Inspirational novel: My suffering, my university (10)

Inspirational novel: my suffering my university

Chapter 3: Wandering in Shanghai, the unyielding flag in the wind

[The first feeling for Shanghai is that it is more novel than strange, more exciting than panic. Shanghai, can you accept this unexpected bird? 】

On the morning of August 17, 1988, I successfully took the train from Wuhu to Shanghai. 19 yuan fare, arrived in Shanghai after 8 hours. When I stood on the Shanghai Railway Station Square at dusk, I still had 5 yuan in my pocket, and my stomach was half a catty of soda crackers. Dachuan was meticulous to me all the way. He was 3 years older than me. Like his brother, he helped me carry my luggage, took me three or four cars, and finally arrived at the night of the night. Material department. He is doing woodwork here.

There is a mysterious beauty in Shanghai under the night, and the bright lights, the dazzling high-rises and the cars on the roads pass by me in a high-profile manner. I dare not go through the zebra crossing, I dare not look around and dare not speak. This is a paradise. All the people and buildings around me, cars and trees make me feel awe, feel strong and feel so small and humble.

The bus is full of soft words that I don't understand. The strangers are all well-dressed. I subconsciously look at my left shoulder, where there is a triangular patch. Fortunately it is night, no one will pay attention. But I still feel that the patch is like playing on my face, making me blush and make me embarrassed.

The first feeling for Shanghai is that it is more novel than strange, more exciting than panic. Shanghai, can you accept this unexpected bird?

After we got off at Yuepu Town, Baoshan District, Dachuan took my luggage and took me into the door of Baosteel. The dimly lit streetlights stretched and shortened our shadows. The Baosteel at night was quiet and serene, and the wide roads were filled with various flowers on both sides. Okawa told me not to be proud: "Baosteel is a famous garden factory in the country. When you get up tomorrow morning, you can see green trees and flowers everywhere."

When I arrived at Dachuan’s dormitory, it was already 9:00 in the evening. There was no one in his dormitory. There were four mosquito nets in the dormitory. He said that his three rooms must be watching TV in the TV room! At that time, it was the time to sell the night in the dining hall. Dachuan put down the luggage and immediately took two enamel pots. He rushed to the faucet outside the house and ran to the cafeteria to buy two bowls of pork noodles. The first noodle that I ate after I went to Shanghai became the most delicious and memorable dish in my memory. I picked the noodles one by one and couldn't bear to swallow them. So far, I stubbornly thought that there is no kind of food, and that bowl of pork noodles. The scent of the pork noodles in that bowl has been lingering in my later days.

When I was eating noodles, I suddenly had a dreamy feeling of distortion. Last night, I was still suffering from my mother’s tears, but tonight, I was already in a foreign land thousands of miles away, time and space changed, and things were impermanent. What kind of life will I face when I leave this?

On the first night of arriving in Shanghai, I was admitted to a female dormitory in the row behind his dormitory under the arrangement of Dachuan. There was an empty bed in the room, and I twirled on the narrow single bed for a night. In the shallow-conscious sleep, I always shake my mother’s heartbroken tears and my stepfather’s violent roar...

Early the next morning, I woke up in Zhong Zhentao’s song "As long as you live better than me", the speaker in the dormitory area is urging people to get up. The dormitory area began to be noisy. It was a sunny morning, and there was a bright color in the strange air, which made me feel that my future was bright.

I lived in a female dormitory in Baoye Materials. When I came, I realized that the work was not as good as that that Dachuan said at home. He asked a lot of local colleagues to help me find out. My ideal job is to work in the factory, and any job can be done. It can be passed day after day, week after week, and the hope of work is very embarrassing.

At the 9th time at home, I was urging me to send money back to pay my debts. My first job after I arrived in Shanghai was finally late. Serving as a waiter in a private small restaurant, the monthly salary is 80 yuan, including food and shelter. I am overjoyed and excited! 80 yuan, no wind and sun, I need to pick up nearly 100 tons of stone in my hometown, pull the two-month dump truck on the crusher to get it. I see this work as extremely important and sacred. At that time, I was naive to think that as long as the boss did not take me away, I will continue to do it here.

[I was shocked, only to realize that the bonus is a conspiracy. I struggled like a fish on the chopping board, squeaking the bowl on the chopping board, and the boss saw that the movement was quiet, and he stopped breathing. I threw the money on the ground, gnashing my teeth and swearing: "The beast!"

I thought that this waiter would work for a long time because I found it difficult. Unexpectedly, less than half a year, I dared to fire the boss's squid. First of all, I really can't stand the boss asking me to sell the stinky chicken head and the bun noodles to the migrant workers. On several occasions, I threw away a few squid fish that he couldn’t smell. He thundered and thundered, and I wouldn’t save. He said that if you fry it, you can still sell it to migrant workers. He also eloquently said: "The gang of poor ghosts, they only have to eat these stinky fish heads, good they can't afford it! They are strong and will not get sick."

