Chapter 30 Preface ‘An Old Dog’
Time: September 2, 1988
Summer
Preface:
【‘Blood Processing Factory’】
The sun is high in the sky, the earth is blazing, and wavy heat waves are rising from the ground along with the soil.
The land was scorching hot, rivers dried up, farmland cracked, and people turned into dried meat.
"Chi!"
The dense roots were pulled out with force, and a large amount of soil was scattered during the shaking.
The dried mud shook off and hit the feet wearing protective shoes.
It hurt, the clods of soil were no different from stones, but the man was used to it, and a thick layer of calluses had already formed on the soles of his feet and insteps.
This is peanuts. The end of August and the beginning of September is the time to pull peanuts.
"Tell me, why do those city people always say farming is good, but why don't they help us farm it?"
Under the shade of a tree, two or three men squatted together, with a towel hanging around their necks.
Their dry black skin was covered with wrinkles. They looked at the homemade cigarettes, and their cloudy eyes looked at the land in front of them, gradually blurring as the heat wave rose.
"Because I'm tired, because I'm dirty, dirty and tired."
Someone spoke.
“It’s dirty and tiring, how can it be a good job?”
"Hmm~ No."
"Hey, he's come around, why do you say farming is good?"
Several men talked boredly, and the words floated away in the wind along with the cigarettes.
There are several dark figures in the farmland, bent over, facing the loess and back to the sky. It is difficult to tell who they are and whether they are male or female.
But these men knew who owned the land under their feet, and they also knew who the other party was.
"I don't know, but I know. Farming is good."
"Which one is better?"
The old man smoking turned his head to look at the other person, grinning and showing yellow teeth.
"Old Li Tou, why do you want to farm all your life?"
Old Li Tou thought for a moment and said: "Let me stop farming."
"Hey, farming is good, but you are farming to prevent your son from farming."
The old man was happy, but not for long.
He finished smoking, put on his hat, and plunged into the heat wave. Soon, he became one of the bent, dark shadows.
This is what he does too.
Under the shade of the tree, a young man did not speak. He drank two sips of water from the iron can of rice-treasure porridge, looked at the harvest, then turned around and left on his three-wheeler.
His name was Sun Jian. He had never gone to school. He was in his twenties, but he had been farming for ten years.
On the tricycle were peanuts from his field. The bad weather made the soil as hard as Jiba, making it difficult to harvest. Fortunately, his field was loose, so he could easily pull it up and finish harvesting earlier than others.
Sun Jian didn't have any ideals. He thought farming was actually quite good.
It's just a little tiring, a little hot, a little bitter, and a little painful. If you can bear it, it's actually not too bad.
At least I don't have to worry about food and drink, so I can survive.
He still remembered the hard days when he was a child. He had no father, no mother, no food to eat, and he and his grandparents were looking forward to living in this way.
At this time, it is very good to have land for farming.
But
Sun Jian came home and just wiped his forehead with a towel. In the blink of an eye, he saw his wife and his hair.
When Fa Xiao saw him, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and hurriedly greeted him.
"Brother, brother, let's go, hurry up, or you won't be able to catch up if you don't go!"
Listening to the voice in his ears, Sun Jian smiled on his face.
This is his younger brother. He has been playing with him since he was a child. The child of the village chief's family also supported him when he grew up. He knew that his family was suffering and even found a job for him.
Miners go to the ground to mine.
The salary is 150, which is much better than farming at home.
"Okay, I'll leave after I wash my face."
Sun Jian grinned, the smile on his face was very honest.
"Oh, why bother washing your face!"
He has small cheeks and no flesh, and is thinner. I saw Sun Jian slapping his thighs like this.
"Hurry up. If you don't leave, you won't be able to catch the bus. You can wash your face after getting off the bus. If you don't work, you'll be gone."
Fa Xiao spoke sincerely and pushed him out.
Sun Jian didn't even change his shoes. He just took some money and walked away covered in mud.
The car was a tractor. After arriving in the city, we took a train. At this time, there were two men on the car. They looked lean. These were the two miners.
Sun Jian wore cloth shoes, raised his legs and stepped into the tractor.
"I'm waiting for you at home." His wife was in the distance, waving goodbye.
In addition to her, there were other villagers around who looked at him with envy.
The family dog ran after him, but when it couldn't catch up, it circled in circles and barked at him.
Sun Jian said nothing, grinned and waved.
The mining area is a coal mountain.
Only when Sun Jian came here did he know what the so-called mine was like.
