At this time, Weng Mingzhong was shrinking behind the crowd. He was from the Qian family. Five or six years ago, he was a villager in Daliang Village with his face turned to the loess and his back to the sky.
Daliang Village was very poor. For Weng Mingzhong, he could not earn much money from farming every day. At that time, Qian's family was recruiting people, saying that Qian Changzong was going to the city to work hard.
Weng Mingzhong has heard since he was a child that you can make much more money in the city than in the countryside.
That day, he and his brother Mingyi lit up the lights and talked about the matter.
"We have been living a hard life for more than 20 years, and our mothers have gone blind... I also know that Qian's family is not a good person, but if you can follow him into the city, you can make money... make money.
…Don’t complain.” Weng Mingzhong took a puff of cigarette, but the tobacco was of poor quality, which made him cough twice and reveal his black teeth.
Weng Mingyi was silent for a while and said: "Then you go with me. I will stay in the village to take care of my mother. Neither of us has a wife yet. My mother will cry her eyes out because of this. If we are not with him,
, he can’t even survive.”
Weng Mingzhong nodded.
Weng Mingyi waited for a while and finally said: "My mother has said before, 'We should be down-to-earth and follow the right path! Otherwise we will not be able to be human beings...' Life in the city is just a world of flowers.
, I haven’t been there either,
Mingzhong, you have to remember what our mother said, it’s better to be a human being than a ghost..."
Weng Mingzhong looked at his mother's room and nodded hesitantly.
Weng Mingzhong always remembered the day he left the village, the voice of his elderly woman calling from behind, and the heart-wrenching cry that would appear in his mind from time to time.
The Qian family was not kind to people like them. At first, Weng Mingzhong and the others worked very hard, but gradually, he found that they, fellow villagers of the Qian family, earned much less than those who did the same work. Others would earn less in a month.
They could get three thousand, but they only had one thousand two.
And whenever there is trouble, they are the first to deal with it.
A villager named Lao Dai whom Weng Mingzhong knew had his arm broken because he helped Qian's family. The Qian family didn't even let Lao Dai live in Xing'an City, so he was left to fend for himself.
Weng Mingzhong and other fellow villagers collected some money and sent Lao Dai back to the village.
However, even so, for Weng Mingzhong, who may not earn a few hundred yuan a month in the village, the money is still a lot more.
Over the years, he imitated others and permed his hair, and the yellow hair on his head faded over the years. He also learned to fight and scare people with an iron rod. These were all things he had to do. He went to one nightclub after another,
Occasionally he would sleep with women who had the same problem, and those women would think that he was like a wild bull who only knew how to fuck blindly.
Some of these women come from nearby small villages to work and make quick money; some come from the north. These women make much more money than they do, but sometimes they feel empty, lonely and cold.
Weng Mingzhong had a sweetheart, a girl from the Northeast. They didn't even think about getting married, they just wanted to find a job.
He felt that he was not living like a human being, but he couldn't even explain what he was.
My brother called me several times and told him that if he found someone suitable, he could just get married, but he couldn't get married, he had no money, and his life was miserable... Most of his money was spent on treating my mother's illness.
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Weng Mingzhong thought that after earning enough money in two years, he would ask Uncle Liang to build a three-story foreign-style house for his family, which would be considered impressive in the village.
Find a good wife for your brother.
When the time comes, you can set up an orchard at home, and you will be happy.
He heard Qian Changzong's subordinates tell him that morning that they wanted to go back to the village to pick up the thorns. He was so confused that he was told to bring the guys with them. The guys were just iron rods and the like, and the knives were not.
The iron rod I brought you can still be used.
Most of the people knew each other, and they were all loaded onto a large Jiefang truck, which was very majestic and noisy, just like pulling pigs, and they were pulled directly to the bottom of the mountain.
When they arrived at Daliang Village, he, under the command of others, beat those villagers who were said to be "disobedient". He had been away from the village for a long time, so he was very skilled in beating people, but he didn't quite recognize them.
He is very numb, and he also knows that everything he has is given by Qian's family.
But he also knew that everything the Qian family had was obtained by squeezing the villagers, but what could he do... But at the juncture of his thinking, his expression became fierce, and the iron rod in his hand did not stop.
By the time he reacted, the iron rod had hit the head of a man who had risen from the water, and the man sank into the sea.
The leader's shout could be heard in the distance. He glanced hesitantly and saw the familiar robe. Wasn't that his brother? But before he could think about it, the leader came over and gave it to him.
Don't think too much about it.
Later, he also secretly visited his home. The atmosphere in the village was solemn and solemn. There was no one at home except an old mother. His brother was nowhere to be found. He made food for her and washed her clothes. She also regarded him as his wife.
It's my brother... He didn't dare to say anything.
In the end, I kept mumbling in a hoarse voice for a long time, "I don't know if Ah Zhong will have enough to eat or wear warm clothes in Xing'an..."
Weng Mingzhong couldn't stay any longer and ran out in a hurry.
People who work under the Qian family all say, when will this kind of life end?
Weng Mingzhong didn't know that in the past, we all farmed together, and the villagers and elders could still talk to each other after farming. However, because of the Qian family, everyone became enemies... He didn't want to be like this. He only found out later.
Yes, my brother was hit on the head, seriously injured...
When Zhou Qishan fought all the way in and beat the little bosses who used to ride on his head, wailing and begging for mercy, he suddenly began to hate the Qian family and feel a little happy. If it weren't for the Qian family...
But in the end, he watched Zhou Qishan and other villagers come with enthusiasm, but because Lin Chunyu was arrested, they fell into passiveness. There was still no hope... Xiaoshan was really passionate. This skinny monkey before... came again.
Their family once stole vegetables, but he was caught red-handed. My mother didn't say anything and even invited this bastard to dinner.
In the blink of an eye, he has grown so big.
Weng Mingzhong was also a little sad, but the appearance of Vice Mayor Jin was like a beacon, suddenly lighting up the way forward.
Weng Mingzhong wiped his face, and suddenly, the voices of my mother and brother seemed to appear in his mind out of thin air... "Be a man." He remembered the life in the village before. Although the days were hard, my mother's face was still there.
Hanging on the ceiling is always a smile, a smile waiting quietly at the door of the house, waiting for the two brothers to come back from finishing their farm work...
While Liu Qing and the Qian family were trying to explain something, Weng Mingzhong patted the dust on his body, stood up, and strode towards Deputy Mayor Jin and the others.
Today, he, Weng Mingzhong... still needs to be a human being.