Plane Merchant's Dream of a Powerful Country

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In Futian District, Shenzhen City, Guangdong Province, Tongzilou in Chiwei Village (a village in the city) where Xia Mian rented.

This place is messy, the kitchen starts from the middle and upper part of the wall and continues to the roof, it is all black and greasy, and it is impossible to determine how many years it has not been cleaned, and it has been deposited.White and yellow wires are exposed on the door beams and walls, like spiders, twirling irregularly, extending into the rented houses.Each rental house is small, about 12 square meters, with a combined bunk bed, a small dining table of 1 square meter placed against the wall, and three broken wooden stools surrounding it.

Near the only window in the house, there are electric fans, a small TV and a set of small speakers.Xia Juan's husband was lying on the lower bunk of the combined bed, surrounded by mosquito nets, so he couldn't see clearly.At 8:45 in the evening, Wang Fan and Mu Yunting arrived here and knocked on the door.

"Xia Ni, excuse me!" Wang Fan, who finally found his destination after asking passers-by for directions, said after entering the house.

"Wang Fan, I'm sorry to make you trouble so late. Where did you come from? Hey, who is this?" Xia Juan, who was dressed in light yellow, set up a stool to give Wang Fan and Mu Yunting a place to sit. sat down and asked.

"It's not far away. I happened to be here on a business trip, so I came here directly. This is Mu Yunting, my girlfriend." Wang Fan introduced and sat down. After sitting down, he handed Xia Juan a bag without any nonsense, and said: "This is the amount you want, click it, and put it away!" Considering the safety factor around Xia Juan's accommodation, Wang Fan reminded at the right time.

"Thank you, thank you!" Xia Juan, who has been borrowing money for a long time, can't remember how many times she encountered rejection and helplessness from others.Seeing Wang Fan's actions suddenly, I feel that this is completely unexpected joy and surprise.At this moment, seeing her looking at the piles of red bills in the bag, tears could not stop falling out.

A few minutes later, Xia Juan, relieved that her husband's next treatment fee was finally settled, began to tell Wang Fan and Mu Yunting about the experiences and twists and turns of herself and her family over the years.

"Uncle Xia, how old have you been working?" Wang Fan couldn't help but wondered when Xia Juan introduced his father's 40-year working career.

"Seventeen or eighteen." Xia Bian, who had four-fifths of his head turned white, had many wrinkles on his face, and his complexion and upper body were reddened by the sun because of working naked, was speaking semi-normally. replied in a semi-dialect accent.

"You are so young? Are you at ease at home?" Mu Yunting asked in surprise.

"What if you don't worry? The family is poor, and there are many brothers and sisters. If you don't come out, you can't do it. My father has a lot of children, and I have to spend here and there. I have to plan my life~~, I have to plan my studies~ ~, how can there be so many money trays! So I have to come out, and I can’t earn money at home at that time." Xia Mian rubbed his hands back and forth, and replied somewhat restrained.Because of Wang Fan's "generosity" and the realistic value of laughing at the poor and not at the prostitute in the Yanhuang society, Xia Mian, who is asking for others, is unconsciously short of breath. Although Wang Fan respectfully calls him Uncle Xia, he still feels dissatisfied. comfortable.

"At your age, it's too hard to do plywood brick work!" Wang Fan continued.

"There's nothing you can do about hard work. If you don't work, you won't be able to eat, and your son-in-law's medicine will have to be stopped. To be honest, I'm not afraid of hard work. It's just that I'm getting older and my physical strength is not as good as before." Xia Bian pointed to his back and stuck the plaster on. He said: "Now the joints are painful, and the 'oily skin' may have penetrated the intestines and fell out, making it difficult for me to work hard and to do too heavy and too long work."

"Did you go to the doctor?" Mu Yunting asked.

"What's the point? It's not like that. Besides, it costs a few hundred yuan to look at it, look down on it! We don't have medical insurance for urban residents, nor pension insurance." Xia Mian shook his head.

"The bosses at the wharf here don't even sign contracts with the workers. They all use casual workers. Once a day is over, anyone who can do it will do it." Xia Juan explained.

"I'm the one who dragged everyone down~" Xia Juan's husband on the bed said weakly.

"It's nothing, you should treat the disease well. The doctor has already said that you are in the early stage, and you were discovered in a timely manner. You will definitely be cured." Xia Juan encouraged.

"You boy, hold your breath, just get well sooner. Then live a good life with Juan'er." Xia Fang shouted loudly: "Our group of people is like this. After working for 3 to 40 years, nothing is left behind. It's just that Juan'er's life is too hard, but it's life, just bear it. You said that her (him) children need 2 people to raise 4 people, what do you do? It's impossible! The old people in the city have pensions And pensions, and medical insurance, we have nothing. Birth, old age, sickness and death are all responsible for ourselves.”

"Doesn't the country care?" Mu Yunting had never been in contact with the bottom of society, and was shocked by what she saw and heard today.

"It's useless. Before I came here, someone (Yardi) checked the information. There are more than 2600 million migrant workers in Guangdong Province, but only more than 800 people can actually receive pensions." Wang Fan explained.

"More than 800 people? Are you sure it's not 800 million?"

"No, there are only more than 800 people. And according to the 11-year statistical announcement on the development of human resources and social security undertakings released by the state, only about 2.6% of the 16 million migrant workers in the country, that is, more than 4100 million people, have participated in pension insurance. These Among them, the first generation of migrant workers, like Uncle Xia, who are close to 60 years old, because of historical and policy reasons, basically have to face the dilemma of "naked old age" with neither pension nor pension."

