I work as a migrant worker at the construction site.

"Mei Shanjun, you are very similar to the Milu deer I saw in the animal world on TV." Lao Wu lit a cigarette, and the cigarette butt was particularly bright in the night. He took a deep puff, slowly exhaled it from his mouth, and finished what he had just said in broken Mandarin, smiling with fewer teeth than his fingers.

"ah? Do I look like a moose? " I looked at him doubtfully.

"it's not the appearance, but the fact that you are similar to them and are on the verge of extinction. You are young people, we are all a group of dead old men here, and fewer and fewer young people are still willing to go to the construction site. You are here to make us look like national animals."

after listening to Lao Wu's words, I laughed a few times and said to him, Thank you for taking good care of me.

in 2017, when I was experiencing being a substitute driver, I met a warm-hearted boss. After several acquaintances, the boss learned that I was constantly experiencing life in different industries, or maybe the warm-hearted boss saw me as more honest and reliable. He suddenly said in a tone similar to the beggar selling martial arts books in the movie "Kung Fu", "it's also a kind of fate for you and me to know each other. Are you willing to work hard with me and come to my company to help me?" You can experience life, and I happen to be short of people. Probably is the boss's warm-hearted and sincere eyes, I promised him, in this way, I quit my job as a driver, like the novel general inexplicable plot development, but also why I became a migrant worker.

for often hearing people compare their work with "moving bricks", I think this word not only modestly describes their income, but also describes that their work is not as good as everyone imagines. I never thought that one day, I will run to move bricks, and this brick is a solid cement red brick. What kind of work do I usually encounter when I work as a migrant worker? Move cement, lift steel, brush paint, hit screws, weld steel, and so on, all as long as you can imagine what ordinary migrant workers should do, I will encounter. Is it more interesting to be a migrant worker than I thought? Occasionally I ask myself this in my heart. I think most of the jobs of migrant workers are boring mechanical assembly lines, although these long hours give them a lot of time to think about themselves, as long as they are less concentrated and less dangerous. I will think about some strange questions that I have never thought about, such as the sweat on my body coming from the glass of water I drank yesterday? Does Takeshi Kaneshiro know that I am as good-looking as him? Will Pluto, who is no longer the nine planets, feel lonely?

in summer, the construction site and workshop are like a huge barbecue oven. Everyone who goes to work must be psychologically prepared to be roasted. Psychological preparation is not enough. They must also wear helmets and trousers. Occasionally, they must wear long sleeves and wrap them tightly to make sure they don't get hurt. Not only is there no fan when working on the construction site, but also sunlamps must be plugged in when the light is insufficient. Solar lamps, as the name implies, can not only emit light like the sun but also emit heat similar to the sun. Just imagine, when working in some airtight construction sites and basements, high-temperature solar lamps must continue to be hung. The construction site is accompanied by a variety of mosquitoes, some unknown mosquitoes especially like to chase you, the bite is not only itchy but also occasionally red and swollen, and painful. But you must concentrate on your work in this environment, or you will have a new problem, which is safety.

as a migrant worker, the most important thing you should pay attention to is safety. No matter in the factory or on the construction site, there are always countless signs and notes telling you, to pay attention to safety, safety first, please wear helmets, please fasten seat belts when working in the air, etc., even so, countless people will be injured. Imaginable injuries can be found in construction sites and factories, such as falls, bumps, burns, scratches, electric shocks, and so on. The causes of work-related injuries generally come from the carelessness of migrant workers, occasionally some small details do not pay attention to, which will cause a chain of the butterfly effect, such as in the movie "death is coming" as an exaggerated and coincidental tragedy. On the first day of work in the factory, other migrant workers scratched their left wrists with sharp iron plates because they were not focused enough. although they only hurt a few blood vessels, the bloodshed was enough to make them feel scared. Although the factory director immediately brought a medicine kit to bandage me, he was ridiculed by other workers all afternoon, saying that I couldn't get over it, like a martyr who slit his wrists. Of course, the factory director who bandaged me also complained about me told me to pay attention to safety in the future, and said that it was right for me to shed some blood. After all, you are here to earn hard-earned money. How can you call it hard-earned money if you sweat without bloodshed?

does hard-earned money have to bleed to be precious? I often think about this question, but I don't know the answer, but I know that bleeding is an extremely painful thing. I have seen the worst injury and bloodshed when I was a migrant worker. It was an ordinary hot afternoon, and a shout of tearing air suddenly broke out from all kinds of running machines. A veteran employee named Lao Xie accidentally cut off two fingers of his right hand because of operating the cutter. All the people suddenly stopped all their work and seemed to be stunned by the tragic picture, only the factory director who had just come out of the warehouse rushed over. Shouting for an ambulance and asking someone to pick up the medicine kit, it was only then that everyone gradually regained consciousness.

