My experience as a coolie

In the summer when I graduated from junior high school, I finished the summer harvest with my brother at home, and there was still some time to leave school. Dad asked us if we would like to take a summer job. If you want to go, join the engineering team in Qin Jianzhong. They are short of people. With the idea that being idle is also idle, we agreed to try.

Qin Jianzhong used to be his father's colleague, but he can't be a teacher because of his super life. Unwilling to be trapped at home, I set up a small engineering team and went out to find subcontracted projects to do.

At dawn the next day, I ate some leftovers at random, took a change of clothes with my brother, stepped on my bike and set off with my companions. Our construction site is opposite the county bus station, passing through the dense wooden house pipe jacking and reaching the first floor plane, which is our working face. Our task is to tie steel bars.

I got a helmet glove, took a long horse nail, put a small steel wire in my bag, and started working under the leadership of my master. However, the technique is always clumsy and the angle of placement is easy to be biased. Soon, the sun began to get hot and my clothes began to get wet.

From time to time, a chubby supervisor with a beard walked from one end to the other, cursing people in Hakka from time to time. He walked past me, stood for a while and said, "You really came to practice!" " "Qin Jianzhong a listen to, hurriedly came over and said," just now we taught him, the project has made progress, right? "

Formwork grooves are paved with steel bars, like a stout dragon. The weather in Zhejiang is hot and dry, but the oblique shadow of the sun is still too long. I know, it's still early for lunch.

Across the road is the bus stop, people and cars pass by in a hurry, and the sound of hawking and horns is endless. Because I sweat a lot, I have to drink water from time to time for fear of causing dissatisfaction with my supervisor. I feel that it is good to stay at home for a hundred days, but it is difficult to go out for a while. In particular, the tweeter of the station broadcasts the shuttle bus information in Mandarin, Vernacular and Guilin dialect respectively, so I think, if I am a passenger, I would like to take it anywhere as long as I can "escape" from this place.

Cicadas on street trees are chirping in the dark. When two blood bubbles appeared on my hands, it was finally time for lunch.

The rest place on the construction site is the rented house behind the station, and the bedstead of the dormitory is divided into upper and lower bunks like that of the school. This small room is crowded with bedsteads. We are young and divided into upper bunks. Eating is done by our own people in turn. In our class, there are people from the same village and others from other villages. When we get to know each other, we sometimes play some vulgar jokes. Maybe my brother and I are both students, and they seem to avoid it. On one occasion, we once saw workers in neighboring villages scattering sawdust on other people's underwear to dry. My brother took a hard bite and mumbled something. ...

The food is often bean sprout broth, tofu and seasonal vegetables. It is full, but the taste is not flattering. But I always look forward to the arrival of rice, not because I am hungry, but because I want to have a rest.

A creaking ceiling fan can't solve the heat in summer, but it is much more comfortable than the construction site. Once, a worker in the upper bunk was hit in the head by a fan. The energy of the fan was not enough.

On the night of pouring concrete, the lights are like day, and the two shifts are running nervously. I'm in charge of pushing and feeding, and my brother is feeding in the mixer downstairs. He ran around downstairs and on the floor all night. At dawn the next day, the position was finally captured. Back in the dormitory, my brother and I fell asleep as soon as we stuck to the bed. At the end of the construction period, my face turned black and my hands peeled off. But this experience, in retrospect, has brought me perseverance and persistence, and I know the meaning of hard-earned money!

We have gone through a summer job for half a month. We went back to school before the salary was paid. Later, dad said it would take a year for the money to arrive.

My brother said that we should study hard to make it look like it, and strive to never be a plasterer again.