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

Outside, he stood in front of the door of the building and thought about it, as if he should have a bicycle at this time.

I went to the small yard outside the kitchen and looked, no, there was only a standing storage cart inside, so it should be in the warehouse. He retrieved the key and walked to the door of his barn.

The warehouse is a relatively unique building here, and it was built when the building was built, corresponding to the house number of each house, one by one, used to store idle items and winter vegetables. Inside, there are cellars dug by each family.

When I opened the door, sure enough, my black two-six flying pigeon bicycle was placed inside.

I took the bike out, locked the iron door of the warehouse, and checked the tires, and the gas was quite sufficient. Pull out the rag from under the saddle and wipe the handlebar girder saddle with dust.

This bicycle was a reward for him to go to a technical school, and he spent 450 yuan on his family in 88 years, which is equivalent to two months' salary of Zhang's father, which made him the most beautiful cub in the same class of students.

There are 32 students in their class, 28 boys and 4 girls, and the bicycle ownership rate is less than 30 percent.

Although the wages of all workers in the factories and mines here have generally risen to about 200 or 300 in 88 years, bicycles and watches are still relatively luxurious things, and not every family can afford them.

It's quite awesome to have a denim dress this year, and the children of many families are still picking up their father's and brother's old clothes to wear, and they are quite happy without patches.

"Tiejun, where are you going?"

Zhang Tiejun looked up, and a handsome little black guy on the balcony on the third floor was lying there looking at him.

"Go to the riverside and have fun with your classmates. "

It's okay, just ask where you're going." What day are you?"

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It's estimated that you are also a crushed mine, and you can't run away, and if you get a coarse minor, buddy will take you with you." "

Then you can walk sideways?" Zhang Tiejun stuffed the rag under the saddle and stepped on the bicycle, and asked with a smile.

"Walking sideways is a piece of, I'll let you walk backwards. The handsome black guy bared his teeth and laughed: "You just don't have to divide the pieces, it's too tired over there, it's not a place for people." "

The handsome black guy is Xiaohui, the son of Aunt Wang, who is two years older than Zhang Tiejun, and is twenty-one years old at this time.

Xiaohui is the only son in the family and has four older sisters. He was the first technical school student to be assigned to crushing, but they had an agreement at that time, as if they would be transferred after three years of work.

Xiaohui's father is a factory cadre, it is said that there is no need to enter the crushing mine, it is a coincidence that his father fell into the ditch while riding a bicycle a few years ago, although the factory still retains the treatment of the salary, but people go to tea and cool, no one cares.

Moreover, the factory did not implement the agreement with their batch of students, and after three years, it was as if there was no such thing.

When it came to Zhang Tiejun, they went directly to the crushed ore this term, and there was no agreement, anyway, no one could turn over any flowers, and those who had a way could be transferred away with or without an agreement.

What is good or bad in academic Xi, what daily performance, what semester assessment, is nothing in front of the position of parents.

As soon as I graduated, the little illusion that existed in school was gone, and it was all a naked reality.

"Let's go, we'll talk about it in the evening.

Zhang Tiejun said hello, got on his bicycle and walked out of the building, through the potholes and narrow dirt road to the road outside. The road passes through the middle of the residential area and is an asphalt road paved in the sixties.

The road was not very wide, it was a two-lane by later standards, and the treetops of a few large poplar trees on the side of the road exceeded the roof of the next eight-story building.

Turn into Hengjie from the entrance of the commissary at the head of Building 11, opposite the commissary is a two-story cement building, the second floor is a department store, and the first floor is a non-staple food store and grain station.

Behind the grocery store is the police station, and opposite the police station is the Agricultural Bank, the only bank in the residential area.

Behind the police station is the road to the farmers' market and the school, and on both sides of the road are all kinds of shops, and the fishy smell in the aquatic product shop is more than ten meters away.

Further on, on the left side of the road are eight-storey residential buildings, on the right side of the road is the factory's spare parts warehouse, and an open space the size of two football fields is surrounded by walls and barbed wire, and you can see the tall gantry crane inside.

Zhang Tiejun first went to the bank to withdraw some money, and slowly pedaled his bicycle through the side street, looking at the extremely familiar and unfamiliar scenery on both sides, and inexplicably had an artistic conception of looking at the common people from the perspective of God.

"Iron Army. "

Hey. Zhang Tiejun stopped the car and turned his head to look over. It's his classmate Ruibin, chubby with thick eyebrows and big eyes, combing the most popular elephant head at this time, and he has to twist his neck and shake it when he walks a few steps.

This action is considered a kind of chic by young people in this era, and it feels quite stylish.

"Why don't you get on the bike if you don't go to school again?" Ruibin trotted a few steps with his arm and chased after him, brushing his hair.

"I'm too lazy to go. Zhang Tiejun smiled and looked Ruibin up and down a few times, saying that he hadn't seen these classmates for at least thirty years, but fortunately, the memory was still quite clear.