I have never seen such a heart-wrenching howl from a middle-aged man nearly 50 years old. Lao Xie huddled on the ground and pressed hard on the injured part with his blue and dirty left hand. But the blood gushing from the wound seemed to drown him, and his face and lips were as pale as silver on the top of his head. With tears in his blood-red eyes, he still looked at his fingers on the ground, and the factory director, who seemed to have experienced a lot of battles, was dealing with all this unhurriedly, but the sweat on his forehead kept betraying his composure, and time went by. The seemingly hopeful ambulance finally came slowly, but in fact, its voice was like a death knell reminding. Everyone this is not a dream, but a tragic reality, finally the factory manager accompanied the injured Lao Xie into the ambulance and left the factory. Although the factory director temporarily called an emergency meeting to calm everyone in the workshop, nothing helped, because everyone's attention was behind the factory director. Lao Xie left his clothes stained with blood, and the stains and blood on the clothes were mixed with scary scarlet, making it difficult to distinguish the original color of the clothes. finally, before leaving work, the factory director silently went to the blackboard of the workshop and wrote "174 days of the accident-free workshop" Erased the three-digit chalk words with his right hand and filled in the desperate number "zero".

at the morning meeting at work the next day, I heard the manager say that fortunately, Lao Xie was given first aid by the factory director that day. After three hours of rescue in the hospital, he finally succeeded in connecting his fingers. Let's not worry and pay attention to safety at work. But in fact, we all know in our hearts that his fingers may not be as flexible as they used to be. At the same time, from the day I was injured, I never saw Lao Xie again. It was said that he coordinated with the factory, took a sum of compensation, and went back to his hometown for retirement.

after becoming a migrant worker, I eat and live together every day. Eating in the factory is a big pot of rice, there is no time to choose, there is no time not to eat, no matter how delicious you must eat, unless you want to lack the strength to work. Fortunately, our canteen aunt is a single-minded person, she specially formulated a series of set meals, if what to eat on Tuesday, then next Tuesday will certainly be such a dish, because of this, will cook a dish thousands of times, will always know when to put how much oil and salt, what heat to use, the cooking is naturally excellent. Just came to the canteen to eat, I think the canteen aunt's Laver egg soup is very delicious, but some migrant workers only taste one or two. Only later did I know that Seaweed and Egg Soup had been doing this for more than five years in a row. Twice a day, it was no wonder that it was so delicious, but after thinking carefully about the fact that I would be accompanied by this soup for many years when I was a migrant worker, I immediately began to drink less. I'm afraid I'll get tired of drinking too much in the future. I would like to write an episode here. Before leaving work at noon every Sunday, the working atmosphere of migrant workers will be very strange, and many people will not want to work. It turns out that there are fried chicken legs for dinner on Saturday, and the aunts in the canteen usually have more heads. And the extra fried chicken legs will be given to the people who come to eat first at noon the next day. Every time the bell rings after work, migrant workers will spontaneously evolve into a running race, and the first people who come to the canteen will always have drumsticks to eat. Although I can never get drumsticks, I feel from the bottom of my heart that they are a group of lovely migrant workers.

if migrant workers go to the construction site, how should they eat? If it is similar to some remote construction sites, there are usually other migrant workers who go nearby to pack meals and come back to eat together. If in bustling areas and areas with high prices, the foreman pays 10 yuan per person for migrant workers to solve the problem of eating by themselves, and some migrant workers will choose to walk far away to eat cheap fast food. but found that many migrant workers even if there is cheap fast food nearby will choose to eat instant noodles, listen to them say that because this can save money, I do not know how much money, but I know that instant noodles must not be enough I occasionally bring some steamed buns or popsicles to share with me. The days when several migrant workers hide under the construction site to eat steamed buns and drink filtered water may not be very miserable. People will joke and tell stories that each other does not know. I told them about writers such as Taizaizhi and Maugham, some classic movies, or interesting stories that happened when I did other careers. Although they didn't understand it, they would listen to me carefully while smoking. Occasionally they would tell me some interesting plots from online novels or martial arts novels they read or sing some folk songs that I had never heard before.

living with migrant workers, the biggest feeling is probably dirty and smelly. Every time I returned to the dormitory, I opened the door and was attacked by an oncoming pungent smell. I occasionally wondered if the stench had directly destroyed the ozone layer. But in fact, it is not as dirty and smelly as I described. after all, migrant workers return to their dormitory after a hard day's work, sweating all over their bodies and taking off their shoes and socks. all the migrant workers lined up to take a bath at almost the same time to take an early bath and rest early. some people are so tired that they lie there after a busy day. Most migrant workers love to clean, but in the construction site factory, covered with dust stains, after a busy day, smelly sweat dust stuck to the body is nothing to do, of course, I also hope to have time to tidy up the dormitory, but the migrant workers are too tired. Migrant workers are aware of their stench. Like many migrant workers, like many migrant workers, occasionally come back from the construction site, squeeze the bus, and wait in line to eat, they are afraid that their smell will affect others. Always carefully hide away from the crowd, hoping that I will try not to affect others. The crowded dormitory is full of migrant workers everyone gets along very harmoniously, because, in the middle of the night, they all fall asleep immediately. In the first few days of living in the dormitory, because they are not used to this kind of life, sometimes when they can't sleep at night, they will listen to their snoring like a symphony orchestra. The bed on the left snores unfinished, the bed on the right responds with snoring and occasionally hears these snores. I think migrant workers work very hard during the day. They are very tired.