"What about going back to my hometown?" Mu Yunting suggested.

"The 'land' in my hometown is long gone, and the house is gone. What are you going to do when you go back? Anyway, I have thought about it. Wherever I die, I will be buried there."

"dad!"

Half an hour later, Wang Fan got up and said goodbye. Before leaving, Wang Fan took out another 4 RMB from his bag and gave it to Xia Juan, asking him to take his father to see a doctor without delay.Then he took out a few more pill boxes.

"Xia Juan, if you believe me, give your husband this traditional Chinese medicine. Twice a day, this is a special anti-cancer drug developed by an old Chinese medicine expert in Beijing. It works quickly. Your husband is in the early stage, and should The 'root' can be removed in 3 months. This is a one-month dose, and I will send someone to deliver it when I come back later." Wang Fan said.

"Really?" Xia Juan felt that it would take three months to see results.

"Don't worry, it should be fine!"

Two 10 minutes later.

After coming out of Xia Juan's place, Wang Fan and Mu Yunting didn't find a hotel or return to the airport immediately, but walked aimlessly on the road.

"Wang Fan, don't mind what I say. I just want to ask if the medicine you gave Xia Juan is reliable? I have been in Beijing for so many years, but I have never heard of an old Chinese doctor who is famous for treating cancer." Mu Yunting kindly said asked.

"Don't worry, this is the latest product developed by the country, and it will be popularized in Yanhuang soon. It is the latest achievement, and I only found out about it by chance." Knowing that Mu Yunting had good intentions, Wang Fan replied with a smile.

"That's right, that's good! By the way, what are you thinking about? Are you still thinking about what happened to Xia Juan's family?"

"More than that, with my help, I am confident that they can completely escape from illness and live a real 'good life'. But from a broader social perspective, Xia Juan is a typical migrant worker family. After the accident, the '** type' rescue is nothing more than that. Most people should just wait for death in silence because they are desperate. Therefore, I think more about the tragedy of the 'naked old people' generation. "Wang Fan lit a cigarette, and Mu Yunting wanted to stop it, thinking that smoking too much would be bad for his health.But when I thought about what I saw and heard today, I gave up again.

After taking two deep puffs of cigarettes, Wang Fan continued: "You said what caused Xia Juan's father's experience and predicament? I just thought about it and found that there are many reasons. It can be said that it is the tragedy of history and the development of the times. The cost. Their generation, in response to the call of the country and driven by interests, had only one child and left their own land to work in the city to seek gold. Xia Juan is a "case". Get rid of food and clothing and enter a well-off life. But the fact is that due to the huge medical expenses for treating terminal illnesses, the whole family's conditions "returned to pre-liberation overnight". Furthermore, Xia Juan's father has worked for 40 years and has been to Shenyang, Beijing, Chengdu, Shanghai, now came to Shenzhen. It is really hard to work, but because he has no skills, he can only sell his strength. The same is true of his circle of friends. He plays cards and drinks in his free time, and works hard to make money in his busy time. Never thought of changing How to live, do some small business and small business."

"Business requires brains, otherwise it will be easy to go bankrupt." Mu Yunting did not agree with Wang Fan's latter argument.

"I saw a micro-video on the Internet, called "A Day of One", about a relatively successful small street vendor in Beijing, who made a living by selling stinky tofu, with a gross income of about 15000 yuan a month. The protagonist in it was filming Shi himself said that he used to like to play cards to get by, until he got older and found that life could never be like this, so he came to Beijing to seek a living. He found a lot of jobs, and slowly figured out his future way out while working, and then found someone to learn the craft , Gradually learn to make stinky tofu for food. His livelihood is also very simple, an electric tricycle with simple aluminum alloy glass stalls on it, and sells it in the downtown area of ​​Beijing. But when he does it, he likes to use his brain, like a sales place Instead of sticking to one place, he stayed in one place from 4:6 pm to 7:3 pm, and then went to another place around 400:7 pm. In this way, from Monday to Thursday, he has 800 hundred yuan a day. From Friday to Sunday, there is an income of 15000 yuan per day, and on average, the gross income of a month is [-] yuan."

"It's not too small just in terms of numbers." Mu Yunting nodded.

"He doesn't have urban pension insurance or anything, but he is very clear-headed, and he no longer plays cards for money, and the family's homestead has not been lost, and then he went home with a small savings and built a house and yard of several hundred square meters. You may know that the annual per capita net income of a farmer in Hebei is only about 10000 yuan. And his monthly net income is 7 to 8000 yuan. This is very powerful and realistic in the Yanhuang countryside. The richer you are, the better the village The cadres dare not mess with you, because they don't know what you are like outside, and they are afraid of kicking the iron plate and messing with people who shouldn't be messed with."

"So what you're trying to say is..."

"My mind is also in a mess. I just vaguely feel that although thinking determines the way out, Xia Bian, the first generation of migrant workers, must have their own reasons for becoming like this. However, there must be deficiencies in national policies. A household registration system will They are kept out of the city's 'social security protection', they used to be young and could support themselves, it doesn't matter, now they are old, shouldn't the country do something?"

"Wang Fan!"

"kindness?"

"Maybe you don't like my suggestion, but it's not something you can decide and change. No matter how much you think about it, it's just a mirror image, and you can't change anything."

"Hehe, you're right, I think too much. It really needs someone who has the ability to change."