Reborn in 90, I am a migrant worker in crushing mines

"What about my grandmother?"

"Your dad sent her back, can she still starve? What are you going to do in the afternoon? "

It's okay, I'm going to go to the mine and come back later in the evening."

Zhang's mother's face was a little unpleasant, but she didn't say anything more.

Zhang Tiejun's object, she and Zhang's father didn't agree very much, but they couldn't stand their son and insisted on it, so they didn't care, they didn't care, they couldn't see it, they didn't feel upset, but they didn't feel comfortable in the end.

"I'll go up to her and talk to her, and I'll be gone." Of course, Zhang Tiejun understood his mother's mental activities, so he directly told the results.

"Don't you really want to deal with it?" Zhang's mother glanced at Zhang Tiejun: "Why is it suddenly gone?" Your father and I didn't persuade you so much, and suddenly you wanted to open it?

"It's really gone." Zhang Tiejun nodded: "I didn't know anything before, but now I understand it."

"Mom doesn't let you go." Seeing that her son was so sensible, Zhang's mother softened her heart again.

"It's really gone, it's not a temptation, I'm going to break up today, it's real."

"That's okay, your parents support you, we are tall and handsome or national workers, why don't you find a decent one? It's better than this. The wind review is too bad, and there are some things that your father and I can't say to you.

Zhang Tiejun nodded and didn't ask. He knows better than Mama Zhang. When he finally broke up in his last life, he knew everything clearly, and even watched a live performance.

Good astringency and silver dang are completely different things, men and women who eat color, good astringency can be understood, but silver dang is a matter of quality.

took two small benches, and the two sat at the door of the small shop to chat, and when someone came to buy something, Zhang's mother received it without delay. Zhang Tiejun had a feeling of wanting to cry.

It's been decades since he's spoken quietly to his mom like this.

At six o'clock in the evening, Zhang Tiejun came to the mine.

He didn't come on a bicycle, he came on a motorcycle. There are just taxis here now, there are very few, there are motorcycles everywhere, and they are not expensive, two or three yuan for a trip.

The mine is a little more than three kilometers away from the concentrator, which is another town center, where all the workers live in the mine, and it is also a small society with complete organs and a complete ecological chain.

The main thing is that there are many people, and there are several times more people in the mine than in the concentrator, and the houses are densely packed from the river to the top of the mountain.

Among the major factories and mines here, only the machine repair factory is smaller, with only a few thousand employees, and there is no complete ecological chain of its own, which is interpenetrated with the district.

Zhang Tiejun didn't go to the object's house, and even if the two of them were good, he didn't like to go to her house very much.

He chose this time because he knew where he was at this time. In the ballroom.

Since last year, it has become popular to open dance halls here, from the street to the mines, there are seven or eight large dance halls up and down the mountain, and at night the crazy men and women have begun to live a life of drunkenness.

The commercial area of the mine is three buildings side by side, all of which are quite large but not tall, all with only four floors.

Because of the crowds, there are two dance halls in the small commercial area, and then there are more than a dozen karaoke rooms and several barbecue restaurants in the middle of the two dance halls, as well as a video hall.

At night, the area is lit up with colorful lights.

However, the video hall here is a bit small, the largest video hall is the original old club remodeled, a few hundred meters away from here on the north side of the railway river, hundreds of people watch together.

This piece was originally an open field, with wild grass, and then I don't know who used the discarded van shell to build a simple hut here to do a barbecue, and then soon a house appeared, and the size of the iron bricks and tiles were scattered.

If you have a house, you will have a business, and it will soon be lively, and when there are more people walking, a road will be formed.

Sounds of music and drums ripple through the buildings, men and women gather in groups to find fun, the smell of barbecue fills the air, and the crackling of wine bottles can be heard from time to time.

Dancing, singing, barbecuing beer, that's how people in the 90s are entertained, the source of happiness, from young to middle-aged.

Zhang Tiejun lit a cigarette and slowly looked here and there, looking for memories.

In his previous life, he was also one of these young men and women, but he spent his youth and urine here.

"Iron Army."

"Hey, Lijun. Is business going tonight?

"Well, it's still like that, it's good day by day. How can it be alone? "

Just came up from my mom. You're not going home now?

"I'll go back, I'll go back every once in a while, it's not like you're going to be a big country right away, who will make me money when I go home?" This place feels okay, but in fact, I can't make a few dollars, and it takes a lot of effort to scratch a thousand or eight dollars a month.

"What else do you want?" Want to fly or not?

Lijun giggled. She is also Zhang Tiejun's classmate, a rural household registration, and after graduating from junior high school, she came out to mix and opened this song hall. She is a small gangster on the side of the mine, so she is not afraid that someone will make trouble.

The most fearful thing about opening a song hall is that someone makes trouble, and it is useless to call the police, not to mention that there is no phone or mobile phone at this time, and it is not so easy to call the police. BB machines are just starting to catch on.

