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

Zhang's mother is now 10,000 satisfied with her eldest son, as long as she doesn't want to go to heaven, she can agree: "Buying a motorcycle is not a mess, useful things, how handsome our son is to ride a motorcycle." Dad

Zhang was silent. In the family, Zhang's mother has made an advocacy, and his father has never objected, and he understands his family status very clearly and thoroughly.

Zhang Tiejun came out to wash and rest.

"Tie Bing, don't look at it, go to sleep. See again tomorrow.

"I'll read a few more pages."

"Is that the end there? Have you washed your face?

"Can I go to bed if I wash it?"

"Then I'll turn off the lights and put the books away."

"I'll just look at it for a little longer."

"You think I'm talking to you?"

Zhang Tiebing stuffed the book under his pillow in frustration. It's so aggrieved, anyone can bully him in this family, and he doesn't dare not listen to anyone's words. Breath shivering cold.

"I'm going to Shenyang tomorrow, what do you want? Bring it back to you.

"Really?" Zhang Tiebing immediately forgot about his depression and turned over to look at Zhang Tiejun.

"Really, say, what do you want?"

"I wanted a good pair of sneakers and tracksuits. Okay? "

Okay."

"Turn off the lights, rest, rest."

It's realistic, and it's real.

......

Early the next morning, Zhang Tiejun came out of the house under the morning light.

It was just after half-past four, and there was no one on the street, and the shops were closed.

Zhang Tiejun went to the gate of the factory to take a small train and went to the train station alone.

The small train is a unique means of transportation for a few large cities in the Northeast, there are not many cities but they are very historical, but this is also the last glory, and they will soon face the fate of being demolished, and they have been changed to cars and buses.

Actually, you don't have to, this is also a kind of urban characteristic, but no one really cares.

No matter what era or aspect, the 'progress' of the city is actually nothing more than an exchange and distribution of interests.

If the small train hinders the interests, it can only be demolished, and the ancient buildings hinder the interests, that is, a pile of wasteland. There is no escape.

The so-called small train is just a name used to distinguish the passenger train (big train) of the Ministry of Railways, and it is called small because it has only five carriages and only runs in mining areas and staff housing areas.

It's a dime to get on the bus, and commuters have invoices from various workshops without money.

The configuration on the train is no different from that of a passenger train, and it uses a motorcycle locomotive. It was the kind of motorcycle that was used later in the train.

Early in the morning, there are few people on the car, it is not yet the time for the first shift to take over, and those who take the car are going to the big railway station to take the morning train, most of them are commuting workers in the city, and there are also going to Andong or Shenyang direction.

The small train does not have the rumbling sound of the big train, it walks very briskly, and the few people in the carriage, coupled with the morning coolness of getting up early, it is particularly cold.

It follows the roots of the mountain, passes by the side of the high mineral powder tank of the concentrator, inserts it in the middle of the mountain and the river, and terminates diagonally across the main railway station. There is no waiting room at the station, but the office building is much more imposing than the big train station.

People who get off the small train will invariably stand there and stretch their waists, take a look through the mist to the big railway station, and then speed up their pace to cross the dense railway line of nearly 100 meters to the big railway platform 300 meters away.

There are more than a dozen railway lines in this area, most of which are internal lines of factories and mines.

From this side is the station of the big railway station, there is no need to buy a ticket to check the ticket, the train stops on the platform and puffs white smoke and gasps, the door is open and goes up and down at will, and the conductor has not yet boarded the train.

The reason why it is so casual is because the trains that depart here are all commuter cars, most of them are commuter workers, and there are monthly passes issued by the factory, which do not cost money. A small part of those who need to buy tickets can also make up on the bus.

In fact, it is not expensive to buy a ticket, and it costs six cents when you get to the city. It turned out to be four cents, and the price has just risen, and it will rise to eight cents later, two for a piece. Although it is only a few cents, there are also a lot of ticket evaders, they just want to take advantage, and it has nothing to do with how much money.

Zhang Tiejun didn't trot as fast as others, and walked over and got on the train unhurriedly.

When the small train comes down at this time, there must be a place on the big train, and Zhang Tiejun has the bottom in his heart.

Seat grabbing is a major feature of commuter cars, and you can only stand if you go late. In fact, it is half an hour and 40 minutes. It's okay here, but when I came back from the city, it was called a crowd, and many people climbed directly through the window to get inside.

Commuters have someone to occupy a seat, as long as you see a playing card on the seat, don't sit, that is someone, if you have to sit, wait for a fight, fight on the opposite side is a dozen.

Zhang Tiejun walked directly to the sixth carriage before getting on the train, and the first five carriages could only look at the playing cards, and there would be empty seats in the back.

The air in the car is always a peculiar smell mixed with the smell of motor oil and sweat, the wooden floor is trampled empty, the noisy human voices are like fried beans, and the smoke of dry tobacco and cigarette rolls wafts through the cabin.

Randomly find a window seat and sit down, and the cold artificial leather seat made Zhang Tiejun bared his teeth. It's so cool.

Less than five minutes after sitting down, the carriage was full before a cigarette was finished, and after another five minutes it began to crowd, the aisles were full, and the conductor got on the train and began to shout for people to go inside.