At that moment, I really want to spit on the face of this small man in Shanghai who is profitable. I finally resisted it. I need to work, and I can't fight him. I don't want to provoke right and wrong, I just want to work hard to earn money.

One day at 9 o'clock in the morning, a Shanghai man who came to our restaurant to eat noodles came to the store. As usual, he had a bowl of noodles. I know him, it seems to be the worker of the paper mill behind. When he came to eat noodles, he still liked to talk to me without any words, but I never took care of him. That day, I turned to the following article in the kitchen. Unexpectedly, the guy actually swayed into the kitchen, and I was not prepared. I suddenly touched my hip and said, "Come on, I am starving." I was burning in anger! I have never been insulted like this! I glared at this thin guy, thinking in a hurry to see if I should slap a slap on his face. The guy may have seen that I was about to attack and left the kitchen with enthusiasm. But I couldn't swallow this sloppy smoldering gas. I deliberately boiled the noodles and picked a small rib of pork on the noodles. Then I took the noodles and went to the restaurant, deliberately slamming the noodles and placing them on the table in front of the guy.

Obviously, this guy was irritated by my manners. He stood up and used the Shanghai dialect to swear that my service was not good. I was not able to find a place to ventilate, and immediately replied to him with a loud voice: "What kind of service is there for your shameless color ghost?" He was angry and angry, and picked up the noodles to swear at me. I picked up a stool: "Do you dare to marry me? Try?" The boss and boss who sat at the door hurried in and pulled in. This is the first time I have quarreled with someone since I came to Shanghai, and it is with a Shanghai man. I was really mad at the time, and my mouth was screaming at the "color ghost, not something, shameless guy" and fell into tears without a break.

The guy has never come to our restaurant to eat noodles since then. Afterwards, I apologized to the boss and said, "Sorry, I shouldn't be so impulsive to the customer." The boss comforted me: "This kind of person, you should treat him like this. Our restaurant doesn't care about his bowl of noodles." The boss said me. Feeling a warm, almost grateful, I am glad that I met a good boss who is not clear, and I have worked harder since then.

When I was in this hotel for the fifth month, my boss’s attitude towards me changed. First, the red girl returned to her hometown in Jiangsu to marry. So the boss recruited a waitress, and I was promoted to a chopping vegetable, and the rest was done by the new waitress. The boss told me privately that he felt that I worked very hard and that he would give me a bonus. I am very happy that my hard work has been appreciated and recognized by the boss. After all, it is a pleasant thing.

Unexpectedly, this guy has another attempt. When I had a rest in the afternoon, the new waiter went out to send a letter to the family. The boss went home to wash the clothes. There was only me and the boss in the hotel. When I was sorting out the dishes in the narrow side dish, the boss squeezed in and held two ten-piece tickets in his hand, saying that it was a bonus for me. I took it frankly, but I didn't expect it, but he took me to the arms. I was shocked and realized that the bonus was a conspiracy. I struggled like a fish on the chopping board, squeaking the bowl on the chopping board, and the boss saw that the movement was quiet, and he stopped breathing. I threw the money on the ground, gnashing my teeth and swearing: "The beast!" This is the most vicious words of the monks in our hometown.

The boss said slyly: "What is this? You are too naive, does the red girl not have a bonus?"

I firmly said: If she is her, I don't want to. When I said this, I made up my mind to leave the restaurant. As for the next job, I believe I will find it, and it will have a more promising future than the current waiter work.

At the end of the month, I did not hesitate to fire the boss's squid. The boss saved me with the temptation of a raise. He thought that twenty dollars could buy my humble dignity. He was wrong.

Fortunately, before I decided to resign, I had already found a kitchen abandoned in a nearby village. The owner had newly built a building, and the old house was left behind and rented to migrant workers at a low price. When I was looking for the past, there was only the kitchen where the stove was removed. About eight square meters, the door was opened separately, and the landlord rented it for 15 yuan a month. And gave me a bamboo bed and a broken cotton wadding, this is my first "home" to Shanghai. The kitchen is seven or eight meters away from the main house. It is hidden in a small forest. It looks quiet during the day and it feels horrible at night. I didn't fall asleep on the first night, only to find the starlight outside when I was lying on the bed.

I don't know which small animals that like night activities are hidden in the woods. They always make a hearty sound behind the front door of my window. I suddenly felt like a homeless little animal. When others were asleep, they still blinked in the direction of tomorrow's life. In this way, the nose would be sour...

