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Chapter 15 Day Two of the Road Warden

In the winter of 2020, in a certain city in the south.

With the lessons learned from the previous morning, I deliberately didn't take a ride this morning, but used a shared bicycle to go to a bus station far away from me early in the morning to take a ride.Although it is far away from me, the advantage is that this bus can go directly to the street near the labor service company.

When I arrived at the labor service company, I bought the same breakfast as yesterday at the shop where I bought the buns yesterday, but this time I was very careful not to let the soup in the buns splash on myself again.The door of the store opened just after eating, and the young man and the proprietress were still the first to arrive.The weather outside was very cold, and I arrived very early. The proprietress asked me to sit and wait in the room first. At the same time, there was an uncle who also arrived very early and looked like he was in his early 50s.

The uncle had a very kind face and was very talkative. When he came up, he asked me where I was from.I told him that I was from the north and gave him the name of the city where I came from.He asked me what kind of work I did and why I came here to work part-time.I told him that I work in the education industry, and the field I am currently working on is adult education. I haven’t met any friends since I first arrived in this city, so I simply took advantage of my free time to do part-time jobs. , learn more about the city by the way.

He said that he also worked in the education industry before retiring, and he was also a teacher.It's just that they would go out to eat, drink, and play everywhere after work break.He suddenly asked me about my salary, and claimed that the income in the education industry is quite considerable, and it should not be short of the salary of tens of yuan.I told him that his income was fine, neither poor nor rich.

He then said to me: "Northern people are usually very irritable and irritable, and they speak loudly. It looks like you don't look like a northerner."

I smiled and said, "You've only chatted with me for a few minutes, you still don't know me well, you can know what kind of personality I am?"

He also smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were a gift to him from the years.He said: "It's a feeling of initial contact!"

I said, "Not every Northerner is hot-tempered, and not every Southerner is gentle."

He nodded approvingly.

As time passed, part-timers began to arrive one after another.At this moment, an old man walked into the labor service company's shop with a stack of printing paper in his hand.He has half-white hair and is wearing a dark cotton coat.He handed out a stack of printing paper in his hand and asked everyone if anyone had seen the person on the paper, that was his son, who is now missing.The people in the house rushed to read the contents of the paper. What was printed on the paper was a missing person notice, with a photo of a middle-aged man and some basic information about him.Someone asked the old man what was going on, and the old man said that his son came here to work more than three years ago, and he had occasional contact with his family in the first month, and then there was no sound. The number is empty, and he has never been back home. Now his wife is going to divorce him, but he doesn't even have a shadow. Where can he leave?
People asked him how old his son was and whether he had called the police after he had been missing for so long.The old man said that his son is 34 years old, and the police have already reported it, but there is no news yet.His son had said before that he lived in this community, so he thought of coming here to spread the news and see if anyone knew.After all, it's been several years, and it can't be so exhausting all the time, whether it is death or life, there must be movement.

People asked him again if he had his son's specific address, and the old man said no, he only knew it was this community.People sighed and said that this community is so big. There are four phases in total, each phase has more than a dozen buildings, and each building has dozens of doors. How do you find it?People asked if they knew where he was working in this city. The old man said that he was in a factory in this city, but he didn’t say what factory it was. He contacted his family, and then there was no sound at all, and no one knew about it when he asked his friends.Everyone had different opinions and rushed to think of ways to give him some ideas. Some people said that there are many factories in this city, and how to find them.Some people said that a living person has been gone for such a long time, I am afraid that it is more than auspicious.A few others asked for a few pieces of paper from the old man's hand and promised to pay more attention to him.

After the old man arrived and thanked him a few times, he took the stack of papers and staggered away. I watched his leaving back, and my mind was full of everything about home.Perhaps the old man had already thought of the worst outcome in his heart, and was prepared to accept it. , I really feel sorry for the parents of the world.

It was almost time to gather, and the handsome guy and the uncle who took care of the clothes had arrived at some point.In the crowd, I heard a familiar voice again. It was the proprietress asking if there was anyone who didn't bring a copy of their ID card.This time, there were still a few people who raised their hands. The people who raised their hands were the same as me the day before, and they were part-timers who came to do this job for the first time.Naturally, the proprietress would not let them go, and quickly staged the same plot as yesterday, the story of "scanning the QR code for one yuan".This time, I can clearly conclude that this thing is not a necessity at all, but a way they thought of to make money.In order to make money, this labor service company even thought of such a shabby trick. Poor poor people will be scraped off a layer of oil and water wherever they go.

After the clothes door was opened, the scramble for clothes was as fierce as ever, just like a temple opening a warehouse to release food and an idiot who met a beautiful woman.A lot of clothes still failed to escape the fate of being thrown everywhere!