The carriage was even more noisy, everyone was talking, laughing and laughing with friends around them, the poker players had already formed a game, and the melon seeds on the side were eating melon seeds to see the lively melon seed skin that had been vomited all over the ground.

The eldest sister knitting the sweater was like no one around, and the person sitting next to her stared intently at the needles of the sweater and prepared to dodge.

Oh...... The locomotive let out a loud roar, spewed out a thick puff of white smoke, and then slowly started, boom, boom, boom... The carriage creaked and rattled, and with a violent slam, it began to move slowly.

Pants, pants, pants,,... The train slowly passed by the station building, where the station staff stood and watched. Go faster and faster.

Pants rub, pants rub, pants pants, pants pants... Oh...... The steam locomotive left the train station with white smoke, and made a big bend down the barren slope of the river, and plunged headlong into the cave.

Along the way, the city was full of caves, and the wind with the smell of soot was blowing in the carriages, but it did not affect the movement of people talking and laughing in the slightest.

"Check the vote, check the vote. Take out the monthly pass board ticket, and make up the ticket if there is no ticket. The conductor walked through the carriage shaking the iron key, and when he met a poker player, he would stop to watch the excitement.

He shouted casually, everyone listened at random, what to do, he didn't really check, and everyone didn't take it seriously. That's what it means, work.

Along the way, the train traveled between the mountains and rivers, the passengers went up and down, leaving no worries, and the conductor leaned listlessly on the door frame to smoke, listening to the sound of the wheels striking the iron that was about to vomit in a daze.

There are many businessmen on the bus, those who come to the city to buy goods, and those who come to the market to sell stalls, from Yidong Bridge to Yongfeng Market and Global Building.

The people who came up from Qiaotou Station stuffed the carriage airtightly, and when they arrived at Fujin, they walked clean again, making people feel that they had just had a dream.

"It's time to get to the station, take everything well, don't play poker, and put away the sweater. It's time to stop. When I

finally arrived in the city center, the conductor's voice sounded louder, and the few passengers in the carriage stood up and poured out the melon seed skins, sorted out their clothes and got their things, and prepared to get off the train.

The train stopped, the loudspeaker of the train station didn't know what it was saying, one train after another stopped on their tracks, and the bustling crowd on the platform crowded around.

The people who got off the bus walked up the overpass skillfully while talking, and when they stepped on it, they felt that the overpass was shaking.

Coming down from the overpass is the exit of the station, where several small doors welded with arm-thick iron pipes are open, and the staff stand and chat, their task is not to find out the tickets of the passengers at the station, but to prevent people from entering from the outside while the doors are open.

As soon as you come out of the station, there are large and small restaurants, all kinds of fragrances float in the air, and everyone can't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

Fried dough sticks, soy milk, tendon cakes, tofu brains, wonton fire spoons, various casseroles, steamed dumplings, tea leaves, eggs, box pancakes, egg soup. The big sign of the hotel in front of the station always feels like it's about to fall.

Zhang Tiejun also swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, touched his stomach and looked around, looked at the big ball on the top of the Global Building not far away, and then pondered for a moment and walked into a wonton shop.

Wake up in the morning and drink a bowl of hot wontons with two freshly cooked meat spoons. Contented.

It's too early, except for the train station and the breakfast shop, where there are occasional buses coming from the main road in front of the station, and the market is not open yet.

After breakfast, Zhang Tiejun walked out of the railway station square slowly with his hands behind his back.

Opposite the north side of the square in front of the station is the largest joint shopping mall in the city, which is also one of the top five department stores in China, which was once very prosperous, but at this time its position has been seriously challenged by the global and Yongfeng markets, and has been replaced.

In fact, there is no difference between the things sold in the joint venture and the outside, and the price is lower than the outside, but it is no longer popular.

Zhang Tiejun once accompanied Xuexue to the underground shopping mall to buy delicate shirts, one thousand and sixty-one, and there were only four hundred and eight in the joint venture, exactly the same thing.

The stall owners of the underground shopping malls went to the joint venture to buy one and then went back to sell it for 1,006, saving even the goods.

It's true. In the past few years, the joint venture has been more like the owner's warehouse of an underground shopping mall, and there are many serious people who do this. But buyers, especially young people, are willing to pay a high price to buy underground.

Xi is too terrible for this thing, and what is even more terrible is the impression. He felt that the joint venture was old, and he didn't even have the desire to go in and take a look, or ignore it completely.

There is an underground passage built in the fifties and sixties between the joint venture and the underground shopping mall, which sells lighters and watches, and the underground merchants selling clothing, shoes and hats call it Treasury Road.

You buy something underground, as long as the stall owner says you wait a minute, I will go to the warehouse to get it for you, then it is guaranteed to go to the joint venture to help you buy it. Because there is no warehouse in the underground shopping mall.

Even so, however, the joint venture has always existed, and after 2,000 years, it has changed dramatically and returned to its position as the city's number one shopping mall.

And the once prosperous supply and marketing cooperatives shopping mall, 2300 have disappeared early.