[However, be careful may prevent the fingers from being pinned again. But be careful to avoid being humiliated and being looked down upon? Is it because of being from the countryside, is it being branded forever? I don't admit it, I am not willing. 】

After resigning, I was determined to find a job that could learn a craft. It was May 21, 1990, a day that reversed my destiny. I was introduced to the Yuepu Garment Factory and worked as a sewing woman on the assembly line. At that time, it was the time when the garment factory was booming, and the four workshops were full of workers. In addition to the team leader, workshop director, quality inspector, logistics department and factory leaders are all Shanghainese, the distribution is on the assembly line all from the foreign girls from all over the country. It is said that it will soon be a joint venture with Japan, so it will continue to expand the recruitment of women workers. More than 30 women workers hired in the same batch with me will set up a new workshop after receiving one week of training. Being able to work in a formal clothing factory is what rural girls dream of. On the first day of work, I took this job as an eternal rice bowl. It was very naive at the time, thinking that as long as you seized a job opportunity, you will have no worries.

Now I want to come. If there is no Yuepu Garment Factory, my working experience in Shanghai will be pale. Just as I have not experienced the stone in the mountains, my teenage time will have no meaning. The seven years in the garment factory is an indispensable process for my life to be completely reborn.

Just as there is no ready-made road in the world, there is no absolute smoothness in life. When I officially stepped into the gate of Yuepu Garment Factory the next day and started my career as a sewing woman, I fully realized this sentence. The meaning.

On the first day of work, I realized that this work that I think is so suitable for girls actually contains countless hardships and hardships. At the beginning of our apprenticeship, the first thing we faced was to learn to step on the high-speed sewing machine. But the kind of machine that generates power through voltage is not easy to control, although it looks very simple - it pedals with a little pedal, it screams and flies; when the heel pedals, it stops. However, when it flies, it is also necessary to match the sewing on the hand. If the match is not tacit, the needle that is quickly sewn may have your fingers tied into a horse's nest.

When I first arrived at the garment factory, I and the other foreign girls who were ignorant of the clothing were not scolded by the master. The master who was responsible for training our new employees was a fat Shanghai man named Pan, and we all called him Pan. Perhaps the superiority of being a Shanghai native made him defy our foreign girls. He often doesn't have a good face for us, and a little mistake is a bloody head. Every foreign girl heard his instructions, and everyone was ashamed.

On the seventh day in the factory, Master Pan asked each of us to sew a pair of children's shorts to test our "technique". But I accidentally sewed the front and back, Pan Master picked up my "work", the fat face was full of ridicule: "Is it not to wear pants? The outsiders are stupid..." The eyes of the workers were concentrated on my face, my face was burning in an instant, and the feeling of humiliation burned my heart. I want to cry, I want to swear, but I don't have the courage.

In the end, I did not say anything, only silently removed the pants and re-sewn. But my heart is gnashing my teeth: "One day, I will also be a master, let you listen to me too!"

The idea of ​​getting out of the head started from every hair in my hair.

However, only a few days later, I paid the price of blood for learning to sew. That day, I was just sewing my clothes. Master Pan patrolled me and stopped by me, watching me sew. My heart panicked, and the coordination of my hands and feet was also chaotic. Suddenly, my fingertips were stinging. The needles that moved up and down quickly plunged into my left index finger, and the blood of Yin Hong dripped on the piece of cloth. I am stunned, and the pain and fear make me feel overwhelmed. Master Pan said: "Is my eyes wide? I have to pay for the cloth!"

I feel the pain, and the pain of the heart can't describe the pain! There are countless small needles on the nails, one of which has a broken needle in the needle eye... This kind of pain is several times more painful than breaking the hands and feet when rubbing stones on the mountain. The pain at this time is not only the pain of the ten fingers, but more Is the pain of being humiliated...

When taking the needle in the infirmary, the long-suffering tears finally poured out with the pain of the heart. The infirmary's female doctor comforted me: "Don't be afraid, every little girl who is sewing will be so tied once, and then be careful." However, be careful, you may be able to avoid the fingers from being pinned again. But be careful to avoid being humiliated and being looked down upon? Is it because of being from the countryside, is it being branded forever? I don't admit it, I am not willing.

[One night when I went home, I found a house of rain, and the paper box that put the clothes was completely wet. As soon as I looked up, I saw the treetops - the roof of the oil felt was blown off by the storm during the day...]

Life does not believe in tears. After crying and hurting, I can only continue to work with my fingers wrapped. Because life is not a DVD player that can press the pause button at any time, it can't stop to wait for your pain in the past.

After a month, I turned positive. It became a formal worker and signed a three-year labor contract with the garment factory. A deposit of one thousand yuan will be deducted from the wages of the workers. If the worker leaves the factory halfway, the deposit will not be refunded. The garment factory is doing the work of the assembly line, paying by piece, and getting more work, it is common to work overtime. In order to do more work and earn more wages, I went to the factory at 6 o'clock every morning and returned to the rental house at 10 o'clock in the evening. One night, when I returned to my place of residence, I encountered a "Viper Cry".