It's strange to say that no matter how carefully and carefully the group of part-timers are selected, no matter how carefully they choose the fat, the image they wear is still as sloppy and bloated as ever.It is said that "clothes depend on people", but sometimes clothes need to be contrasted by people.

Started queuing, and today the same problem as yesterday occurred, that is, more people came than needed.I know that some people will definitely be eliminated in the future. The most fearful thing for those who come out to work as a part-time job is to wake up early in the morning and catch up with everything, but in the end they are not hired. This delays the rest and wastes time. energy.

The handsome boy looked at each one in the queue, his eyes were still cold and proud.

"Stand up, chest up, head up, back straight!" Uncle Material still had a "leadership" style, trying to give orders early in the morning.But everyone didn't even want to look at him, for fear of ruining their mood for the day.People, even if you can't be an active person of the atmosphere, don't be a disruptor of the atmosphere.

Just like yesterday, the handsome guy told "please" away that some people who looked older and in poor shape politely offered a chance to cooperate again.

Unlike yesterday, I traveled today in the van of the young man who came to open the shop in the morning.In his car sat a few acquaintances who often came to their store looking for part-time jobs, and the conversation between them was also very pleasant.The young man brags unabashedly that his uncle is the head of a certain village in their hometown, and that there are always cigarettes, wine, gifts, etc. given to him during festivals.What he said was hype, and I still have a deep memory of the beaming look.What's even more outrageous is that he actually keeps saying that this is not considered a corrupt official, because he only accepts gifts but not money, and only accepts money to accept bribes, and receiving gifts is not counted.While talking, he also explained the details of the downfall of those corrupt officials, which made the carriage very lively.

He was "speech" excitedly, the white powdery liquid sprayed out of his mouth as his lips kept opening and closing, leaving a wet mark on the steering wheel.This also let me see what is called "saliva flying".

We are about to arrive at the first intersection on duty, and usually people are unwilling to get off at the first intersection, because the earliest pick-up time is the latest, which means that the working time is the longest.But I voluntarily chose to get off at the first intersection, the reason is very simple, I really want to get rid of the small and crowded space in the car as soon as possible, and I also want to get rid of the atmosphere of the "bragging king" meeting here as soon as possible.In fact, every time I do a part-time job, I seem to be a little out of gregariousness. It may be that I am really not used to getting acquainted with strangers too quickly.

The one who got out of the car with me this time was a young man, short and young, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, one of which had some slight cracks in the lens.He was very bloated, had a lot of pimples on his face, and his complexion was very poor. It looked like he was hungry and full, and he often didn't have enough rest.

Because it is a special period, everyone must wear a mask. The light blue medical disposable mask he is wearing is already very wrinkled, and the color around the mask is dirty, and even some places have become moldy and black.The flannelette on the surface of the mask is "crisscrossed with wool", which has long since reached the point where it should be eliminated, but he still wears it.I know he must have no extra masks, if I have a brand new mask at this moment, I am willing to give it to him.

It was still early, and he and I went to a nearby large supermarket to escape the cold and wait for the arrival of the traffic police on duty at the intersection.I took out a pack of paper towels and took out two for myself as spares. I handed the rest to him and told him that I need to keep some paper towels as spares after working outdoors for a long time. He took it and said to me Thanks.

He had a strong accent, and I asked him where he was from, and he told me the name of a place, which, as I guessed, was a province with a large population.The two of us wandered around in the supermarket. At this time, the supermarket has not officially opened and only a few shops are tallying.

When passing by a down jacket store, he told me that the cotton jacket he bought cost him as much as 150 yuan.When he said this, his tone was full of reluctance and distress.Indeed, it might really be a huge sum of money for him at this time, because he looks really shabby.I have also experienced troughs, so I fully understand the troubles of people who are in troughs and have to count every penny carefully and are full of uncertain fears about tomorrow.

He was walking in front of me, and I noticed his shoes because they were so dirty that one could catch them at a glance.The black sneakers he was wearing were very dirty, but they were still covered in dirt and mud.Moreover, the shoes were originally a summer style, so they would definitely not keep you warm in this season, and some places had already been glued badly, so they must have been worn for a long time.

"Let me tell you, I went to a logistics factory to work the night shift last night. The work was super tiring, all manual work, moving things. I worked from seven o'clock in the evening until one o'clock in the morning and I couldn't do it anymore. , I left. The labor service company told me that there would be no wages if I left halfway, so I would not do it! Moreover, his place was so remote that he couldn’t even get a taxi, and no one took an online car-hailing order. It took me an hour and a half to meet a taxi, and then I returned to the urban area, and it cost more than 20 yuan!" From his tone of voice, it could be heard that he didn't care about his suffering, but I feel sorry for the money I spent on taxi rides.

