Master is not to be provoked

"Where's my uncle?" Ke Muai asked Xu Cong.

"I went to work in the county." Xu Cong looks very similar to Xu Leyang, and he has never worked hard since he was a child. His skin is very fair, and he is not as strong as Xu Leyang, but he is a little more handsome. His natal family was gone, and he was alone in the store doing his homework for the winter vacation. When he saw Ke Muai coming to the door, he frowned.

He wasn't too bored with Ke Muai, but every time the old aunt Xu Lehui and this little cousin came here, his mother would be furious, and it was common for him to put his hips on his hips and swear in the street, which made him very embarrassed in front of his classmates. Mu Mi told the two of them that it was troublesome, so when his cousin who was celebrating Chinese New Year came to visit, he didn't offer any candies and melon seeds to entertain them, so he just talked so dryly.

"To my uncle's cement factory? It's only the fifth day of the first lunar month, and his factory has already started?" After seeing Xu Cong nodding, Ke Muai asked anxiously, "Will you be paid for overtime work?"

Xu Cong smirked: "What kind of overtime pay? He has no education and no skills. It would be nice to find a place for him to work and earn money. My mother stuffed it for him through the relationship, otherwise There is not even such a place to make money, and this month because of the Chinese New Year, I only worked 25 days, and it is still a month's salary, which is already considered very cheap."

Ke Muai turned around and left, stopped after taking two steps, turned back and asked, "Do you know how my uncle went to work in the cement factory? I remember that my uncle's factory didn't accept people casually, right?"

There are very few individual enterprises now, and even rarer in rural areas. It is different from the situation in which all rural men and women went out to work, and only the elderly and children were left behind. Every family's hope is on the two or three mu of ration land per person, outside of the busy farming season. , all of them are idle and musty, if there is a place to recruit workers, it is almost like a mad rush, and you even have to rely on a relationship to get in through the back door.

Sure enough, Xu Cong said a little proudly: "Our neighbor Fan San is a big hanger. He puts cement in your uncle's factory and knows your uncle. My mother got rid of his relationship and put my uncle in. Others want to get in." I can't even get in!" He knew that Ke Muai and Xu Leyang were on good terms, so after saying these words, he put on a face: My mother gave your uncle such a big deal, what else do you have to make trouble about?

Ke Muai nodded after listening, and went out of the hotel with Jing Yunsong to the town to take a car and rushed to the county seat.

This year's snow is not so big, there is snow everywhere without legs, but fortunately, the road from the station to the cement factory is rutted by cars. Ke Muai is thin and thin, shorter than ordinary children of the same age, and she walks with difficulty. Stumbling, Jing Yunsong proposed several times to carry him on his back, but Ke Muai naturally refused, Jing Yunsong was only a few centimeters taller than him, so how could he walk on his back.

Jing Yunsong was stronger than him, and took his hand to open the road ahead. The road to the factory was relatively remote, with few ruts and thick snow in some places. Jing Yunsong's hand was very hot, so he pressed his hand hard Hold on to him, hold him firmly, and walk on the vast white land.

Sure enough, the cement plant was under construction, and more than 20 workers were working in full swing amidst flying mud and finely crushed snowflakes.

In order to save costs, Ke Yongsheng's cement factory did not install conveyor belts. Those who moved cement far away were pushed by carts, and those who were near were carried by hands. The workers were all dressed in the cheapest camouflage uniforms, not to mention hard hats and goggles, and even masks. nothing.

Ke Muai remembers that when his grandfather was still there, Xu Leyang lived pretty well. His elder son and grandson were the lifeblood of the old man. Mr. Xu used to be an officer of the Kuomintang. Both legs are disabled, but the aura around her remains undiminished. Wang Shuzhi is such a pungent person, she doesn't dare to be presumptuous in front of him.

After Mr. Xu passed away, Wang Shuzhi, the head of the family, covered the sky with one hand, and Xu Leyang fell into the hands of his stepmother. At that time, he was only six years old. He is tall, with a broad back and a thin waist, but he is not particularly strong. Compared with the men around him who do physical work all the year round, he looks even thinner.

Ke Muai ran over quickly: "Uncle!"

"Why are you here?" Xu Leyang quickly ran to the bottom of the cement pile with a bag of cement in his arms, and threw it to the top of the pile as high as a person, panting to see Ke Muai: "Mumu, Songsong, why are you here?" of?"

"Didn't I stop you from working here? Why are you still here?" Ke Muai complained gorgeously.

Xu Leyang wanted to touch his head, but when he stretched his hand halfway, he saw that his hand was covered with cement dust, so he retracted: "I have to work to eat, Mu Mu, please stop making trouble." He never He took out a crumpled ten-yuan bill from his inner pocket and handed it over, "I'm working and I can't leave, you take him to a snack bar, buy a few buns to eat, and then hurry home by car, and return him at night." There is heavy snow."

"I'm not leaving!" Ke Muai was a little angry and powerless, looking at his uncle who was covered in plaster from head to toe, he seemed to have seen his previous life again, when he was old at a young age, dragging his injured leg, The scene of limping around picking up trash and being beaten by other trash picking partners, I couldn't help my nose sore, tears were about to flow down.

"Why are you crying?" Seeing Ke Muai crying, Xu Leyang felt a little strange, and thought that he came to work in the cement factory. Even if this little nephew objected, it was just a child's temper. Come, but it's not worth crying. He wanted to wipe his tears, but his hands were full of cement dust.

Just when he was at a loss, the supervisor from behind came out and said, "Xu Leyang, what are you doing? You are fucking lazy and not working! Do you still want to be paid? If you want to do it, do it quickly, if you don't do it, get out of here quickly Calf!"

"I'll do it now!" Xu Leyang quickly explained, "My nephew is here, I'll say a few words to him, and I'll do it right away." He put the ten yuan into Ke Muai's hand, "Good Mumu, don't make trouble Now, my uncle is going to work, you hurry home by car, it gets dark early in winter, and there is still heavy snow at night, hurry up and listen, don’t let uncle worry.” After finishing speaking, he ran to move cement again.

Holding the ten yuan in her hands, Ke Muai held her breath in her chest and stood there without moving for a long time.

Jing Yunsong pulled him: "Mumu? How about we go find your uncle?"

"What are you looking for with my uncle?"

"Let him fire your uncle, if he doesn't agree, we'll smash his glass!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Ke Muai rubbed his eyes, "There are so many grown-ups here, how can we two children mess with him? Maybe my uncle will be implicated too, it doesn't matter whether he works or not, if he suffers A sudden beating must be harder than the two of us, and we have to think about it in the long run."