Chapter 1164 A good time for everyone (second update, please subscribe)
When the first ray of sunshine shines into Kuala Lumpur in the early morning, the city has woken up from its slumber.
Although there are more than hundreds of thousands of indigenous people living in this city with a population of one million, the early mornings here are quiet, and there is no sound of morning prayers in the temple. For these more than a dozen people working in the factory For young people, they just want to take a little more rest every day.
In fact, most people are like this. Busy work will make people lose interest in everything.
Once again, Ananda was woken up by the noise of the neighbor's children. Although they were separated by a wall, he still cursed loudly:
"Damn it, you are noisy so early in the morning, why don't you have to go to work?"
Soon, the voice of a woman scolding the children came from the other side of the wall. When the children calmed down, At that time, Ananda got up and said contemptuously:
“I knew he must be a country bumpkin!”
The woman next door spoke Malay. In a big city like Kuala Lumpur, only the one who just Only the country bumpkins who go to the city speak Malay. But they will soon take the initiative to learn to speak Chinese - in cities such as Kuala Lumpur, it is difficult to move without speaking Chinese.
In addition to newspapers, radio, and television being in Chinese, shop signs here, bus stops... everything is in Chinese and with Chinese characters. Even in the factory, if you don't speak Chinese, you will still be at a disadvantage. After all, the shift leaders, car supervisors and other workshop supervisors are all from the Tang Dynasty.
He snorted contemptuously. As soon as he went out, Ananda saw his daughter, and his brows immediately wrinkled. In the past few years, he had been working hard, but to no avail... His wife never gave birth to a child again. , now he doesn't even bother to do that kind of thing anymore.
It's not that I'm lazy...it's that I can't.
Looking towards the kitchen, Ananda frowned and muttered:
“What a dismal woman!”
Can’t give birth. Boy, this must be a woman’s problem!
Soon, my wife brought breakfast to the living room - although the living room is only five or six square meters, it is suitable for a family of three.
Actually, this is also a characteristic of Kuala Lumpur New Village. The living room is not big. The big one with two bedrooms is only 78 square meters, and the small one is 56 square meters. A house with two bedrooms and one living room is only about 40 square meters.
The apartment with a floor height of only 2.4 meters is neither high nor short, but the sound insulation effect is very poor. You can always hear the sounds next door - couples quarreling, children crying, etc. These houses are more like "pigeon cages" than apartments.
Such "pigeon cages" are very common in Malaya, Surabaya, Zamboanga and other places. Although they are small, they are regarded by the United Nations as a model of "socialized housing" and are highly praised.
In these countries and regions. Such six-story apartments are neatly arranged like soldiers. They are the first choice for new residents coming to the city. They are deeply loved by new residents because of their cheap rent and good facilities.
Of course, this is their only choice.
After all, this is an official residence.
At the beginning, they felt that there were only two bedrooms and they might not be able to live in them, but now it seems that they can’t have children... Even if they have two houses, they don’t feel that the room is not enough.
Ananda felt depressed at the thought of not having children, and even her daughter was a little upset. In the end, she just sighed, had a hasty breakfast, and turned around to go to work.
……
While Ananda was enjoying breakfast, Lin Guodong was also enjoying breakfast in another new village a few kilometers away.
There were several children surrounding the table. The eldest was only 8 years old and the youngest was only five months old. The seven children were having breakfast happily.
The wife is feeding the youngest. Although she is a local aborigine, she is also very considerate and good at taking care of others. Now, she is pregnant again.
Lin Guodong is very satisfied with his current life. He never even imagined that he would live such a life.
In the 25th year of Da Congmin's reign, he was admitted to the military academy, fought in wars from south to north for more than ten years, and finally ended up living in a foreign country. If it weren't for Nanyang's help, they would probably still be in the ravines of North Vietnam.
But what about now?
Looking at his wife and children gathered around the table, he cast his eyes out the window. Through the window of the restaurant, he could see the neighbors opposite.
Exactly the same houses, there seems to be no difference. The wooden two-story building with three windows on the attic looks the same in the village except for a slightly different color.
These houses were provided by the Tang People's Association. They evacuated here from North Vietnam a few years ago, and families among them were arranged to live in such houses. The singles lived in dormitories. Later, they gradually found wives, most of whom were local girls.
Just like Lin Guodong’s wife, she is also an Aboriginal.
However, many indigenous women are now willing to marry Tang people because Tang people do not beat their wives.
But aboriginal men often beat their wives.
In the new villages where the aborigines live, wife beating is almost commonplace. As a police officer, Lin Guodong often receives such requests for help.
Facing women’s requests for help, they will place the women in nearby women’s protection institutions to protect their safety.
Because most of those protection institutions are located in single dormitories, where there are many veterans like him who have served in the army. The last thing they look down on is wife beaters, so no Malay husband dares to go there. There was trouble there.
However, this also brings a side effect, that is, while those women are protected there, it is easy for them to fall in love with the men in the single dormitories.
Then there's divorce - a formality that actually isn't even required. Because most of them do not have legal marriage procedures.
So, inadvertently, many veterans found their wives and moved into such new villages.
"Perhaps, this is life!"