In July of that year, the heavy rain continued, and it was always rainy and sunny during the night. The road is full of water, and the sisters from all corners of the village are everywhere in the legendary hometown where they have suffered floods. The most serious is said to be Anhui. My heart is raised, the water in my hometown is sent every year, and every year the big water will be submerged to the steps of my house. But the family did not write a letter and did not call, it is estimated that the problem should not be big. However, perhaps because of the big water, some of the hairy animals are also active.

That night, when I got home, it was almost eleven o'clock. I opened the door and went to the bed as usual to pull the cord. The fifteen-watt light bulb immediately gave off a dim light. Because it was raining all the time, the house was filled with the musty smell of mud and straw. This abandoned kitchen was built with earth walls and straw. Then, I turned to close the door, just as I turned around, I was stunned--a large group of creeping "long ropes" curled up in the corner behind the door. My first reaction was a snake, a python! It has the thickness of my wrist! The snake head is hidden in the abdomen, and the small eyes of two mung beans are shining in the dim light.

God, what I am most afraid of is the snake. When I was a child, I walked barefoot on the small road in the field. Even if I saw a dead snake, I would scare my body and jump away. The appearance of this big snake made me feel desperate! Will it bite me? Is it poisonous? Where can I go to find a rescuer? I want to yell, but I have been in the middle of the night, who will care about me? Maybe shouting will scare the big snake, it will attack me! I stood in the field and thought for half a minute, or decided to "please" this uninvited guest friendly.

I quietly moved my footsteps and took a long-handled broom from the wall. Thank God, fortunately, it was still long-handled. I carefully and arrogantly swayed the snake with a broom and motioned it to leave. It began to wriggle and a group of "long ropes" began to loosen. God! It is two meters long. But it did not swim to the threshold, but traveled along the wall to my bed. I was in a hurry. The strength of the broom was raised. I called it "going to go". The snake paused and looked at me. Then I turned to look at the door. The black outside was the world it liked. It seems to understand, turning his head to swim to the door. Instead of crossing the threshold, it drilled out of a hole below the threshold. Presumably that is the channel from which it came. The snake swam through the woods along the wall outside the door, and the sound of the faint sound went all the way. I closed the door tightly and sweated coldly.

I basically didn't sleep that night, I illly opened the paper box on the bedside, and I was shaking the clothes inside, for fear that there was a small snake inside. I turned the mat on the bed and checked it. I used the long handle of the broom to slap the shoes under the bed. Although I didn’t find any danger, I couldn’t sleep, and I was awake for half a night.

Still that month, one night when I went home, I found a house of rain, and the paper box that put the clothes was completely wet. As soon as I looked up, I saw the treetops - the roof of the oil felt was blown off by the storm of the day... I really want to cry without tears! I piled all the wet clothes on the bed, and I sat in a pile of wet clothes for a night.

When I went to work the next day, I asked the workers around to find out if there was any vacant room for rent in the nearby village. I finally asked one at Maqiaoqiao. It was still a farmhouse, and there was a two-story building. I wanted to rent out a partial room downstairs. The rent was 50 yuan per month. The water and electricity fee is five yuan each month, for a total of sixty yuan per month. I bite my teeth and rent it. Then I purchased a simple pot and bowl, and a simple home was born.

For the next six years, I spent the night in this hut. It is like a loyal elder who has witnessed my bitter joys and sorrows in Shanghai.

From the third month of entering the garment factory, my performance began to skyrocket, and the team leader and the workshop director looked at me differently. Because I can come to work at six o'clock in the morning and return at ten o'clock in the evening. Apart from eating and going to the bathroom, there is basically no time to be wasted. I can do two people alone. Whenever I go to a new product, I always ask for the most difficult processes, such as the collar of the jacket, the pockets of the pants and the zipper, etc., because the more difficult the process, the more work points. In the most month, I got a salary of 268 yuan. On the day of paying each month, my first thing was to fly to the Yuepu Town Post Office, to remit three-fifths of the home, the remaining one to pay rent and a meal, one to buy a book, my month Pu There is a "Yue Yang Bookstore" in the town. I almost became a frequent visitor there. I bought a lot of magazines and magazines, studied their style requirements, and I started to try writing. That is the dream I must complete.

Although it is very late to come back from work, I always have to read a book and write a few poems when I am soaking my feet. I have to sleep until 12 o'clock every night. At that time, I was young and stayed up late. I didn’t feel tired at all. Instead, I felt very fragrant because I read the book and slept at night. It can be said that in those days when they lived alone, poetry and books fragrant me one night after another.