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

With a little complicated thoughts, Zhang Tiejun locked the garage door and came out, carrying Lu Dingji across the road to Tian Ling's house.

Tian Ling's house was very lively, a room full of people were giggling and talking, the smell of smoke and alcohol stimulated his nose, and Zhang Tiejun sneezed twice as soon as he entered the door.

"Iron Army. Tian Ling and his father saw Zhang Tiejun beckoning, his little face was pink, and he was happy to drink it at first glance.

"What's going on?" Zhang Tiejun looked at the people in the room.

"Today, my commissar has a birthday, everyone is happy. "

Oh," Zhang Tiejun nodded, and looked at the little birthday star who was also drinking: "Political commissar, happy birthday, I wish you success in your studies." "

Thank you, brother. Political Commissar Tian waved his hand at Zhang Tiejun.

Tian Ling got down from the bed and found her shoes and stepped on: "Return the book?"

"Hmm." Zhang Tiejun laughed and raised the deer and ding in his hand, and Tian Ling gave him a roll of his eyes when he avoided people.

The two of them came to the hut one after the other, Zhang Tiejun put the book on the bed, Tian Ling closed the door and stretched out his hand to him: "One hundred and twelve, five yuan, not a single point less." Makes you have no memory.

Zhang Tiejun stretched out his hand and dragged Tian Ling over and hugged him in his arms, and kissed him on the face and mouth a few times: "Okay, it's not a lot for you."

Tian Ling raised her face and let Zhang Tiejun kiss him a few times, and then hit him and pushed him away: "It's all here." Give money.

Zhang Tiejun took out the prepared money and put it in Tian Ling's hand, one hundred and twelve yuan and five cents, which is really a lot. Tian Ling was stunned for a moment

: "Really give it?" "Then don't you really give it and pretend to give it?" Zhang Tiejun pinched Tian Ling's face: "Eat more meat, and the thin one will have only one skin left."

"I have meat. Tian Ling looked at the money in his hand, took out twelve yuan and five, and handed the hundred to Zhang Tiejun: "Give these to me, and remember it for a long time in the future, it's true."

"You take the pocket flowers, what I said is true, eat more good, you are too thin, too thin and your body is prone to problems." "

I've taken all your clothes.

"Oh, don't think about it, where did you get so much stuff. In the future, I will wrap the clothes, and until you get married, you will save if you have money, and you have to have some money in your hand. "

Tian Ling's family conditions are not bad, his father's bookstore is very profitable, but on the one hand, the parents of this era are Xi, and the other is that she has a younger brother, and her family has to stick to her brother for anything.

Political Commissar Tian is fifteen years old this year, and he is a little willful by his parents...... But then again, even if the children of this era are pampered, they are not what they were later, that is, they are a little willful, and they still know the etiquette and shame.

Usually, Tian Ling is her own big collective salary, but fortunately, girls in this era don't have to wear makeup or buy luxury goods, it's enough, but it's not so loose.

Tian Ling hesitated there holding the money, Zhang Tiejun went to her and kissed her on the face: "Okay, the book is returned, I'm also leaving, or your old king will come over."

Tian Ling burst out laughing and slapped Zhang Tiejun.

"Uncle, I'm leaving, I'm leaving, Auntie. Zhang Tiejun came out and went to the big house to say hello, and the political commissar Okita waved his hand, and he didn't bother to take care of other people.

"What about me, why can't such an adult see?" Tian Yan sat there and glared at him.

"Ouch, where else is this? Who is it? Look so familiar?" A

room of people laughed, Zhang Tiejun waved his hand and left, leaving Tian Yan there annoyed and annoyed.

I went downstairs and looked at the time, it was not even seven o'clock. There are still two hours, how can we pass? Koyanagi said that he wanted to come, but he couldn't go home. When I get home, there is no reason to come out until nine o'clock, and it is definitely not okay to go hard.

Worry about. After scratching his face twice, Zhang Tiejun came out of the sandwich road of the warehouse in front of the building and came to the road, looked up and down, and it was empty. There is really nothing in this era, and after half past four, a few commissaries and snack bars are still open.

At this time, the commissary was not a supermarket, so a big room left such a small window with a big dog hole to sell things, and people were not interested in entering.

Not to mention the snack bar, it's impossible to go without eating or drinking.

Gu Chunfen went to the city again...... Zhang Tiejun found that he had nowhere to go. Is this a failure in life?

It is mainly a matter of the times and mentality, and he will not go to the video hall that he once longed for so much, and now he will not go to the video hall that he once longed for, and it is even more interesting to play mahjong and gamble for a few dollars.

As for the same scholars, forget it, after decades of precipitation, everyone understands what is going on. Speaking of which, junior high school classmates can still have some feelings for each other, and everyone was true at that time.

Zhang Tiejun's junior high school was in the mine, and his good classmates were too far away. Besides, his classmates are now nineteen or twenty, and they are still relying on their parents, and then they are too old to play like they did when they were children.

Slipped along the road to the intersection and bought a box of cigarettes at the commissary, Zhang Tiejun looked at the opposite side of the commissary in a daze.