Looking at a family of wives, children and young children, Lin Guodong smiled. He said after breakfast.
"Boss, you will take your younger brothers and sisters nearby to wait for the school bus. Asha, I'm going to work first. You take care of yourself at home and remember to eat more fruit."
Listening to my husband's concern , Asha nodded and said:
"I know, you only have to take care of yourself when you are at work. Remember to drink more tea when patrolling." Asha picked up the kettle from the side as she said it, and left Go to the door and hand it to your husband. On the porch, when the children are not around, you first look around, and then like the women on TV, you kiss your husband quietly.
No words, just a kiss, and then he looked at Lin Guodong with a happy face, and helped him straighten his collar.
"Come back early after get off work."
"Yeah!"
Lin Guodong touched his wife's cheek affectionately, then opened the door, pushed open the magnetic screen door, and rode his bicycle to work .
Looking at the houses on the roadside and the children lining up waiting for the school bus. A heartfelt smile appeared on Lin Guodong's face.
This smile is contentment.
Such a house, such a life, such a wife and children. These are things that Lin Guodong had never thought about before.
But it was the life he dreamed of.
......
"What the hell are these days? If you work so hard all day long, damn it, women can't give birth."
< br>In the crowded bus, Ananda thought about her life. I couldn't help but complain in my heart.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he even had the urge to go back home and give that woman a good meal.
If you don’t beat a woman who can’t give birth, why do you want to keep her?
The smell in the crowded bus was terrible, Ananda, who was among the crowd, just thought about it while looking out the window.
Looking at the bustling city outside the window, he couldn't even remember the surprise he felt when he saw the people here when he first entered the city. Now, he just watched it all numbly.
Like many people in the carriage, they came from the countryside to the city, then entered the factory, and then worked like cattle and horses, busy for more than ten hours a day, just to earn a meager salary. Then I dragged my tired body back to the apartment, back to the house that was constantly noisy every night, listening to the beatings, scolding, and crying around me...
But even so, he would not return to the countryside. After all, life here is better than there anyway.
A few dozen minutes later, Ananda got off the bus and arrived at the factory where he worked - Apodula Oil Factory. As soon as he entered the factory, Anand started working with others.< br>
Although the salary is very small, he still works very hard. After all, the boss Abdullah is not only one of their own, but also a well-known local figure. He is a close confidant of Sudan and has been working for hundreds of years. They are all one of the most prestigious families. They are more willing to work for such a master than to work for the Tang people. After all, it is an honor to be able to work for them. So even though the salary is a little less and it's very hard, they still work hard without complaining.
The factory is simple, and so is the equipment. Under the pressure of oil pressing, the red cottonseed oil is squeezed out. As soon as it is squeezed out here, it is directly put into a large iron barrel over there. , then packaged in green glass bottles, labeled, packed and shipped to various places.
While the workers in the factory were busy, Apudula was standing by the window, looking at the boxes of fuel being loaded onto the truck. When he heard the door open behind him, he felt quite proud. said.
"Malda, have you seen that the products of our factory are sent out as soon as they are produced, and there is simply not enough to sell!"
"Yes, boss, there is simply not enough to sell!"
Marda also echoed, and then said:
"The only pity is that the cotton seeds from the ginning factory are now in short supply, not to mention us, including Sudan's The factory doesn’t have enough cottonseeds. Without cottonseeds, not enough oil can be squeezed out..."
These cottonseeds are extremely cheap!
For them, there is not even any cost, because the cottonseed itself is a by-product after stripping - the cottonseed that has been stripped many times with a stripper in the gin factory is of no use at all, and the remaining cottonseed is used for Press oil.
These oil mills have been political from the beginning - they were all run by several Sultans and senior Umno officials. They obtained cotton seeds from the Tang Dynasty's cotton gins almost free of charge. The oil is then pressed and bottled for sale. Because of their identity, status and general relationship, those who buy cottonseed oil are indigenous people.
Who doesn’t like this kind of business without capital?
“Oh, what a pity!”
Apodula said, holding a cigar in his mouth.
"I'll talk to them later and see if we can get dozens more tons of cottonseed. This is all money..."
"Boss, you are right, but..."
Malda said:
“The Department of Health issued another notice requiring us to use advanced oil extraction equipment, saying that our production equipment is too crude and the crude oil we produce is unhygienic... "
Before Marda could finish speaking, Abdullah said loudly:
"Are you kidding me? Replacing new equipment requires money. They just ask me to replace the equipment. Do they pay for it? Don't worry about those guys. It's just the Department of Health. They can still control us!"
With that said, Apodula took a puff of his cigar and said proudly.
“Don’t even look at who we are!”
When he said this, he picked up the newspaper from the table complacently. In fact, he usually doesn’t read newspapers. Because newspapers are all written in Chinese.
So there is no need to read the newspaper at all. You can only understand a few words.
But when he picked up the newspaper today and saw the front page of the newspaper, he was suddenly confused.
“This, what is going on!”
The reason why he was so surprised was because the news in the newspaper was really sensational. So much so that he read it several times to make sure he saw it correctly.
At this moment he heard loud shouts from outside, and before he could react, he saw angry workers rushing in with a hook knife for cutting sacks...
(End of this chapter)