A dim light bulb was hung from the roof of the work shed. Hu Xiangfu, the contractor, was sitting at the square table facing the light bulb. Around the square table stood a circle of his fellow villagers, who were also migrant workers working for him. Hu Xiangfu pulled the dark little abacus with one hand, and placed it on a kraft paper bag with one hand. The paper bag contained a thick wad of money, which was everyone's salary this month. Hu Xiangfu shouted their names one by one, and the one who was called hurriedly stood before him to get the money, but before the salary was paid, he had to listen to the contractor to recite the fine items. Someone had diarrhea and returned to the work shed two hours earlier; Someone lost two paintbrushes; someone broke the steel apron ruler; someone painted a wall and the owner asked to rework, etc. Naturally, he would be punished if he made a mistake. The more penalties and the less depends on Hu Xiangfu's interest.
Tonight, Huang Guilong did not go to the International Student Building to cook for Martina. After work, he returned to the workshop early and waited for the money. At this moment, Hu Xiangfu looked at Huang Guilong in front of him, stopped his abacus, and lit a cigarette: "Where is Guilong? Why don't you go pick a foreign girl this morning, why do you come back so early?"
Huang Guilong heard something unkind from Hu Xiangfu's mouth, but he didn't say a word, and his thick palm was rubbed against the corner of the table. Hu Xiangfu said: "Recently, you always don't go back to the work shed to cook. I can't do anything. I called my wife from the country through a long-distance call. A woman's family left the child and chores and came to our work shed to cook for everyone. You can't do it in vain. From this month on, the brethren will pay 30 yuan per month, and you will pay forty for your dragon, and you will be paid for her." After Hu Xiangfu said, he pulled a few more abacus, from the paper bag He drew out a few hundred-yuan bills to Huang Guilong. This was Huang Guilong's reward for a month. Huang Guilong took the money, and boldly asked: "Old Hu, even if I pay my sister-in-law, why should everyone pay 30 a month, I have to pay 40?"
"Huh, why?" Hu Xiangfu puffed out a thick smoke: "Only by your Huang Guilong's original two brush craftsmanship, no one hired you in Gaoyou countryside. It's not my old Hu. It's your mother for three days. Both ends to my house to beg for mercy, and took your little brother to meet the world in Shanghai. I originally told you that for three years, I just didn't pay for the food and let you learn the craft for nothing, and you cook for the brothers in the workshop every day. I think you are in your early twenties. Sooner or later, you will have a family. You will be paid less than a year after you come, and you will be side by side with the brothers. Now you are doing well, and you will not return to the work shed until late at night after you have finished work. You have to hire my wife to do your job now. Everyone is involved, so why don't you have to pay ten dollars more?"
"But... But I don't eat dinner in the work shed, so why do I deduct the food expenses?" Huang Guilong asked unwillingly.
"This is the rule of our workshop. No one will not let you eat. You are not willing to go back to the workshop to eat. Anyway, everyone has to pay for the food. If you don't like it, you can go elsewhere to find a job. , My old Hu won't stop you." Hu Xiangfu spit on a nail, saying so hard.
In fact, the other brothers were also on fire right now. Huang Guilong didn't return to the work shed to cook. Hu Xiangfu took the opportunity to find an excuse to call his wife out, and easily earned a salary. To say that most of the brothers here have become families. Whose wife is not happy to come to Shanghai to make money? But his wife and his wife are not the same. The brothers in the work shed all work for him, and they have to endure no matter how angry they are. Those who don't understand have a rough look at this big Shanghai where there are important people to do, and they can find food everywhere, but they are not. Let's just talk about the work done by the brothers in the shed. Nowadays, on many road corners in Shanghai, it's not difficult to see three or five "road guerrillas" squatting on the ground, with a small wooden board in front of them, saying "Mason, woodworker" ", painter", squatting for half a day can not find a job to do, you can think of the taste. In any case, Hu Xiangfu has been living in Shanghai for a long time. The work he receives every month is enough for more than a dozen people and he has never been interrupted. For this reason, no one wants to offend him. As rough as a contractor. The brothers who had paid the money but did not dare to speak, cast their anger on Huang Guilong.
"Guilong, why does that foreign girl fall in love with you? Are you stronger than us?"
"What are you going to do in the work shed? How warm is it to go to bed with a foreign girl in that building."
"Our Guilong Toad wants to eat swan meat. If it is really made, then you may give birth to a hybrid child to scare Guilong Niang to death."
The words below are getting more and more outrageous. The migrant workers who have been tired for a day without their wife by their side, their spiritual life is really a pitiful blank, and they get addicted when they have the opportunity. Huang Guilong didn't speak, pulled the quilt and got in, covering his head tightly.