Time: 2009-4-313:20:45 Words: 1682
The sky was just beginning to brighten, and everyone woke up early as usual. They hurriedly divided their work and ran to their work stations." Xiaomiao, go out of the kiln. I'll teach you how to do it later."”After saying that, Yang Wu brought Zhiyuan to the first cave of the kiln. The wind blocking brick wall at the entrance had been removed yesterday. Zhiyuan bent down and went into the cave. After a night of ventilation and cooling, the brick pile in front of him had turned cold. It was maroon in front of him. This was the brick he had personally made. After being tempered by the fire, it had become a hard red brick. Even the dust on the ground had lost its original color. "The color is very good, and the fire is even." Yang Wu said as he picked up two bricks and knocked them against each other. His voice was clear and loud. A satisfied smile appeared on Yang Wu's face.
Yang Wu used the modified car to produce two carts of bricks as if he was demonstrating. The kiln was extremely dry, and the brick dust that was raised was pungent. The moment he breathed, he could feel the particles passing through his nose. Zhiyuan covered his nose with his hand and panted. The dust that entered his eyes rubbed against his eyeballs, and the tears that were stimulated were sucked dry by the dust. Yang Five patted the dust off his hands and left. It was time for Zhiyuan to go on stage. It was like a farmer's harvest was about to be picked, but this harvest was especially dazzling and depressing. It was like a thick wall waiting for him to remove the obstacles in the future.
It was the same as the previous situation, but now it was in the opposite order, converting the fruits of labor into a way of harvesting and exchanging them for money. Before this, Zhiyuan had carefully watched the process of Yang Wu's brick throwing. When he personally did it, other than the initial clumsiness, he quickly became familiar with the rhythm and steps of the brick throwing. Since he didn't have a mask, Zhiyuan took a towel to cover his mouth. The dust was too thick. After familiarizing himself with the 100 bricks in the first truck, Zhiyuan quickly became as experienced as a veteran. This was probably the confidence he had when he dropped out of school.
Leaving the kiln was as hard as putting in the kiln. His hands were even more worn out. In less than a morning, Zhiyuan's hands were bleeding from the sharp and hard bricks. He had to persist and continue. He had no other choice, nor did he have the right and opportunity to choose. In the morning, Zhiyuan threw nearly 2,000 bricks, but he was also exhausted. Other than the pain in his hands, his head was covered in dust. It was like a pine tree that had gone through a frosty night, sparkling and translucent hanging all over its fluffy branches.
In the afternoon, the same story was repeated. Yang Wu was beaming with joy. The fruits of his harvest were right in front of him. This was the most practical result. It was also the result of everyone's hard work for two months. Although the method of labor was the most primitive, the result was the same. They converted their efforts into tradable money. Zhiyuan looked at the empty cave calmly. He knew that this was just the beginning of reincarnation. In front of him was a burning fire, and under his feet was the place where the fire would conquer again. Behind him was an inescapable road. Fire and heat were fair, and it did not hesitate to roast every inch of the journey.
Another difficult day had finally passed. Zhiyuan used a towel to beat the dust off his body. He coughed out the impurities in his lungs and breathed in the clean air. The sweat on his body had not yet dried and stuck to his clothes. At this moment, he really needed a hot bath to wash away the dirt on his body and relax his muscles that had been tired for a day. He also wanted to change into clean clothes and relax his tense nerves. All perfect ideas were impossible to achieve. He walked to the pool behind the house and scooped up half a basin of stinky rotten water with a basin. This was his reward for his hard work and the final curtain call. He calmly and simply washed his face and neck, returned to the house, picked up the rice bowl, and walked into the kitchen. His stomach had long been hungry, and filling his stomach was the most urgent and realistic thing. As for all other assumptions, he could only rely on his dreams to realize them. After eating, his tiredness and sleepiness became even stronger. The light in the room was so dim because of the wind, but he still slept with his clothes on. The pure physical labor took away the leisure of undressing and making the bed. He felt sticky all over. He could feel the layer of dirt between his clothes and his body separating the two so clearly. No thoughts could stop the sleepiness from attacking him. Another ordinary, calm night that repeated tomorrow brought him to a sweet dream on time.
Unknowingly, dozens of days had passed. He did not check what day of the month it was and what solar term it was. In his hometown, he could still hear his parents nagging about what solar term it was and how to sow and fertilize the crops. In the brick kiln, Zhiyuan didn't need to consider time and date as part of his environment. There was no television, radio or newspaper here. It was like a world that didn't belong to modern society at all. There was no source of information or fresh things. Of course, there was no motivation to ignite the passion of life. Everyone was like a soulless body, working and running in a straight line between the brick kiln and the kitchen of the dormitory like a walking corpse. There was no extension or winding. The distance was still that distance, and tomorrow would be the same as today and yesterday.
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