Opposite is the non-staple food and department store and the grain station building, at this time the department store withered, the non-staple food is almost yellow, the grain station is about to be revoked, are doing the last lingering breath, and there is no possibility of turning over.

There are all the memories of Zhang Tiejun's entire childhood and youth, when the grocery store was the place he longed for the most, with bread, sausages, canned food, fruit and meat.

There are clothes and shoes in the department store, and my mother can turn cloth into clothes, and every time I come to buy something, I am full of worship and joy, watching my mother carefully count the cloth tickets, and begging the salesperson to give me a few more inches.

Needless to say, the grain station is the supply station where the whole family is alive, and since elementary school, the family has been buying grain, oil and soy sauce since elementary school.

The grain station also sells fritters, twist flowers, and soy milk, which used to be the best thing in Zhang Tiejun's mind.

Now, it's all shattered like a flower in a mirror, and the building that was once a great place now looks like a dilapidated two-story concrete house, with the cement cover cracked, revealing the blood-red bricks inside.

The boiler room on the east side of the non-staple food is gone, the original bathhouse, barber shop, and street restaurant are gone, and they have been turned into residential buildings and police stations.

Zhang Tiejun felt that the factory seemed to have no serious planning to build a residential building, anyway, he would stuff one wherever he wanted to, it was a mess, the place that should be occupied was not occupied, and the place that should not be occupied was crowded.

Little by little, the things in the memory are being changed and disappearing. The sub-district (district government) really doesn't have any say here, and it doesn't even have the qualifications to put forward opinions, and no one cares if it does.

Later, there was a time when the district urban construction wanted to come over to manage the management, and then was sent back by the plant management department to contact the security department. Except for a few rural households in the corners of the land, all of them belong to factories.

It was not until after 97 years that the waist pole of the district and urban construction was hardened, but it could only manage the common people.

Not to mention urban construction at this time, the police station can only manage the household registration, and public security is the dish of the security department.

"Tie Jun'er, what are you thinking?"

"I didn't think about anything, and suddenly I felt that we had changed a lot, and those things before were gone. Zhang Tiejun pointed to the original restaurant and bathhouse: "At that time, I felt happy to be able to eat a bowl of noodles."

Hou Li, who was sitting in the commissary, smiled: "This guy, you are still here to remember the bittersweet thoughts." Come in and sit down for a while?" "

Don't get me wrong, this Hou Li is a man, their brothers, the eldest is called Hou Fang, the second is called Hou Li, and there is a girl in the middle, called Hou Juan." Hou Li is one year older than Zhang Tiejun, that is, at least three years older.

Zhang Tiejun glanced at the commissary and shook his head: "No, one day, I'll have something to do in a while." "

Hou Juan is also in the house, so he doesn't want to go in. This Hou Li has always wanted to encourage him and Hou Juan to get along, but he doesn't want to think about it, he is three or four years older than Zhang Tiejun, what about his sister? This Zhang Tiejun really can't stand it.

The key is that Hou Juan doesn't object to it, and she is usually silent and affectionate with them, which is a little scary. This is the disadvantage that the place is too small, just such a small population, and everyone has been in contact with this little person from childhood to adulthood.

In fact, Hou Juan's growth is really not bad, and their three children are not bad.

His commissary is a relatively early factory, and it has been working for at least six or seven years until now, and it is the earliest and largest, and it is at the crossroads, and the business is quite good, and it is one of the earliest wealthy families in this area.

His family Hou Fang can be Zhang Luo, and he is also bold, he was the first to set up a commissary, and he was also the first to do a snack department in the selection of factory films.

But if he couldn't fight, his family wouldn't be able to support this business. It turned out that everything had to be done with fists.

However, there is one thing that Zhang Tiejun particularly dislikes, that is, he beats his daughter-in-law, and he beats him to death. Although this matter has nothing to do with him, Zhang Tiejun really feels that it is too much.

If you can't leave, what do you mean by playing every day?

The key is that his daughter-in-law is still very honest and quiet, that is, she is very beautiful, and she is famous in the entire selection of films. This woman is pretty, and sometimes it's really not a good thing.

At this time in the 90s, Hou Fang and his daughter-in-law had divorced, and his daughter-in-law went to live in the dormitory alone. However, Zhang Tiejun still didn't have a good impression of Hou Fang, that is, he nodded when he met.

The divorce was not mentioned by Hou Fang, but by the children of the children's family who came to mention it after they found out.

She killed more than 20 people in her house, smashed all the inside and outside of Lao Hou's house, and sent everyone to the hospital, and then the divorce agreement was patted there for him to sign. If you don't sign it, you will smash it every day.

At that time, Zhang's mother also told Zhang's father about it at home.

"Is this piece of land outside the non-staple food from the district or from the factory?" Zhang Tiejun pointed to the opposite side and asked Hou Li.

"Who knows, it must be in the district, right? Isn't this the gate of the grocery yard? Over there is the boiler room. This partial building is covered by non-staple food, which should be in the district. What are you going to do

?" "Do you think he can sell it?" If my mother sells clothes here, will it be much better than the market?"

"That's for sure, how good the location is here." Isn't your stall here? "