Time: 2009-4-22:57:34 Words: 1331
Zhiyuan didn't have the time to savor the taste of the food. He was now in the period where he had enough food and clothing. He was content, but he was unwilling. He was unwilling to be reduced to a group that relied on selling labor for a living. He always believed that he was a piece of gold that had been left behind and buried. He didn't think that fate had covered up his original nobility. He felt that he had been telling him not to give up his inherent persistence. He hastily finished his meal and returned to his room. He lay on his bed, unwilling to get up again. He wanted to rest for a while during the limited time after his meal and accumulate his strength. The energy in his body had almost been exhausted from the morning's labor. In order to survive in the afternoon, he wanted to conserve his strength. He wanted to use his perseverance to return the 'black-faced big guy's mocking. He wanted to regain his lost dignity. Zhiyuan saw that everyone was resting and thought,""Did they forget about it too? Where did the energy from yesterday's card game go? They didn't sleep well either. They woke up late in the morning and didn't even pick up any leftovers.”
Zhiyuan fell asleep unknowingly. He was too tired. It was the first time he had exerted so much strength in his life. His parents were reluctant to let him do heavy work in his hometown. They said that he was still young and would not grow taller if he was tired. Zhiyuan could not care less about his height now. Being too tall was useless except for eating more and wearing more clothes. However, it could be useful when looking for a wife. Those who were tall could find a better wife. Now that Zhiyuan had a beautiful woman in his heart, he did not want to find a wife anymore. He wanted to build a spacious and bright house and earn a lot of money to support his family so that his aging parents could get rid of the obviously tiring farm work. In order to prove his value in this world, A contest that was not competitive was to use reality to shatter the surrounding rumors.
The next morning, Yang Wu's whistle blew again on time. It sounded like a whip from a slave owner's pure exploitation. It whipped Zhiyuan's sweet dreams, and the flowers in his dreams were scattered. When the whistle sounded, Zhiyuan remembered the familiar whistle in the school's physical education class. He was reluctant and helpless. He got out of bed, put on his shoes, and ran out. Everyone lazily swayed their absent-minded bodies to the center of the assembly. Some yawned, and some put on their clothes as they walked. The brothers and sisters from the nearby villages also arrived on time and stood scattered at the edge.
Yang Wu stood at the highest point and said,""Guys, today is the first day of the brick machine's official operation. The bricks that were cut yesterday were not very good, so everyone must work hard today. We must take advantage of the rainy season to complete half of this year's task. Once the first batch of bricks is dry, we will start the kiln. This year, we are going to make three million bricks, which is the minimum. Do you see the mound behind you? It would be the final victory if they were tied. However, they had to dig the soil in the pond first. Those brothers who worked in the pond had to work harder. Once it rained, the pond would be flooded. When the rainy season came, the soil in the pond would be almost dug out. By then, they could dig on the mound. It would be much easier. Let's work hard first. The brick machine should produce as many good blanks as possible. What was the use of producing a pile of mud? Four Seas, who pulled the board, led the team. It would be boring if they pulled less and ran more. The big sisters and little sisters who were stacking the bricks had to take them quickly and put them down gently. After stacking one meter, they would cover them with grass fences to prevent the bricks from cracking too quickly. The workers on the kiln took the time to clean up the ashes and broken bricks inside. They had to make sure that every coal throwing hole was opened and the gaps were sealed so that the kiln would not smoke everywhere in the future. The kiln master would come tomorrow. Did everyone understand? Just remember who's going to work with who according to the shifts I've assigned. Don't mess things up. "Finally, I say, everyone should be more self-aware. Don't be too casual. Don't do whatever you want, ah! Alright, that's all. Come on, guys, let's get to work.”In the end, Yang Wu waved his hand and entered his office. It was called an office, but it was also a dormitory. That day, Zhiyuan and his cousin went in once. Yang Wu's last wave reminded Zhiyuan of the wave when the Japanese entered the village to sweep the area.
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