Ruibin stretched out his hand and pressed on the back seat of Zhang Tiejun's bicycle: "Where are you going?"

"Go to the front, where else can you go?"

"I'm fine, I can't stay at home, I'm thinking about playing with you." Ruibin helped Zhang Tiejun's waist and stepped onto the bicycle: "Let's go, do you go to Lao Xu or go to the

hair salon?" "Go to the hair salon and sit for a while and cut off your head." Zhang Tiejun kicked the ground hard, and the bicycle moved. This car is actually not suitable for carrying people, the back seat is a little soft, but the distance is fine.

Beyond the club, there are two singing halls, a barbecue restaurant, a billiards room, and the adult goods store with pink and purple lights at night.

Directly across the road is a kiosk, and next to the kiosk is an iron cage bridge across the river, which is very dilapidated.

Standing here and looking at both sides along the factory road, there are two restaurants to the east, and the rest are all singing halls, there must be seven or eight, and there is a singing hall to the west, the billiards club that Zhang Tiejun often goes to and the hair salon where he is going now.

Next to the hair salon is a wholesale department, which serves beer, drinks, snacks, and cigarettes all over the street, and business is quite good.

"You're not going to play?" asked Ruibin.

"It's not fun to fight every day. Zhang Tiejun rode his bicycle to the door of the hair salon, and Ruibin jumped down with both hands, almost pushing Zhang Tiejun to the wall. Damn, it's still so light and heavy.

Zhang Tiejun set up the car and entered the hair salon with Ruibin.

The furnishings in the hair salon are quite simple, there is a camp bed in the corner, two mirrors on the opposite wall, two folding chairs, and a simple device for washing the hair of customers at the door, which is a bucket with a hot water in it.

The room was filled with the smell of shampoo.

"The Iron Army is here. The proprietress sitting on the bed glanced up and greeted with a smile.

"Didn't you look at me?" Ruibin asked with a grin, and exchanged a roll of his eyes.

"Just yourself?" Zhang Tiejun asked. The proprietress was alone in the house. Subconsciously looked at it twice, burned his explosive head, wore a seersucker dress and a jacket and threw it on the bed.

In the nineties, I don't know why it is particularly popular to burn the head, from the teens to the thirties, eight out of ten women I met on the street were exploding, and the good-looking ones were good-looking, and the kind of big or small faces could be scary.

The point is that there are many men who also perm this, which is quite strange. At this time, men also have a lot of perms.

The proprietress is Zhang Tiejun's elementary and junior high school classmates. There is no foreign population here, and it is normal for classmates to go from elementary school to high school (technical school, technical secondary school), that is, these people have been accompanying them since childhood.

Her family has a rural household registration, and technical schools and vocational high schools do not accept them, so she can only go to high school. She learned Xi average, stopped studying after graduating from junior high school, and didn't know where to learn the craft of cutting hair, and came back to open such a hair salon.

In these years, I made money by opening a store, and it was a time to grind, and I earned more than a worker to work. It was from this time that the sacred status of the whole people began to be shaken.

"I'm not good alone, don't I just talk to you?" Gu Chunfen smiled and put down the book and stood up, pulling her skirt. She is okay, with big eyes and double eyelids, but she is a little shorter, and she can look like she is in her early sixties.

"Okay," Zhang Tiejun went to the folding chair in front of the mirror and sat down: "Cut it for me, cut it into inches." "

He is also permed, which is Wu Qilong's hairstyle. The hair salons here are mostly plastered with posters of the Little Tigers, and most young people imitate their hairstyles.

Gu Chunfen walked behind Zhang Tiejun and looked at him in the mirror, raised her hand and grabbed it on his head: "What do you really want to cut? Your hair is so good, you are blind after cutting it, and you can repair it."

"Cut it, it's too wasteful of time to clean up every day, cut it short to save trouble."

Zhang Tiejun raised his hand and stroked his head twice, and he was quite satisfied with his hair volume at this time.

It turned out that he was bald when he was forty years old, and he has been shaved since the age of forty, and it feels a little weird to look at his hair at this time. But then again, having hair is better than being bald.

"Then cut it, why are you afraid of me if you don't feel sorry for yourself?" Gu Chunfen leaned Zhang Tiejun's head against his chest, grabbed his head with both hands, and stared at him with his eyes and smiled: "I'll wash you." "

Cut it directly, and wash it after cutting." "

Give me shampoo?" Gu Chunfen touched Zhang Tiejun's face twice.

Zhang Tiejun did not hide, he has long been Xi to it, since junior high school, these female classmates in the class like to take advantage of him, and they have been numb for so many years.

What a beautiful and simple time it was. It's a pity that at that time, he was a straight man of steel who didn't understand fart, and he didn't know anything at all, and the flattery of his female classmates was wasted.

It feels disgusting to see the kiss, and not everyone can do these things after receiving love letters and handing them to the teacher.