Early the next morning, Sanjin said goodbye to Liu Nian, Liu Nian wanted to accompany him on a trip, but Sanjin refused.

Sanjin asked a lot of people and poured several buses. It took a long walk to find the address on the note. This is a two-story house built by the locals on the edge of the city, and the landlord has kept three rooms for himself, and the rest is divided into small single rooms and rented to working outsiders.

When Sanjin pushed open the gate and entered, a plainly dressed woman in the courtyard was washing clothes, and Sanjin stepped forward and asked, "Auntie, does that Li Haodong live here?" ”

The aunt glanced at Sanjin: "I went out to work, and I only came back at night, so you can come to him at night." ”

Sanjin politely said thank you, turned around and walked out of the yard. He had nowhere else to go, so he wandered around aimlessly. When it was almost dark, he thought that Uncle Haodong should come back, so he slipped back.

When he opened the door, Uncle Haodong was eating noodles shirtless.

"Uncle Haodong!" Sanjin shouted.

"Why are you here?" Uncle Haodong looked surprised.

"I'm not going to school anymore, I'm here to join you, I want to go back to the building." Sanjin said calmly. Uncle Haodong hesitated for a moment and didn't ask more, he still knew a little about the situation of the Sanjin family.

"Haven't eaten yet?" Uncle Hao Dong asked.

"Eat, eat rice outside"

"That thing doesn't go hungry, and after eating it, it feels full, and after a while, it's hungry, and it can't do two bowls. I've never been used to eating. I just happened to have a lot of noodles, and I was worried about what to do, come on, help me solve it! Uncle Haodong said and picked up the pot, added water to the noodles and poured a full jar.

"The clean and clean tank, Qinglin from the neighboring village shares this room with me, and it just so happens that he has something to go home. You use his jar and eat, it's not enough to have pancakes! Don't forget to brush it again after eating, I won't brush it for you. Uncle Haodong said and handed another pair of chopsticks to Sanjin.

"Sit on the edge of the bed." Uncle Haodong pointed.

Sanjin was no longer polite, picked up the jar and ate it in a big gulp, the bowl of rice was indeed not hungry, and he was not full. Uncle Haodong's noodles are also delicious, but they are dirty gowns thrown on the bed, exuding a strong smell of three catties of straight and crooked.

The back floor is a rough job with no technology and no threshold, and anyone can do it as long as they are willing to work hard.

They don't need to do the work, just wait for the arrangement of the material tyrant.

Liuba is really a special existence, no matter who decorates the house in the community, if you want to transport the materials in and send them upstairs, you must find them. They monopolize the labor market in the community, and they have a relatively fixed group of laborers, charging high prices for freight and then taking a commission.

The key person is still a fixed price, and no counteroffer is allowed, just like the public business! The cheap laborers you find from outside, you can't get in at all, and you don't dare to get in, they can really do it. Even individual owners who are not convinced are silenced. Tyrants usually collude with the property, because the property does not want to offend such people, and will even give them convenience.

The material tyrants are more and more formalized and even have their own temporary offices, like a unit, with a clear division of labor, some are in command, some are special patrols, and some are divided into accounts, and they even brought cement and sand piled up at the gate of the community, so that the owners can buy them at a fixed point. And most owners are afraid of their obscenity, so they can only reluctantly accept it.

Slowly formed a strange phenomenon, the owners have become accustomed to their existence, and even some honest people who have been emptied of their pockets by the house but are helpless are politely handing cigarettes and begging them, just hoping to be cheaper.

But this is a fixed price, there is no room for negotiation! In fact, how can these errand boys who show up have this right, the boss behind them who will not show up is the key, and he is the family

Uncle Haodong, these backstairs laborers also hate and love the material tyrant, don't do it with them, you can't get the work, follow them, although they have peeled off a layer of skin, but they don't have to worry about finding a job on their own, and they don't owe wages, one day at a time, there is nothing more practical than finishing a day's work and getting the money in your own hands.

The next day, Uncle Haodong said hello to the head of the material and went to the community with three catties.

On this July day, the sun was hot as soon as it appeared in the morning. More than a dozen workers stood in the shade in twos and threes, Uncle Hao Dong introduced it casually, and a few workers looked at the newcomer with suspicious eyes.

Sanjin's face is white and clean, his black hair is neatly combed to the side, he is not very tall, his skeleton is still small, and he looks thin, and he still wears the summer school uniform he wore when he went to school, and the school uniform can still see the faint logo of the high school. Sanjin smiled shyly and greeted them.

"Student eggs? How do you want to make some money during the summer vacation? If you want to make money, don't do this, look at your little white face! "Some workers joked about three catties.

"It's been a long time since I stopped going to school, and it's okay to do farm work every day at home." Sanjin responded with a smile.

"Take it easy, do it if you can, don't do it if you can't do it!" Haodong told three catties.

"Got it." Sanjin agreed.

In fact, three catties are not timid, children who grew up in the countryside have been tempered since they were young, don't look at three catties small, but the muscles are strong and have a lot of strength.

