The short spring passed quickly. After the thunder in early summer, the temperature kept rising with the dampness of plum rain. Every day after get off work, I hugged Xiaozhuang and stood on the balcony on the second floor, watching the colorful clouds in the sky on the west side of the fire, listening to the cicadas in the woods, a long and short sound, and chanting endlessly, disturbing people's mood.

Although the Nanman Lao Hou patted his chest and vowed to regain his strength, by the end of this month, our bonus was gone again, and the workers who were a little confident just now became more and more treacherous. What the electrician team leader Xia once said to me was also quietly spread in the factory. According to some well-informed people, the wages we pay now are actually loans from the bank using the assets in the factory as collateral. I don’t know if such news is reliable, but after hearing such news, everyone became even more anxious, afraid that one day the salary would not be paid again.

In spring, Fatty Zhang and Xiao Li started to fight because of two days of overtime pay. Since then, Fatty Zhang and Xiao Li have stopped dating. The two ignored each other when they met and were too lazy to even talk to each other. This situation has also happened in other teams. It is no longer rare to fight openly and secretly for a few dollars apart, pick on each other, and even fight against each other.

That evening, everyone finished their work and were waiting for get off work in the rest room. Director Tong of the factory office brought a person from the logistics department and suddenly pushed the door open.

"Is Wu Ping here?" As soon as Director Tong entered the door, he stared at a pair of small green bean eyes like turtles and patrolled around the room.

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"This..." Director Tong seemed a little embarrassed, pondered for a moment before answering, "I'm here to find you, of course there is something wrong, why would you run to your security class?"

When Director Tong said this, I became even more confused and couldn't help but joke with him again: "You are not going to transfer me to the factory department, right? I am a junior high school person, and it is definitely not possible to be a clerk. Only being an office director may be appropriate."

When Director Tong heard my joke, his fat face was a little unhappy, and his sharp voice couldn't help but increase his octave, "Stop talking nonsense, why am I doing when you are the director? I'll come to you and just one thing to inform you to move out of the guesthouse immediately."

I was unprepared. After listening to Director Tong's words, my mind was buzzing: "Why is this? If I don't live there, where do I live?"

Director Tong probably had expected my reaction a long time ago, and said disdainfully: "Now the factory is deepening reforms. Director Hou leads everyone to standardize management. You are no longer an electrician, and it is not appropriate to live there. For a long time, other employees have had a lot of opinions."

I felt like someone was suddenly put into the water, and I was so breathless that I couldn't breathe. "Who the hell said this? I live in the distribution room and it doesn't affect others? Who did you think I had any opinions?"

"Whether you influence others or not, you should know? It is not appropriate for you to live in a guesthouse. In addition, you have not yet approved by the factory department and arranged for others to move in private. This has violated the factory regulations and should have been punished." Director Tong stared at me with his small eyes and shouted arrogantly.

The fire in my heart couldn't rise. I waved my hand suddenly and slapped the iron cabinet next to me: "Didn't you have been punished? I'm not afraid of itchy now. You can do one, I will carry it, and you can do another one, and I will pick it up."

Director Tong saw my eyes turned red and my face showed a fierce look, and he was also a little scared: "Don't behave like a slut with me, it's not that I don't let you live. This is the decision after research in the factory. This time, the dormitory and housing will be cleaned up in a unified manner, and Chairman Cui Yaofa of our trade union will be responsible for it. If you have any dissatisfaction or any opinions, you can go and talk to him."

"I'm talking to him! It's not that he asked me to move, so what should I talk to him?" I clenched my fists and almost rushed up.

"Wu Ping, calm down." Following Director Tong's logistics department, I saw my hysterical look, I quickly settled the matter and changed the topic. "After you move out, you will live in the factory. Don't worry, we have arranged it for you long ago. After the collective dormitory of the entire factory was cleaned, many beds were vacant. Chairman Cui also specifically explained that he would take good care of you."

"Tong Ya'e!" Fatty Zhang shouted suddenly behind Director Tong, shocking everyone in the room who was focusing on watching us arguing.

When everyone turned their heads and looked at him inexplicably, Fatty Zhang continued to look outside the door and teased loudly as if no one was around: "Tong Ya'e, are you looking for someone to feed her again?"

Everyone followed Fatty Zhang and looked at the door together. They saw a female worker with plump breasts passing by following the electrician on duty and hitting our security class.