I asked him where he lived, and he told me that he had no fixed place of residence. He came here to join a friend of his who worked in an Internet cafe here and usually lived in the collective dormitory provided by the Internet cafe. The dormitory provided by his friend's company, so he is naturally not qualified to live with him.So he does his best to do part-time jobs every day. If he earns more, he goes to live in a small hotel. If he earns less, he goes to the Internet cafe where his friend works to open nights, play for a while, and then sleep for a while.

I asked him where is your luggage?He told me that his luggage is very simple, just a small schoolbag.His friend went to work during the day today, so he put it there. He calculated it himself. He can earn 80 yuan today. After the travel expenses and food expenses are removed, he can only continue to go to Internet cafes online, and the amount is just enough to spend. .

I asked him if his family would give some subsidies?He said he told his mother that he had gone to Sichuan instead of here. He had been here for almost a month and told his family that he had found a job that provided housing.I don't understand why he would lie to his family. It's not something embarrassing. It must be his own concerns.However, I admire the fact that he didn't ask for money when he was living in such a difficult situation. He is a man who bears hardships and difficulties by himself.

I asked his age and he said he should be 23 because his mother told him he was 23 this year.

Frankly speaking, this surprised me a little. I am no longer a child. Does my mother need to tell her age?I asked him to tell me the year of birth directly, and he told me it was 21.Now is [-], so he is [-] years old.

I told him that you are only 21 years old, the age of junior and senior students, and it seems that you have already come out for an internship.He told me proudly that he had not gone to school for a long time, he left before finishing his technical secondary school, and he was always in his hometown.

Looking at his overall image, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. He has turned into such a good-looking and energetic age!Is this good time going to be wasted like this?At first, I felt that his appearance was a bit pitiful, but judging from everything he chose, it seemed that he was not worthy of sympathy.

But everyone has the right to choose their own life, good or bad is not something we can judge on our own.If he can make good use of these experiences, it may be a very valuable experience.

I asked him if he wanted to find a serious long-term job, and he said that he was going to look for it now, because it is too difficult to make money doing part-time jobs every day, and then he planned to work as a restaurant waiter with all meals and lodging included work.

I am relieved for his confirmation. In fact, this young man is a good boy, and his life will soon return to the right track. At least eat enough and sleep well. Although it is not decent, it is also It can be regarded as having a serious job to do, to support oneself, and to have a clear conscience.This man!Still have to live the way an adult should be.

The traffic policeman who came to the intersection this time was a short, fat middle-aged man. Although his face was not handsome, he revealed an extraordinary aura. One could tell that his working ability must be very strong.He has a slight limp on his left foot when he walks. I can tell from his body shape and the way he walks that he must be suffering from gout.He is not as gentle as the traffic policeman from yesterday, he keeps issuing tickets for motor vehicles that violate the rules, and he also speaks fiercely.His appearance gives people an indescribable depression, and the way he speaks can be heard as a person who has been depressed for a long time.He looks a little older, and someone in the same period should have achieved a relatively high position.And he has been working on the front line for so many years, the accumulation of years of pressure and the growth of age have changed his mentality.I guess this is most likely the main reason why he got gout from drinking too much.

Even more vicious than this chunky policeman were the three long-term temporary workers from another labor service company.The whistle in their mouths was blowing almost all the time, and they also yelled at irregular pedestrians and battery cars. The flags in their hands were waving "clang and forcefully", quite like "giving a chicken feather an arrow".When a person who has been at the bottom for a long time suddenly gains a certain amount of power, that is the easiest time to lose balance.

I myself often encounter this kind of on-duty staff when I am walking. They are usually the older generation over the age of 50, and they have gone too far to turn the duty of reminder into a game of self-exhaustion.Is this the original intention of setting up this post?Is this what a civilized city should look like?

A man who is delirious, unable to speak even the most basic words, and whose appearance shows that he is not healthy but mentally handicapped is walking along the side of the road.Although it was on the side of the road, he was walking on the non-motorized vehicle lane, which happened to be caught by the chunky traffic policeman and invited him directly to the sidewalk.They were standing next to me, and I could hear their conversation very clearly.

The chunky traffic policeman asked him a series of questions, such as where he was from, what he was doing here, and whether he had a temporary residence permit.The man seemed to be unable to understand, but he seemed to be able to understand part of the answer to the question asked by the traffic police.Every question had to be repeated three or four times before he could answer it thoroughly.When I asked what kind of work I was doing here, and whether I had a temporary residence permit, I just felt it was ridiculous.It looks like he doesn't need to ask such questions. As a policeman, what he should really do is to give him correct guidance and more care, instead of treating such a person like interrogating a prisoner like he is doing now.

