Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

When thirty or so people walked out of the mine, what greeted them was a sky full of stars and cold air coming from all directions.

The dumb young man got up from the hole and looked up at the sky full of stars above.

In the pitch-black black coal mine deep in the mountains, thirty coal miners who were unwilling to speak, with the starry sky above their heads, dragged their heavy steps, step by step towards the shed they slept in.

Song Jianyu walked behind and looked up at the stars in the sky without any pollution. Standing in this big mountain with only a light bulb in the distance, all he could hear was the chirping of frogs and cicadas.

"Go quickly."

Someone pushed him from behind, and the dumb young man knelt on the ground with his weak legs after a day of heavy work.

"Ah!" Song Jianyu cried out with his hands on the ground, and the moment he fell down, his right knee hit the protruding coal on the ground.

When he got up from the ground in the dark, he had become the last one in the line, and the worker walking closest to him was five meters away from him.

The mute young man who barely got up from the ground ignored the wound on his knee, stumbled and followed the team for more than ten minutes, and stopped at a huge place that looked like a vegetable shed.

When he got here, Song Jianyu heard some voices in a low voice, and someone was carrying a basin to fetch water nearby.

He followed the person in front, and after the person in front lifted off the plastic at the door of the shed and got in, Song Jianyu also followed with his head down and his hands up.

There was no light in the shed, and the only source of light was the door made of plastic that they saw before they came in. Song Jianyu felt that he was not only dumb, but even dying at this moment.

The smell of stinky shoes and stinky socks was everywhere, and he didn't even know if it was his illusion, but he seemed to smell a smell of urine.

What's even more frightening is that Song Jianyu has no idea where the owner of this body is sleeping, and he can't see clearly at all!He suspected that the elder brother was simply night blind.

Now there are two paths before him.

The first is to leave the greenhouse immediately. Even if he freezes to death outside and starves to death, he will not sleep here.

The second is to find a random place where someone is talking, lie down, and then listen to the conversation of others to judge what kind of place it is.

third……

The dumb young man standing in the middle of the greenhouse snapped his fingers, "There is no third way."

This person can't even speak, and if he wants to ask others for news, he is 100% suspected, and all the roads are blocked by him.

Five minutes later, Song Jianyu found a small group talking in the shed that was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers clearly. He groped for an empty seat beside him and sat down, listening to the three or four people. The content of personal whispered conversations.

"Who are you?" As soon as he sat down, one of the men who was talking turned around vigilantly.

Song Jianyu, who was night blind and mute, could only open his mouth when he was suffering and couldn't speak, and uttered: "Ahhh."

"It's a little mute." Someone explained in the dark: "The one I brought back from the train station last year is said to have run away from home to work."

"Hey, it's really a good job to work in the black coal mine." Some people laughed after hearing the explanation.

Song Jianyu, who sat on the ground and listened to their chat with ears pricked up, could not help but feel sad for him when he heard that the mute young man he possessed had run away from home to work.

What bad luck must this be, to be tricked into working in a black coal mine.

When he was at the bottom of the well during the day, he searched all over the boy's body, but he didn't find even a single steel coin.

The pockets of trousers are cleaner than the face.

People who worked in the depths of the mine for a day kept closing their sleepy eyelids, and Song Jianyu tried his best not to fall asleep in order to hear useful news.

But the people around are talking about the short things of the parents, he is a mute now and has no chance to change the subject.

The dumb young man sitting cross-legged in the dark corner, his head drooped little by little, and finally fell asleep with his head tilted once again.

The voices of the surrounding conversation gradually became quieter and quieter. Hundreds of people slept in such a simple plastic shed, and Song Jianyu slept deeply amidst the smelly feet and snoring.

The dumb young man who got up from the ground the next morning looked at the workers lying on the ground with despair in his eyes.

"Why am I still here? Do you mean you didn't even give me an intermission?"

After working for more than ten hours yesterday, Song Jianyu never expected that he would still be here when he opened his eyes again.

There was no time around, and he could only know that it was dawn through the light outside the shed.

Among the densely packed workers on the ground, two-thirds have not yet woken up, and the remaining one-third just lay there with their eyes open and motionless after waking up.

Song Jianyu looked carefully at the gray figures, and finally saw the existence of a watch on the wrist of a grey-haired worker.

The person who got up from the ground walked lightly to the sleeping person and squatted down, leaning over to check the time on the person's watch.

"Seven sixteen."

As soon as Song Jianyu read the time, he heard the door of the plastic sheet being opened in the distance, and a gust of cold wind blew into the turbid air in the greenhouse. Several workers near the door curled up without opening their eyes. He fell back and went back to sleep.

The young man who lifted the curtain obviously had no intention of entering the shed. He just searched around the ground, and finally his eyes fell on Song Jianyu, and he waved to him: "Come out dumb."

The mute young man who was squatting on the ground walked out of the shed slowly, his thinly dressed man shivering from the cold wind outside.

"Just like before, take this list and go to the pharmacy to buy something. This is your travel expenses."

A thin note was stuffed into his dusty and grimy palm, and a worn-out ten-dollar bill was stuffed into his hand along with it.

