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

"Tiejun, did you take my key?" In the morning, Zhang Tiejun, who was hazy and couldn't figure out his past and present life, was called out by his father: "What are you doing with my key?"

Zhang Tiejun turned over and sat up, and looked at the young father: "I'm going to your lounge, my classmates are going to take a shower."

What's wrong?" "That's not much, I will move my things in the future and say something, and I will also talk to me in advance when I go back and forth, and it is not my place alone." When are you having a meeting?" Zhang

Tiejun took out his watch from under the pillow and looked at it, yawning, six twenty. It was already bright outside, and someone walked past the window, and the voice of the voice came in.

"The day after tomorrow. The day after tomorrow at half past nine in the morning in the factory office conference room. What's wrong?" Zhang Tiejun looked at the date displayed on his watch.

The day after tomorrow is the day when he officially entered the factory to assign a position, and he has never forgotten this date for the rest of his life. It was on this day that he understood that people are different and unfair, and only then did he know what power is and what is the son of a cadre.

"Not really. Dad nodded, blinked and pondered, and glanced at Zhang Tiejun: "Where do you estimate you can

get it?" "I don't know, whatever, you can go wherever you get it." It's all the same. Zhang Tiejun took his pants and put them on.

"You just have to know it in your heart, and your parents are not capable, and you can't do anything in this regard, anyway, you can do it well wherever you are assigned.

"Yes, you don't have to worry about that. Dad

looked at him and made sure that he wasn't angry, so he put his mind at ease, sighed, and turned around and went out to make breakfast.

The little brother on the top bunk was woken up by the conversation between the two people, rubbing his eyes and asking what time it was.

The old lady also got up, and sat there to pick up her cigarette pouch.

"It's half past six, get up quickly. Zhang Tiejun put on his shoes and stood up, went over and opened the window.

"Tiejun, have you broken up?" Aunt Wang upstairs stood outside the window talking to someone, and saw Zhang Tiejun open the window and asked.

"Acquired after tomorrow. "

Do you know where you

can go?" "Where else can you go, crushed mine, the same as your Xiaohui."

"It's okay to crush the mine, take care of the good ones and open a lot, and then talk about it for a few years."

"That is, just drive more, and the rest is not important. "

The wages of the crushing workshop are higher than those of the sorting workshop and the non-production workshop, and it is much higher, mainly because the working environment is too bad and tired, and the probability of occupational diseases can reach ninety percent.

No one on the whole people's side wants to go to work in crushing, and they will try their best to transfer through the back door.

They enjoy the same salary and treatment as all employees here, and can work until retirement.

For the workers of the large collective, this is a step to the sky, and they all rush to get in, after all, they get more, which can be five or six times higher than their wages in the large collective unit, and they can also divide the rice and the meat and eggs like the whole workers.

"Grandma," Zhang Tiejun walked up to the old lady and looked at her: "Don't smoke cigarette pouches in the future, I'll buy you a filter."

"Okay, just wait for you to buy me a filter." The old lady laughed: "My eldest grandson also goes to work to earn money."

Zhang Tiejun took out most of the box of paintings in his pocket, took out one and lit it for the old lady, and stuffed the rest into the old lady's hand: "Obedient, the cigarette pouch is no longer smoking, put it away." "

You can do everything for a day. Zhang Tiebing, who got dressed and climbed down from the top bunk, glanced at Zhang Tiejun.

Zhang Tiebing is three years younger than Zhang Tiejun, but it looks like he is five or six years younger, and his height is only a little above Zhang Tiejun's elbow, and it has become a knot in the hearts of Zhang's father and Zhang's mother.

Zhang Tiejun stretched out his hand and rubbed it on Zhang Tiebing's head: "Don't you accept it?"

"I'm too lazy to take care of you." Zhang Tiebing went out to brush his teeth and wash his face without looking back.

Zhang's mother also got up and turned on the radio.

Zhang Tiejun clicked his lips, and felt that all this was so beautiful. It's really good.

After washing up, Zhang Tiejun went to the kitchen to take a look, Zhang's father cooked porridge and was heating the leftovers from last night.

There is nothing particular about breakfast in the Northeast, what is there to eat, steamed bread, rice noodles and stir-fried vegetables are normal, porridge pickles, soy milk fritters and tofu brains can also be eaten, and there are also ramen wontons hanging oven cakes, tendon cakes and casseroles when you go out.

Vegetarian is also OK, meat is OK, light is OK, and the heavy flavor of wide oil is also eaten.

Zhang Tiejun went to find an aluminum basin and came out, and Zhang's father glanced at it: "What are you doing?" and "

I'll go buy some tofu brain."

"Okay, buy a few more fritters and come back."

Zhang Tiejun agreed, and came out of the house with an aluminum basin and went to the street.

The market is at the intersection of the side street where I walked last night, behind the police station.