An even more unbelievable scene happened. The chunky traffic policeman actually issued a ticket for him. The reason was that he did not walk on the crosswalk. The fine was five yuan.This matter is actually very reasonable, but it is not reasonable. I think it is debatable to issue a ticket for such a fined object.

The person who was fined refused to accept the ticket as soon as he heard the fine, and yelled. His articulation was very unclear, and I couldn't understand what he was shouting.The ticket was thrown on the ground by the man, and after a gust of wind blew by, it disappeared with the wind.

The chunky traffic policeman just told him to go to the designated bank to pay the fine with his ID card and fine slip, but he ignored it and turned around to go to the opposite intersection.

I have witnessed the whole process, and I have no way to intercede for that person.After all, my abilities are very limited, and the traffic police are also enforcing the law normally.I can't even pay the fine for him, not to mention that it needs to go to the designated bank to pay the fine and ID card. It is obviously unrealistic for me to bring a stranger to go through such a process.I am neither a devil nor a saint, all I can do is to record this matter in its entirety.

If the chunky traffic policeman is really depressed, whose fault is that?Does he vent his emotions about this matter every day on duty?Will the changes brought about by such things as wasting official careers be devastating?
Time passed little by little, and it was time to get off work. The weather was very cold, and the sun was often shrouded in clouds. Occasionally, some sunshine was very precious.

The first intersection to get off is always very late. During the waiting period, the young man is always chanting "Why don't you come!"

Because the weather was very cold and he was working outside, he was shivering from the cold.I am also the same cold, the same anxious.

When the car arrived here, it was already [-]:[-] in the afternoon. We got on the car, and then, just like yesterday, we went back to the labor service company to change our clothes, signed off and left work.

Not long after I got home in the afternoon, the mobile phone’s WeChat rang. I picked up the phone and saw that it was sent by the little girl from the team leader. She asked me if the proprietress told us today that the salary will be changed to 70 from today. Yuan, because the half-way rotation rest time can add up to one hour, and a part of the salary needs to be deducted.

I suddenly felt very shocked!Because I haven't heard of it at all!From arriving at the labor service company in the morning until leaving after work, no one mentioned this matter in the whole process.

Cut first and play later, a low-level method like killing a donkey.Needless to say, I knew it was the idea of ​​that handsome guy.For me, what I really care about is not the ten yuan, but this practice, which makes people feel disgusting.

"It doesn't matter." The girl replied.She still transferred 80 yuan of salary for me, and wrote "add a chicken leg" on the cover of the red envelope.

I thanked her.I lamented that I really met a very good and conscientious team leader this time, but I am afraid that other people will not be so lucky.

At this moment, I suddenly thought of the young man who was on duty at the intersection with me today. How would he feel when he found out that his salary today was only 70 yuan?Will he, who only has enough for today's expenses, give up a certain meal and starve?How long can his original savings last him?I have no way of knowing these answers, I can only silently wish him good luck.It seems that normal work is the essence of survival, and part-time jobs are just part-time jobs after all, and cannot replace normal jobs, nor can they serve as food.

In the next few days, I was able to get this part-time job every day.Until one day, I accidentally found out that I could no longer apply for a part-time job for this position, so I asked the little girl in charge of the team. In chatting with her, I learned that the person in charge of this position no longer cooperates with those team leaders. .As for the reason... Needless to say, I also know that the industry reputation of those team leaders is really bad!Even no part-time workers are willing to cooperate with them.Their style of doing things can only be described as wicked. Since you choose to be despicable and evil, but the way of reincarnation, who do you see the heavens spare?

One afternoon about a month later, I was walking alone on the road.My head was full of thoughts about the work content of the day, so I ignored the road under my feet.It was only when the piercing whistles reached my ears that I realized that I was already walking on a non-motorized vehicle lane.The uncle on duty at the intersection blew his whistle viciously and waved his arms exaggeratedly to signal me to leave this road and take the crosswalk.But this road is very special. The road leading to the sidewalk has been completely blocked by the fence. If you want to get to the sidewalk, you have to turn around and go back and walk again.According to the words of the citizens, this is a road dedicated to intentionally creating fines for pedestrians.

Just when I was hesitating, the uncle walked up to me and fiercely pushed me towards the sidewalk, as if he was detaining a prisoner.He pushed hard, but he couldn't push me because he was too old. After pushing for a long time, I still stood there motionless.I found it very funny to see his furious look. I don't want to comment on his slightly brutal law enforcement attitude. After all, I violated the traffic rules first, and he was also responsible for me and his work.

In order to ease the awkward situation at the moment, I asked him for a bus route.He stopped pushing me, thought for a while, pointed in a direction, and patiently told me how to walk and where to turn.At this moment, I think he is an angel, he loves his job.I thanked him and turned to walk towards the sidewalk.

(End of this chapter)