For the time being, there is no life, and a group of people can't talk a few serious words, so they make some earthy jokes with each other, either imagining a scantily clad woman they see on the street, or arranging a coquettish daughter-in-law.

Sanjin couldn't interject, so he stayed on the sidelines. The eyebrows of several people who were chatting were fluttering, and the stars were splashing, and a young man with a flat head came not far away and waved his hand at them.

"Let's go, let's live." A group of people greeted each other and walked over. The flat-headed young man shook his legs with a cigarette in his mouth, and unhurriedly led them to the door of a unit at the head of the building, pointed to a fully loaded tricycle at the door and said, "Sixth floor, east house, 601."

The carriages were filled with boxes of tiles. A worker named Lao Hu strode into the car, opened the carriage, lifted a box of tiles, and stood on the edge of the car.

A few workers had already stripped off their tops and threw them in the flower pond on the side, and Sanjin also took off their shirts. Uncle Haodong stepped forward, turned around, half-squatted down, stretched his hands back, grabbed the two corners under the tiles, Lao Hu gently pushed forward, and the tiles snapped on Uncle Haodong's back, Uncle Haodong got up and walked into the unit door.

Lao Hu then lifted a box of tiles and stood on the edge of the car, and took two steps to grab the box in front of others. Fortunately, the more than 30 kilograms of tile back is not considered heavy, and the water carrying the stick at home can be regarded as having been exercised.

Uncle Haodong was in front, and Sanjin followed.

"Being so close!" Uncle Haodong shouted.

Sanjin came over and slowed down his pace, and opened a half-story distance with Uncle Haodong.

Three catties are not slow, and each foot is firmly on the stairs, step by step. There was no one in the hallway to speak, only the sound of heavy footsteps, mingled with the sound of whirring and panting. The sense of relaxation at the beginning quickly disappeared, and the more I went up, the more I felt the sinking, the more I went up, the more I felt the sinking, and the tiles were like the red child on the back of the monkey slowly getting heavier.

Sanjin's waist was more bent, his head was lower, his hands were clasped behind his back, grasping the two corners of the tiles, a pair of eyes staring at his feet, and he took a mechanical step up......

Beads of sweat soon came out of Sanjin's forehead, and when he couldn't wipe it with his free hand, he trickled down his face to his chin, and after a few dangles, he couldn't hang it anymore, and fell on the steps with a snap, splashing up the dust, leaving a beautiful flying mark like a flower blooming in the dark.

It didn't take long for the hair to lie on the scalp as if it had just been washed, and the entire waistband of the pants was soaked, especially when the door opened in front of him, it was like he had not peed his pants.

Sweat trickled out of every pore, and Sanjin's whole body was wet as if he had just been fished out of the water.

The tiles on his back slid down little by little, and the three catties stopped, bent his knees, and then pulled the tiles up hard.

"Seventy-one, seventy-two......" Sanjin secretly counted the floors in his heart.

Sanjin wants to know how many steps there are to the sixth floor, and how long it will take to carry it. Tired is really tired, but Sanjin thinks that if you can still earn money by taking the back building as a physical exercise, it will be cost-effective!

You don't need to look up, the sixth floor is the top floor, just keep your head down, and you can get there when you don't have stairs.

The door of the house was wide open, and Sanjin walked in directly, and a box of tiles in the living room stood against the wall, and Uncle Haodong had already unloaded it.

"Okay, right?" Uncle Hao Dong asked.

"No problem," Sanjin replied easily. Uncle Haodong gently patted Sanjin's shoulder and walked downstairs.

Sanjin took two steps to the wall, turned around, squatted down, released the two corners of the tile with both hands, leaned back, the tile slid down from the back and fell to the ground, and then turned around with the tile, and slowly leaned the tile against the wall.

Sanjin wiped a handful of sweat, looked at the half-wet tile cardboard box, and said that this trip was completed.

The hostess's hot face was flushed with her hand in front of the fan, fanning back and forth, and she didn't forget to shout: "Slow down, slow down, don't break the corner!" ”

At this moment, Sanjin's chest is like a small stove, and the heat is uncomfortable. I didn't care about her. He looked around twice, strode to the kitchen faucet, turned on the faucet, and poured it into the faucet, and his heart immediately became cold, but the scalp was still hot and uncomfortable, and Sanjin stretched his head under the faucet, and the cold tap water washed Sanjin of hair, and the feeling of heat disappeared most of it immediately. Sanjin turned off the faucet, raised his head and shook his hair violently, his jet-black hair flew up, and water beads splashed in all directions. Sanjin raised his head, brushed his head, wiped his face again, didn't stop, turned around and walked downstairs.

There are a lot of people, but it doesn't take long to carry all the tiles of a tricycle upstairs. Then there is the sand and cement on the back......

The workers are very conscious, one after another, the people who make the most hated are cheating and grinding, and no one wants to work with such people.

At the end of the day, Sanjin was almost numb, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, sore and painful, lying on Uncle Haodong's bed, Sanjin put his hand into his pants pocket and touched the more than 100 yuan he earned, but his heart was beautiful: there is no blessing that cannot be enjoyed, there is no hardship that cannot be endured, what my mother said is really right!