After the other party finished speaking, seeing Song Jianyu still standing blankly, he patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him: "Work hard, Lao Gong will leave next month, and then I will apply to transfer you to my side to do things." , you don’t have to go down the mine.”

"Ah!" The dumb young man smiled expectantly when he heard that he didn't need to go down the mine.

"Everyone is here! You go."

The unnamed young man was smoking a cigarette and looked at the three people approaching from a distance, and pushed Song Jianyu's shoulder to signal him to follow.

Song Jianyu also saw the three workers with their luggage in their hands, and hurriedly followed them out of the edge of the black coal mine, where an ox cart was already parked there waiting for their arrival.

When the three of them got on the wooden cart behind Lao Niu with their luggage, Song Jianyu followed suit.

Driving the ox cart was an old man wearing a straw hat. His face had long been turned into Zou Baba's orange peel through years of training. Song Jianyu, who was sitting on the back cart, looked at the dirt road ahead.

I have great doubts about the era I am in at the moment.

"Could it be that this is an era that is more backward than 1998?"

Otherwise, this kind of picture that is completely divorced from modern society makes Song Jianyu, who has lived in the city for more than [-] years, always feel a sense of separation.

The dirt road is very difficult to walk on. It is estimated that there was a heavy rain a few days ago. There are often traces of the wheels of the cars passing by on the ground. These cars made the dirt on the dirt road bumpy everywhere.

The four people sitting behind the old cow followed the ups and downs of the road. Occasionally, when they encountered a place that the old cow couldn't pass, the four people got out of the car and pushed the cart forward.

In this way, the four of them stumbled on the bullock cart on the dirt road until someone was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and finally he saw the flat red brick road ahead.

Song Jianyu, whose body was no longer jolting, looked at the red brick roads and was so moved that he almost shed tears.

too difficult!Really too difficult!

The wooden board under the buttocks is really a real wooden board, without any cushions as a cushion. After sitting in such a car for a few hours, the skeletons of his family are almost shaken apart.

The three workers sitting at the other end finally spoke after Lao Niu stepped onto the flat road.

Song Jianyu pricked up his ears on the spot, concentrating on getting ready to inquire.

In the next second, a completely incomprehensible local language made the mute young man with his ears pricked up completely speechless.

The three of them all spoke local dialects, and they spoke extremely fast. They didn't understand a single word of Song Jianyu throughout the whole process. The difficulty of identifying dialects was even more difficult than listening to Arabic.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand a word. The dumb young man looking up at the blue sky and white clouds couldn't help thinking about another possibility.

"Am I really still within the embrace of the motherland?"

After half an hour, this suspicion was finally broken.

Because they came to a small town, the old man driving the ox cart asked them to get off at the intersection of the town, and the three workers who carried the luggage walked away together.

Abandoning Song Jianyu and standing there alone, he is currently equipped with a set of old clothes, a note with medicine written on it, and ten yuan for running errands.

Beyond that, know nothing, have nothing, and be dumb.

The dumb young man with clenched fists walked cautiously to a steaming steamed stuffed bun shop. There was no price or name of the stuffed buns, and he didn't know how to order anything he wanted to buy.

"Handsome guy, buy buns, what flavor do you want, cabbage, pork, sauerkraut, vermicelli, chives and eggs are all available."

The boss greeted Song Jianyu who was standing at the door.

Song Jianyu opened his mouth and pointed to the steaming steamer, "Ah!"

"Fuck!" The person who couldn't afford to buy a steamed bun was about to cry, but fortunately, after seeing that he was dumb, the boss opened the steamer and pointed at the steamed buns inside: "Meat, sauerkraut, and eggs, which one do you want?"

The dumb young man standing in front of the steamer pointed at the meat without hesitation, and then raised three fingers: "Ahhh!"

"Three meat buns, two yuan for four."

Song Jianyu handed the ten yuan note in his pocket to the other party, took three freshly baked meat buns, and gnawed them contentedly.

"Looking for your money."

The change of seven yuan and six came into his hands, and the person holding the buns ate all the way to find the figure of the pharmacy, and stopped and stopped in the town by the way, wanting to know where this place is.

After walking around and finding no clues, the person lowered his head and entered the only pharmacy in the town.

After entering the door, the old man in the pharmacy wearing a red apron saw him and skillfully reached out "a note."

Song Jianyu handed the note in his pocket to the other party, and while the other party was dispensing the medicine, he looked at the pharmacy less than twenty square meters in size.

There are very few medicines placed under the glass counters, scattered inside in twos and threes, and there is a thick layer of dust under many counters, and the naked eye can see that the business is bleak.

He lowered his head and looked along the counter all the way to the counter in the last row, where he finally saw an annual calendar hanging on the wall.

This calendar poster is very new. It can be seen that this poster has not been posted for a long time, and the paper on it has no signs of yellowing or damage. This is a calendar made from a TV promotional image.

In the center of the Condor Heroes poster, a huge red year greeting is written.

[2006 Bingxu Year of the Lunar Calendar, congratulations on all the best in the new year...]