"Tong Ya'e, don't always look for electricians. These kids have been emptied. It's still our class's energy and real strength. Look, there are still several small 'original cannons' here that have not been opened!" Fatty Zhang pretended to push out a primary apprentice next to him.

Hearing the shouts of fat man Zhang in the room, the electrician turned his face, patted the tool kit around his waist, and grimaced the room.

"You girl has breasts, come and feed you!" The female worker named Tong Ya'e took a step back in panic, gave Fatty Zhang a fierce look, and started to scold him with a fierce voice.

In an instant, a cheerful laughter sounded inside and outside the house.

Fatty Zhang saw that the female worker fell into his trap, and pointed proudly at Director Tong beside me, mocking with a malicious look: "Your brother is here, you feed him first!"

Director Tong's fat face was as blushed as a braised pig's head. Although he was so angry that he was inconvenient to attack, he could only hold it in and gasp. Because Fatty Zhang was right, this female worker named Tong Ya'e was indeed his distant sister.

Fatty Zhang silently exclaimed for me with his usual "rogue" style. Looking at Director Tong's angry and embarrassed look, while I was grateful to Fatty Zhang, I also felt a little guilty for breaking his head.

The ruthless fact was placed in front of her. That night, when Sister Hong knew the whole story, she was so angry that she was itchy. She was so angry that she did not listen to my dissuasion. The next day she ran to the factory department and found Director Tong. Sister Hong emphasized that she was seconded to the county hospital and her work relationship was still in the yarn mill. According to the factory regulations, as the family of the martyrs in southern Xinjiang, she should also be divided into two small bungalows. After hearing Sister Hong's statement, Director Tong first said that there was no place to build a house in the living area, and later she said that he could not control such a thing and should go to the specific deputy secretary Li in charge.

Sister Hong came to the office of Uncle Mao Xiaoli. Deputy Secretary Li, who had a look on his face, did not answer immediately after hearing Sister Hong's complaint. A pair of thief eyes swept over Sister Hong's body, and finally spoke sourly: "You don't lack a house. Aren't you living well in Director Zhao's house? Why do you want to come back to live?"

"I can't live in a relative's house all my life, right? According to regulations, I should be assigned to this martyr's welfare house." Sister Hong did not understand what Deputy Secretary Li said, and she was thinking about arguing with reason.

"Now this matter is not my control, it is under the control of Chairman Cui of the trade union. Otherwise... you can report it to him first. Maybe he can help you think of a solution. Aren't you very familiar with it before?"

Looking at Deputy Secretary Li's ambiguous smile and listening to the derogatory words in his words, Sister Hong suddenly seemed to swallow a dead fly by mistake and almost slapped out disgustingly. She tried to control the tears that almost burst out from her eyes, and fled from Deputy Secretary Li's office with a hint of grief and indignation and humiliation.

After returning, Sister Hong didn't eat or drink, was sad and shed tears silently all night. I was furious and wanted to immediately slander Uncle Li.

"Move away, I don't believe that there is no place for us to stand." After calming down, I had to consider where to live.

"But, where can we go? I can't go back even if the Zhao family beat me to death. Otherwise, I will take Xiaozhuang back to the collective dormitory, but... what should you do?" Sister Hong's eyes were full of anxiety.

"You take a child and move back to the collective dormitory now. Can others tolerate you? Besides, I can't let you and Xiaozhuang suffer that sin." I waved my hand and interrupted Sister Hong's words, making her quickly break this thought.

"What should I do?" Sister Hong asked helplessly.

"Go out to rent a house. Now the farmers around our county town have a better life. In recent years, almost every family has built new houses. Let's go out and find a suitable family and rent a house to live in." I thought about the fact that someone rented a house in the electrician team, and said firmly.

"It seems that this is the only way. It is much better than squeezing a group dormitory, just spending a little more money." Although Sister Hong was unwilling to accept it, she could only agree helplessly.

The moonlight on the summer night was like a layer of mist passing through the branches and leaves of the old ginkgo tree, and fell desolately on the open space in front of the building. Xiaozhuang was already asleep upstairs, and this world was not troubled by him. I took Sister Hong out of the door and snuggled up in the corridor on the second floor. The courtyard in front of me was quiet, and an indescribable reluctance and melancholy spreading in our hearts like fog. Sister Hong put her face against my chest, and tears gradually wet my clothes.
Chapter completed!