Time: 2009-4-23:16:06 Words: 1592
Yang Wu and the others came out from the depths of the rolling mountains. They did not have enough capital to do big business, so they chose to contract the brick kiln to realize their dream of changing their fate. The contracting of the brick kiln didn't require any initial capital. The kiln owner would provide all the conditions such as food and accommodation. As long as Yang Wu and the others gathered enough manpower to turn the yellow soil into red bricks, the kiln owner would pay for the transportation, coal, labor, and other costs in advance. Of course, the kiln owner would deduct the advance payment of the kiln owner for the contract price of burning a piece of red brick for Yang Wu. The kiln owner increased the price of the finished bricks he received from Yang Wu to the market price and then resold them to earn the difference. This meant that if Yang Wu wanted to earn more money, he had to squeeze more profits from the workers. The kiln owner enjoyed the fruits of labor and did not have to worry about anything related to production. He just needed to receive bricks and sell bricks every day.
The brick machine began its unique roar again. The steel body was absolutely obedient. Occasionally, when it was lazy, the mechanic would quickly make it sing happily again, repeating a simple and monotonous orbit around the endless circle. Zhiyuan felt his entire body swell up even before he reached the earthen pond. His arms were so heavy that he could barely lift them. He had been listening to Yang Wu's heavenly speech just now and did not feel uncomfortable. Now, he saw blisters on both his hands. They were burning and painful. The biggest one was as big as a peanut and was crystal clear. When he pressed it gently, he felt water moving inside. The water in the blisters swelled up his skin, and the lines on his skin were abnormally clear. Zhiyuan felt a little numb and painful in his legs. He cursed in his heart," Damn it, why didn't it feel any pain when it was eating? After sleeping for a while, all kinds of symptoms appeared. He found it unbelievable, but he also thought that it might be because he was too busy fighting with the big black-faced man in the morning that he didn't feel it. Now that his nervousness has subsided, the pain released its power along with the relaxation of his nerves, afraid that you would ignore its existence.”
"Xiaomiao, what are you dawdling for?”They had already loaded several cars. Zhiyuan turned around and saw Yang Wu following him." My hand is blistered and it hurts badly. Take a look."”Zhiyuan waved his hand in disgust. He couldn't stand Yang Wu shouting like a ghost and thought that he was really slacking off. When he looked up, he saw that the workers in the mud pond were still wandering around. "It's okay, buddy. It'll be fine in a few days. If it doesn't bubble, how can you call it hard work? It'll be fine after two days. How painful can it be? You're passing by, right? Go on and do it. If it hurts, it won't hurt anymore. If you dare to take this move, you must be able to make a move.”Yang Wu continued unhurriedly. Zhiyuan cursed Yang Wu in his heart,""F * ck you, you make it sound so easy when you say that blisters can't be formed on your hands. Your waist doesn't hurt when you're talking while standing. Look at what my hands look like.”However, Zhiyuan thought about it and said," What Yang Wu said makes sense. Since you're already living under his roof, why are you pretending to be wronged? What's there to be wronged about? Yang Wu didn't invite you here from his hometown. It was because he begged his cousin to introduce you here. If it weren't for the fact that there's a place to sleep and eat here, I would still be wasting my family's food in my hometown.”
Thinking of this, Zhiyuan perked up again. He walked a few steps and arrived at the bottom of the pond before Yang Wu. The tractor followed closely behind like a plague. "It's starting, brothers. Xiaomiao, go on. Once the blisters are broken, it won't hurt anymore.”Yang Wu spoke in his usual way of coaxing and motivating the workers. Yang Wu used his unique tone to close the distance between him and the workers. Zhiyuan felt that it was awkward to hear, but he couldn't find any reason to dislike it. The tractor stopped facing the pile of dirt. Zhiyuan was the first to rush forward. He stood in position and held the shovel handle tightly to start loading the dirt. The moment he held the shovel handle, another piercing pain drilled into his heart. He knew it was the pain of squeezing the blisters. The outer skin of the blisters was thick, and the water in the blisters spread out under the pressure, tearing the skin and muscles apart. It was so painful that tears were about to seep out of his eyes. Zhiyuan stole a glance at the black-faced man, who was also looking at him with ill intentions. It seemed that he was waiting to see him make a fool of himself. Zhiyuan pretended to be very calm as he loaded the truck with everyone. After a morning of exercise, Zhiyuan had no problem loading the truck. The problem was in his hands. The pain was constantly decreasing and increasing as he lifted the shovel and shoveled the soil. Zhiyuan held the shovel tightly with both hands and did not dare to relax. If he loosened the shovel and tightened it again, the pain would be like repeatedly cutting a wound with a sharp weapon. The clear pain spread throughout his body along with the dense nerves. Zhiyuan was sweating profusely. It was pain and fatigue. Soon, a truck was loaded. The tractor was smoking and dragging the heavy body. Yang Wu sat on the tractor and left. The big black-faced man also restrained his contemptuous expression.
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