But speaking of which, there are really not many people who dare to make trouble in this part of the business district, and the mine faction is on this side, and you can hear it when you shout.

Cabaret, dance hall, barbecue restaurant and billiard hall are all gathered here, which also means that it is close to the party. It's a matter of paying some protection money.

This is really not a joke, nor is it a gift, it is collected on a monthly basis, two hundred billiard halls a month, eight hundred dance halls, three hundred barbecue restaurants, song halls depending on the size, five hundred for the big ones, three hundred for the small ones, and one hundred and five for the snack department.

Don't pay? Then you don't have to do it, the ruffian or something will live in your house, tossing every day. Security expenses. The joint defense officer will come to collect it when he arrives, don't ask, no one knows if you ask.

In his previous life, Zhang Tiejun worked as a workers' representative, and he knew all these things, and he also shared the money.

"Who are you still with?" Lijun looked at Zhang Tiejun and asked.

Zhang Tiejun looked at her: "If you have something to say, just say it."

"What am I talking about? The object of your own disposition. "

I want to break up with her, I don't want to deal with her."

"Really?"

"Really, bluff."

"I feel like it's also divided, what can't you find? I'm really convinced of you, what kind of thing is that thing to do here? It's all angry to watch. "

Looking for you?"

"Pull it down, it's okay then, don't mess with me now. I've got an object. What did you do earlier? Lijun rolled her eyes: "Did you break up with her?" "

Not yet, I'm not going to talk to her."

Lijun looked at her watch: "Then you can stay here for a while, and then go later, maybe you can see some other shows."

Zhang Tiejun looked up at the fourth floor not far behind, the fourth floor is the largest dance hall here: "Does she come every day?"

"Anyway, I can always see it, I love it, or I'll go to that barbecue and drink." Lijun pointed with her chin to a barbecue restaurant over there.

Zhang Tiejun turned his head and looked: "Do you eat barbecue?" I'm in for a treat. "

Eat." Lijun was also polite: "What do you order?" I told him to send it over. Beer I have here.

"Lamb skewers, sand liver, chicken racks, what else?" I don't eat the hairy dan, and you don't eat it either.

"Okay, you have a treat, you can eat whatever you say, I don't choose." I'll call.

"Twenty lamb skewers, five livers, as many as you can eat, and one chicken rack." Zhang Tiejun took out a hundred yuan and handed it to Lijun: "You can look at the rest." What about you? Call along.

"Not at home." Lijun took the money and ran over to order something.

Zhang Tiejun chirped his mouth twice, looked upstairs at the dance hall, and entered Lijun's song hall with his hands behind his back.

At this time, there were no private rooms in the song hall, it was just a big room, with three or four small tables, and the singers drank tea and ate barbecue beer and sang together. Take turns singing.

The song is a large color TV with a video recorder, and the equipment is relatively low-end. VCD hasn't been made yet, and there is an LD machine (laser disc), but it's too expensive, and ordinary people can't afford it, and one is 30,000 yuan smaller.

This is just a machine, a song disc costs more than 300, only 12 songs. But then again, the sound quality of the LD album is really good, not comparable to VCD.

Lijun quickly finished ordering things and came back: "Singing, no?" I'll put it for you. "

Don't sing."

"Sing a few songs, help me recruit people, no one will be recruited without any movement."

“...... Okay, don't blame me if you scare people away.

"Whose song are you singing?" Lijun pulled out a large box of videotapes from under the shelf. It's too much of a space-taking thing.

"You can do whatever you want, you can sing it, and if you can't sing it, you can listen to it." Zhang Tiecheng was unimpressed.

Lijun glanced at Zhang Tiejun: "Then I'll play the original sound?" Isn't it just that someone sings? Really, is it so hard to do a favor now? Isn't it all in vain?

"Pull it down, you're all a person with a target now, don't get along with me, hard place?"

"Your grandmother is a contemptible." Lijun grabbed the seat cushion and smashed it: "Why didn't Nima say that it was hard when he touched me?"

Zhang Tiejun smiled and caught the seat cushion and put it under his buttocks: "That's what kind of thing is the Year of the Monkey and the Moon, and now I still mention it, you still pee in front of me, what did I say?" And kissed me on the face.

When she said this, Lijun laughed out loud: "You are embarrassed to say, I wonder if you are a gentleman, you were like a fool at that time, and I didn't have to talk about you." "

Ugh... Zhang Tiejun sighed, took out a cigarette and threw it to Lijun, took out a lighter and lit it himself: "At that time, I was small, simple, I didn't understand anything, how could I be like you, one by one is a big hooligan."

"You just say that you don't understand it, and you don't understand it. Now that I understand, I'm looking for such a toy as a target. Don't say you, go for yourself. Lijun skillfully turned on the TV and VCR, found a cassette tape and inserted it in.

She handed the microphone to Zhang Tiejun: "Here, sing a good song for me."

"What's the reward?" Zhang Tiejun took the microphone.