant worker family, and after encountering a first-class accident, she encountered a 'first-type' rescue. Most people should have to wait silently for death because of the exhaustion of mountains and rivers. So I'm thinking more about the tragedy of the 'naked old's generation. Wang Fan lit a cigarette, Mu Yunting wanted to stop it, feeling that smoking too much was not good for her health. But when I thought of what I had seen and heard today, I gave up again.

After taking two puffs of cigarette hard, Wang Fan continued: "What do you say about Xia Juan's father's experience and predicament? I just thought about it and found that there are many reasons, and it can really be said that it is the tragedy of history and the price of the development of the times. Their generation, driven by the call of the state and interests, gave birth to only one child and left their land to work in the city to pan for gold. Xia Juan: This is a 'case', if it weren't for her husband's serious illness, their family should be gradually getting rid of food and clothing and entering a well-off life. But the truth is that due to the huge medical expenses for the treatment of terminal diseases, the whole family condition 'returned to pre-liberation overnight'. In addition, Xia Juan's father has worked for 40 years, and has been to Shenyang, Beijing, Chengdu, Shanghai, and now to Shenzhen. It's really hard work, but because I don't have the skills, I can only sell my physical strength. The same is true of his circle of friends, who play cards and drink in their spare time, and work hard to earn money when they are busy. I never thought of changing my way of life and doing some small business. ”

"It takes brains to do business, or it's easy to go bankrupt." Mu Yunting didn't quite agree with Wang Fan's later arguments.

"I saw a micro-video on the Internet, called "A Day for a Man", about a relatively successful small street vendor in Beijing, who makes a living by selling stinky tofu, earning about 15,000 yuan a month. The protagonist in it said himself during the filming that he used to like to play cards to live, until he was older and found that life could never be like this, so he came to Beijing to ask for a living. I have found a lot of work, and while doing it, I slowly figured out my way out of the future, and then found someone to learn the craft, and gradually learned to make stinky tofu to eat. His livelihood is also very simple, an electric tricycle carrying a simple aluminum alloy glass stall to sell in the downtown area of Beijing. But when he does it, he likes to use his brains, like the sales place does not stick to one place, but through field investigations, he is in one place from 4 to 6:30 in the afternoon, and then goes to another place at about 7 o'clock, so that from Monday to Thursday, he has an income of 3, 400 yuan a day, and from Friday to Sunday, he has an income of 7, 800 yuan a day, and on average, a gross income of 15,000 yuan a month. ”

"That's not a small number alone." Mu Yunting nodded.

He doesn't have urban pension insurance or anything, but his mind is very clear, he no longer plays cards and plays money, and his family's homestead has not been lost, and then he went home and built a house and yard of several hundred square meters after having a small savings. As you may know, farmers in Hebei Province have a per capita net income of about 10,000 yuan a year. And his monthly net income is 7, 8,000 yuan. In the Yanhuang countryside, it is very powerful and realistic. The richer you are, the more the village cadres dare not mess with you, because they don't know what you're messing around outside, and they're afraid of kicking the iron plate and messing with people who shouldn't be messed with. ”

"So what you mean by that"

"My mind is also very confused, but I vaguely feel that although it is said that the way of thinking determines the way out, Xia Fu, the first generation of migrant workers, must have their own reasons for becoming like this. But in terms of national policy, there must also be a deficit, a household registration system, blocking them from the city's 'social security protection net', they used to be young and could support themselves, it doesn't matter, now that they are old, should the state do something? ”

"Wang Fan!"

"Huh?"

"Maybe you don't like to listen to my advice, but it's not something you can decide and change, and even if you think about it too much, it's just a matter of the mirror, and you can't change anything."

"Hehe, you're right, I'm thinking too much. It does take the words of someone who 'has the power to change'. ”