Thirty men carrying logs. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Six dollars per person per day. If you can support your physical strength and continue to work at night, even if you work overtime, you can earn three more dollars.

That's a total of nine dollars.

But these nine people who can persevere in thirty people are actually only two.

These two people usually walk with their legs spread apart and their hands dangling, like crabs running rampantly. It creeps like a bench. Its facial features are facing upwards, basically parallel to the sky, because the chin is too high and too high.

Previously, there was a burly Shandong man, when he first came in, he challenged these two people, trying to shake the hegemony of the back wood industry.

A battle is won or lost.

After that, everyone picked up one, put it on their backs, put their hands behind their backs, and trotted one-two-three-one.

While shouting the slogan: "Not tired, not tired." ”

"Awesome, awesome. ”

"Come on, come on. ”

Outcome:

When the 148th piece of wood was carried on his back, Shandong Haohankou spurted blood and fell headlong.

Since then, this man has been scrapped.

So three hundred and sixty lines, the line is the champion.

If you are not convinced, you can't.

Don't just look at the money, if you have the life to earn it.

Yun Poyue was too young at the time, only fifteen years old, and she didn't fully understand the truth of the world.

Stubbornness comes at a cost.

No one can compare to anyone.

Regardless of landscape or portrait.

When he carried the twentieth log, although he didn't sweat a lot, his heart was jumping, and he slammed left and right, as if it was about to explode!

Yun Poyue staggered.

Someone immediately urged him maliciously: "Quick, don't stop!"

Then the team deliberately picked up the pace.

Wrap him up and walk forward.

Almost all the way to a trot.

Everyone seems to be deliberately trying to bring down a thin and weak teenager, vomit blood and scrap it.

Or even whine.

It's best to be dead.

Otherwise, if it is so boring, tiring, and like the life of a prisoner, what can you do to have some fun?

Obviously, Yun Poyue encountered the first danger in his life.

It's like game leveling up again.

Rush over and go up the steps.

If you can't break through, it's over, you will die with blood, and you can't complain about the society at all.

Go down to report, reincarnate, and continue reincarnation.

There is never a sympathetic, affectionate side in life.

The facts are:

On this day, although Yun Poyue felt that his throat was sweet several times, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and the trees wore out his shoulders. There was even a lack of morality in the middle who bullied him when he was young, secretly stumbling up, and did not leave him behind. Yun Poyue finally carried it down and did not vomit blood. Didn't fall either.

According to the biographer Green Peony.

All this proves that the children of the poor are in charge of the family at an early age.

Love to work.

Born to be a responsible piece of material.

Or maybe there must be some kind of potential in his body that can help him become a chicken claw and lead to the road to success.

But the workers who worked with him didn't see it that way.

Not at all.

Because Yun Poyue was only fifteen years old after all, she was still underage, and she had carried the wood for a day, although she had not put it down, she was exhausted. As soon as he entered the shed, he lay upright on the straw bunk.

Lying among other people's rotten clothes and smelly socks.

I don't want to move.

According to the Confucian virtue of "benevolence and love people" and the bloody episode of the TV series, there should be well-wishers at this time.

For example, Lao Zhang brought a bowl of rice, and Lao Li brought half a sweet potato.

Put it next to the pillow, like a father.

Then sensational dialogue.

Lao Zhang: Kid, take a bite. How can you do without eating?

Lao Li: People are iron and rice is steel.

Yun Poyue: (welling up with tears) No, uncle, I don't want to eat anything.

Lao Zhang: Eat a little, I have to work tomorrow.

Lao Li: Alas, poor boy......

Lao Zhang: The lives of the poor are miserable......

However, in the plot of Yun Poyue, it is not a bitter blockbuster that is performed. Not an inspirational drama. It's more like an on-site record of uncarved, authentic, and clear water out of hibiscus.

During this time, no one served food and poured water, and no one greeted him.

Although he didn't offend anyone when he first arrived.

Some people are just full of food and drink, and they are very happy. It's exhilarating. Lots of fun. Deliberately talking loudly, shouting loudly, laughing loudly, splashing water loudly, stomping feet loudly, farting loudly, and then gloating at the clouds and moons lying on the grass and soft as a puddle of mud, cursing in his heart:

Look, see how you're going to suffer tomorrow?

This account was questioned by the later biographer Bas.

At that time, they were sitting in a five-star hotel in the capital.

A chandelier hangs overhead.

There was a red carpet on the floor.

Leather sofa.

As far as the eye can see, it is resplendent in all directions.

It can be seen that the crooked-mouthed writer Green Peony has a biased vision and is not widely contacted, and her understanding of the bottom people is only limited to Zhou Papi, Liu Wencai, and "Chicken Crow in the Middle of the Night".

Green Peony believes that the poor should unite with each other.

In the same boat.

In the same boat, we help the sea to make way,

Tell the waves, pull aside!

It should be twisted into a rope, work together, work together, get up in the middle of the night to learn the rooster crow, and fight to the end with Zhou Papi and the like.

Speaking of emotion, the excited biographer even sang the song "Everyone Paddles the Big Boat" in Eagle and Western Dialect on the spot.

A penny,

It is difficult to cross the ocean.

O oars,

Start the galleon.

You add me,

I add you,

Everyone's hearts are connected.

Hundreds of boats compete for thousands of sails,

The waves are behind,

The shore is ahead.

Yun Poyue couldn't cry or laugh.

Because in the whole song, only the sentence "a slap doesn't make a sound" he understood. A slap didn't make a sound, and the crowd applauded and shook the sky. What are you doing with a slap? Naturally, it is a blessing, a wish, and a congratulatory person who has fallen down will not be able to get up tomorrow.

Like the gladiators of ancient Rome.

It's like a vegetable market in China where people are executed and executed.

It's like three knives and six holes.

Five cattle split their bodies.

It's like watching the adulterer's **** parade, and the crowd is surging. Sensitive areas vibrate. Everyone has finally found a gap where they can justifiably vent their inner grievances, resentment, jealousy, and shameless desires.

It's like the low, dim, noisy, sour hut of thirty years ago.

Everyone is united.

Hundreds of boats are competing for the current.

Decide how good you look!

Intrigue is everywhere.

It is as big as the temple and as small as the rivers and lakes.

From the stormy shed, to the jealousy between two women.

How can the word "hate" be used?

In Yun Poyue's impression, the group of people carrying wood in the lumberyard, except for passing the buck to each other when they were working, and rushing to the wolves when grabbing food, never found everyone rowing and thousands of sails racing.

Nor did it show a strong demand for "the proletarians of the world unite".

Some are wary of each other, suspicious of each other, and hostile to each other.

It's not just drinking and fighting.

Bet money on each other.

Gambling lost and cursed.

Then get your hands dirty.

The blow broke the head and bled out.

The devil cries wolf.

Otherwise, everything is big-minded and broad-minded to talk about women.

A cheap sister in a certain alley.

******** around the owner.

and then to the amorous female student in Jinwu Zangjiao Hutong, white and tender.

From the outside to the inside.

From the outside in.

Trouble.

Cumbersome revision.

In the way of popular fiction, with the patience of a Swiss watchmaker, the rigor of a surgeon, the seriousness of an eighty-year-old lady with the soles of her shoes, the dedication of a historical researcher, and the feelings of the groom entering the cave room, we will tell you the whole process of magnificent, ups and downs, inheritance of the past and the future, between the sexes...... (To be continued.) )