There are banks, department stores, grocery stores, restaurants, several kiosks, breakfast shops, serious hair salons, clothing stores and fish shops, and further west there are farmers' markets and baths.

Walking from Zhang Tiejun's house, it is less than two hundred meters.

When he walked to the road, Zhang Tiejun remembered about the money, took out his pocket, and took out more than 20 yuan. He also has a salary in the factory Xi, 67 yuan and 5 cents a month.

He went to the technical school in the factory.

At the end of the eighties, the university was still quite a mysterious thing, many people did not understand, at this time the Northeast was popular with secondary schools and technical schools, or schools such as metallurgical colleges, and they began to have wages when they were admitted to the national workers.

Only those who are not good at Xi school, and those with rural hukou will go to high school and take the university entrance examination. There are also the children of cadres, whose families have a wide horizon and know the benefits of college. However, the children of cadres generally do not learn Xi very well.

Most of them are nothing but using their power to go through the back door, and they are engaged in small gangs to bully classmates, fight, and mix society, so that one is stronger than the other.

Zhang Tiejun first went to the commissary to buy two packs of painting gardens, and then went to buy tofu brains and fried dough sticks.

He has a total of more than 20 yuan on him, so he has to save some flowers, at least until the fifteenth of next month.

Two bags of painting garden for five pieces, a pot of tofu brain for two pieces, ten fritters for five pieces, and this time there are twelve pieces. At this time in the '90s, prices were already quite high, and it was the time for a big wave of inflation.

Back at home, the family had already started eating.

"Your dad cooked porridge and you went to buy tofu brain, and there was a leftover. Zhang's mother complained, picked up a fritter and took a bite: "Well, this fritter is good today, and the heat is just right." Dad

Zhang and Zhang Tiejun glanced at each other, but no one dared to say anything.

After eating, Zhang Tiejun helped his father clean up together, the old lady went into the house to watch TV, Zhang Tiebing put on his clothes and went out to play with his classmates, and Zhang's mother went into the house to clean up and take care of herself.

When Zhang's father and Zhang's mother went to work and left, Zhang Tiejun breathed a sigh of relief, looked around the house a few times, went back to the house and lay down on his bed, planning to take care of things and think about the road behind.

This pondering was immersed in it, and all kinds of past regrets filled my heart, and all kinds of tastes gathered together, and I fell into my own spiritual world.

By the time he came to his senses, it had been more than an hour later, which was not a short time.

Zhang Tiejun rubbed his face and turned over and sat up, took out a cigarette, threw a pack into the old lady's bed, opened a pack and smoked one himself.

At this time, the smoke in the painting garden is considered a cheap cigarette, similar to the silver elephant, relatively light, and the burning will exude a fresh fragrance, Zhang Tiejun likes it very much.

The main thing is that there is no comparison in this era, and there is no difference between the painting garden that draws two and five and the three or five that draws fifteen yuan, and no one will feel that you are inferior or embarrassed.

However, most young people still smoke a lot, such as Marlboro, Black Cat, Big Gym, Green Moore, and Three or Five Camel Hilton, all of which are seven or eight yuan a pack.

Middle-aged people generally smoke red plum Ashi code Longquan Hongta Mountain or something.

In fact, the comparison itself comes from one's own vanity, and it is not necessarily what others say or do. It's a personal mentality.

Taking a puff of his cigarette, Zhang Tiejun looked out the window and pondered for a while.

He believes that it is his strong desire to return

to this era that has led to this rebirth, so what do he want to come back for? If he wants to say that he has lived for nearly 60 years, what regrets does he have at this time, he has just stepped out of school to join the work, and has just faced a life choice.

In fact, people are making endless choices in this life, making choices in any way, and it is a blind choice, and there is no chance of regret, one wrong step is a wrong step, and every step affects the whole life.

Zhang Tiejun finished smoking a cigarette, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, went out to the kitchen to wash his face, and went into the master bedroom to look at the old lady: "Grandma, I'll go out, what do you want to eat, I'll buy it back for you."

"No, there is no shortage of food at home. You go play.

"Grandma, you don't have anything to do with going out for a walk, don't hold it at home all day, it's not good for your health." "

Where are you going?" the old lady looked out the window: "There is nowhere to go, it is good to stay at home."

"Isn't it better to go to my mother's shop and chat with my mother to help her sell things? This TV is full of commercials, and the program is also a rerun, what's there to see?"

This is the biggest change since the introduction of Chinese TV stations, which is already very surprising.

Originally, there would only be a show during the day on Sundays or during the winter and summer holidays.

"You can see anything. "The old lady just doesn't want to go out.

Once people get used to Xi going out at home, it becomes a burden, a thing that feels particularly troublesome, and they will refuse it from psychological to physiology. But this is really not a good thing, and it is not good for the body.

Zhang Tiejun knew that he couldn't persuade the old lady, so he had to come to Zhang's mother for this matter. The old lady only listened to Zhang's mother. So I didn't say anything more, packed up and took the keys out of the house.