The mineshaft is not the entrance to a cellar, but an entrance similar to a tunnel, with a downward passage inside.
It's not hot in the mine, on the contrary, it's very cold.
Even if it's summer outside, it's still very cold. You need to wear cotton-padded clothes and water shoes because your feet are covered with water.
It's very tiring here, not only physically but also psychologically. There are only rats for company underground. Of course, Sun Jian also looks like a rat, so naturally he only has rats for company. He worked here with the miners for a month and a half.
In one and a half months, he earned more than 200 yuan, which was much more than what he earned from farming.
How to spend these two hundred yuan?
Sun Jian made the calculation.
He was going to buy some supplies in the city, some cream, some hand cream, snacks, and most importantly, pork.
Oh, and clothes, these are all good things.
Sun Jian still remembered his wife working hard at home, her hands covered with calluses, and her skin rough. He also saw the fair-skinned little girls in the city, and he thought he should buy some of these.
In addition to this, I also need to buy a shaker.
Sun Jian wanted to have a child. He planned to go home during the holidays to have a child. Then he would work like a city man, while his wife rocked the crib to coax the child. When he returned home, his wife and children would greet him.
Thinking of this, Sun Jian always worked harder to mine, feeling full of energy.
His muscles tightened and he exerted force.
"Chi!"
A crisp voice sounded.
However, this is not the sound of an electric drill drilling coal.
Sun Jian was stunned. He dropped the electric drill, turned around, and looked at the people behind him.
This was one of the two people who led him to mine.
The opponent held the coal high, expressionless, and hit Sun Jian, who was wearing a safety helmet, with force.
"Crack!"
Sun Jian came back to his senses and touched his head.
A stream of liquid flowed from his forehead.
The next second, Sun Jian collapsed to the ground.
There was an accident in the mine.
When the technicians blasted, they missed two people. They were buried underground and crushed to death alive.
Sun Jian survived. He hid all his money in the compartment of his helmet and his injuries were not serious.
Pretending to faint, while the other person was checking, he drilled through the other person's head with an electric drill, and then picked up the coal mine and used it as a stone to hit the other person to death.
He managed to escape before the explosion.
Money saved his life.
Sun Jian didn't understand why the other party killed him, until the mine owner asked him to keep it secret and gave him, a fellow countryman, five thousand yuan. Sun Jian understood.
Five thousand, this moment is worth five thousand.
It was more than all the money he had ever made in his life, and it took him 32 months to mine.
Sun Jian was silent. He held the money and got on the train without telling anyone about this experience.
Before leaving, the old miner told him that if he had a tough attitude, he could get 10,000 yuan. After all, the mine owner did not dare to say anything if the man was dead.
Sun Jian returned to his hometown.
When he returned home, it was already night. Sun Jian bought a lot of things, carrying large and small bags in his hands.
When he stepped into the courtyard, the family dogs smelled the scent without barking, and circled around him, wagging their tails.
Sun Jian stopped and looked at the window.
I saw the shadow of a man and woman who were in trouble.
Sun Jian was sold for two thousand yuan.
The miner killed him and said the compensation would be 3,000 yuan. The other party promised that he would give 2,000 yuan to Fa Xiao and his wife.
Fa Xiao invaded his land and occupied his room.
The boss is planning to demolish it. His house is worth a lot, and he can get a house in the city and a lot of money.
It was originally occupied by Fa Xiao.
But Sun Jian got the demolition money and life money he deserved.
They were found at Fa Xiao's home and on his wife.
One day, one day, he got money that he would never make in his life.
He stood at the entrance of the village, looking back at the farmland where he had lived for half his life, and at the old house that smelled of blood.
He clenched the banknotes in his hands.
Suddenly, Sun Jian seemed to understand something.
Sun Jian smiled, turned back, and strode forward.
He didn't take many things with him, only one thing that could really be considered as his possessions.
He took his dog with him.
2003, September 5th.
Evening, eight o'clock.
Sun Jian, who was wearing a suit and leather shoes, got the news that a group of police broke into hospitals and other places, searched the crematorium, and thoroughly investigated the cemetery.
Sun Jian knew what this meant, and he didn't panic.
He didn't run, but drove back to the factory in a car that no one else could envy.
Sun Jian used his last moment to drive away an old dog that could hardly walk.
he said.
"Dogs are more loyal than people."
he said again.
"Some people say that I opened a flesh and blood processing factory, but in fact"
"The world itself is a flesh and blood processing factory."
Case·‘Flesh Processing Factory’.
(Case closed)
(End of chapter)