I also lived at the construction site for one night, or rather, it didn't count as staying, but working there. Strictly speaking, people are not allowed to live on any construction site under construction. It's just that it was the last day of the project contracted by the company, and the project had to be checked and accepted the next day, but there were still a few ceiling ceilings left, and we had to wait for the glue to dry before we could install it. On the other hand, Lao Wu and I stayed at the construction site until we finished installing the ceiling. While waiting for dry glue, I took the opportunity to observe the construction site at night. It was indeed unsuitable to live. There was sediment and gravel in almost every corner of the site, a lack of light, restrictions on the use of water and electricity, not to mention mosquitoes, and hidden safety risks. But in fact, I have also seen some construction site residents. I think the reason why they live on the construction site is to make it convenient to start work. Second, it is afraid that someone will break into the construction site to steal things, or some good people will come in with curiosity to play. There are too many hidden dangers on the construction site, and idle people are strictly prohibited from entering the construction site. To put an end to safety accidents, we have to keep people living here at night.

when I was staying at the construction site that night, Lao Wu said a lot to me. The most impressive is the following words.

"Mei Shanjun, you are very similar to the Milu deer I saw in the animal world on TV." Lao Wu lit a cigarette, and the cigarette butt was particularly bright in the night. He took a deep puff, slowly exhaled it from his mouth, and finished what he had just said in broken Mandarin, smiling with fewer teeth than his fingers.

"ah? Do I look like a moose? " I looked at him doubtfully.

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"it's not the appearance, but the fact that you are similar to them and are on the verge of extinction. You are young people, we are all a group of dead old men here, and fewer and fewer young people are still willing to go to the construction site. You are here to make us look like national animals."

after listening to Lao Wu, I laughed a few times and said to him, Thank you for taking good care of me.

I think Lao Wu thinks in his heart that the construction site is not as hard as everyone thinks, but maybe times have changed. Too many young people have other ideas and pursuits, and they probably think that no young people will want to come to the construction site in the future. The composition and structure of my brain are different from that of ordinary people. since I came to the construction site by accident, Lao Wu didn't want to watch a fool who didn't know anything die on the construction site, so he took care of me so attentively and taught me a lot of things that can only be learned on the construction site.

when I write this article, I do not want to force other young people to come to the construction site to suffer, to go to factories to be migrant workers to suffer, not to mention pretending to promote the glory of grass-roots jobs. I just write about what I find interesting when I become a migrant worker, and just how this job makes me feel. I think the biggest feeling I got was standing upstairs at the construction site that night, overlooking the bright lights of the city in the distance. I can remember clearly that I once moved cement on this construction site and burned electric welding on that rooftop. I laid a screw in that building, even after many years, I can still remember it clearly. And these buildings may remain in this world until I leave this world, and I have an inexplicable excitement at the thought of it.

this summer I often remember that torrential rains roared on the tin sheds on the top of the whole factory workshop, and the migrant workers did nothing but talk because they could not hear them. I think maybe we migrant workers are like screws, silent screws, insignificant screws, so firmly in the city where we live day and night, unknown.

what do my family think of me when I become an ordinary migrant worker, and what do I think of myself? I never thought how bad it was for me to become an ordinary migrant worker. So what did I tell my family? Once, I hurried to the evening school as soon as I got off work from the construction site. Under the sunset sun, I passed the flyover that I had to pass every day when suddenly the phone rang and the phone screen showed that the call was my mother. I think she would ask me which city I had gone to and what kind of work I was doing. At first, I didn't want them to worry, so I didn't say it. I think maybe all the parents don't want their children to endure hardship. Later, I thought there was nothing wrong with telling my parents. I was finally prepared to tell the whole story with the mentality of being scolded. Fortunately, they finally agreed to my idea.

I often imagine in my mind what I told my parents at that time. I don't remember very well.

if there was a God's perspective similar to a computer game at that time, I think it was probably a sudden breeze that gently shook the unknown potted flowers on the overpass. Under the red sunset, there was a young man who seemed to be out of place with all the scenes, dressed in shabby and dirty clothes, standing on the flyover of endless traffic below, sweating and talking on his cell phone. I don't know what sound came from the microphone of the phone, but the young man just suddenly smiled foolishly, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand covered with stains, and said something to the phone with laughter.

"Mom, I'm a migrant worker."