1 When the children in Sijiucheng thought that the instant noodles for ten yuan were really fragrant, children in remote areas of China also thought that the instant noodles for one dollar were very fragrant and delicious.

For children in these places, instant noodles are delicious dishes that can only be eaten on their birthdays.

This place is not as good as that of Bei (Miao) Jing. It is China's political, economic and cultural center. Ordinary workers can earn several hundred yuan a month. In those remote places, earning one hundred yuan a month is already very high.

For those rural families, there is no concept of monthly income at all.

Some people in the south can still earn a few dollars a year, three dollars a year, and make a little more money. When you go to places in the north where only one dollar a year, your income per year is the income from selling grain.

When the grain is sold out, you have to keep money to buy seeds and fertilizers for the second year, pay agricultural taxes, and go to school for the children.

Therefore, for rural children, let alone playing with a five-dollar computer for an hour, eating a ten-dollar bowl of instant noodles, or eating a pack of instant noodles for a dollar, it is like the New Year.

However, this year is different from previous years. Uncle San, who went to work in the city, got back a magical machine. It is said that if he plugged in the machine, he could play games.

A whole family of more than ten children gathered in front of a small fourteen-inch black and white TV, watching the uncle connect the game console and debug the new account.

When they really saw their uncle being able to control the things on the TV with the handle, their faces were full of surprise.

As the owner of the machine, Uncle San naturally had to keep playing, so these more than ten children could only line up to play with Uncle San.

Uncle San also likes this atmosphere of need and flattery by the children. You must know that it is impossible for him to be a construction worker in the city to not be scolded a thousand or eight hundred times a day.

Although he was angry, he couldn't scold him. It was not that he was afraid of the person who scolded him, but that he scolded him and could not get a penny of his salary.

You know...even if you don't retaliate, your salary will be owed for a long time before you pay it.

When I returned home and had the Chinese New Year, I was able to be needed by others, looked up to by others, admired by others, and asked by others. This is the thing I hope most for the third uncle in the year.

"Miss San, mistress, come on." The elders in the family called Uncle San.

Uncle San handed the handle in his hand to someone else and followed his elders to do it.

The elder said, "Miss, you have made a fortune and made a lot of money. Your Uncle Wang's second son also wants to go out to work with you this year, look..."

Uncle San took the cigarette handed over by his elders, took out a match to help the elders and lit it. He sucked a few times, and said in silence, "Second Grandpa, isn't I not helping... But can he endure the hardship? Look, I seem to be rich when I come back. But I don't have money. There are more rich people in the city than me."

"Suffering hardships? No matter how hard you are, you can have so much pain in your land?" the old man asked.

"Look--" Uncle San rolled up his sleeves, and there was a large penetrating scar on his arm. He said, "This was pierced by steel bars. If I hadn't been thrilling and hiding in time, maybe I wouldn't have come back this year. But even if my arm was pierced, I still have to work. Now it's windy and rainy, it's very uncomfortable here. I want to recover from my injuries, but... I'll get out if I don't work..."

Uncle San showed a vicissitudes of expression on his face.

In this era, migrant workers not only could not pay their wages on time, but almost nothing would be left unavailable.

Once you are injured in an accident, as long as you don’t die on the spot, don’t think of any compensation.

Not only is there no compensation, but as long as you can move, you have to continue working.

Uncle San recalled that period of time, went to the black clinic and simply bandaged it, and he kept having a fever when he returned to the construction site.

Sometimes I don’t know anything anymore and I have to work mechanically.

Others can get ten yuan a day, but he will only get five yuan a day after being injured.

Fortunately, humans have tenacious vitality, so he finally survived that uncomfortable period and his body probably returned to normal.

However, like many old workers, he was addicted to alcohol and smoking.

It’s not that he likes to drink, but that he doesn’t drink at night. After a day of forced labor, he’s sore all over and can’t sleep at all.

After taking a sip of white wine, I fell asleep in a daze.

He was lucky. The man who had originally slept next to him bought fake wine because he was greedy for cheapness and blinded his eyes and became a useless person.

compensation?

No compensation.

Uncle San sometimes feels that they are not human at all.

Although they built a brand new city, there was no brick in this city belonging to him.

Perhaps only when he returns to his hometown can he feel like a person and like a person.

When the old man heard the words of the third uncle, he took a few puffs of cigarettes and said, "It's okay, the men in our village are not afraid of suffering. How much money can you make in digging food in your life? You'd better go to a big city! You haven't watched the Spring Festival Gala, big cities are so good. Do you want to stay in the village and sell blood?"

Uncle San nodded silently after hearing this.

"Okay, go and have fun." The old man left.

Uncle San turned around and returned to the warm atmosphere, as if there were no worries at all among the children.

The child who had just taken Uncle San’s handle, saw Uncle San coming back, handed back the handle with a little reluctant, “Uncle San, you can play.”

Hearing this crisp voice, Uncle San said, "You guys play, I'll just watch it."

The child didn't think much about it and continued to play happily.

Uncle San looked at these energetic children and thought a lot in his mind. He suddenly felt a little sad. What kind of life do these children who were as carefree as they were twenty years ago faced when they grew up?

If... if you have children, should your children be migrant workers for life like you?

Uncle San felt very uncomfortable, but he had no choice.

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"I was so happy to have fun!" Wang Jianguo said to Li Dali.

"Well! So happy! It's just...we have no money!"

"Yes... we have no money! However, my mother said that I will get twenty yuan of pocket money after finishing my winter vacation homework before the fifteenth. We will come and have fun again! I'll treat you!" Wang Jianguo said.

"Jianguo, you are so good!" Li Dali hugged Wang Jianguo.

At this time, in the snowy northern country, a child was flirting with the Xinhua Dictionary and saw such an example sentence.
Chapter completed!