Two or three months have passed, and the white rice no longer smells good. The heavy sifting of sand day after day was hard, tiring, monotonous and boring. Many times, San Gangzi wanted to throw down the shovel and leave, but the little foreman didn't pay him a penny, saying that

Two or three months have passed and the white rice no longer smells good. The heavy sifting of sand day after day was hard, tiring, monotonous and boring. Many times, San Gangzi wanted to throw down the shovel and leave, but the little foreman didn't pay him a penny, saying that they would settle the accounts together at the end of the year, so he just I can grit my teeth and persevere, counting the days every day, looking forward to the early arrival of the Spring Festival.

San Gangzi became familiar with the surrounding environment. When he had time to rest, he wandered around, watching the scenery in the city, watching the women in the city, and watching the comings and goings of the people in the city every day. He envied the people in the city so much. They had money, good food, and high-rise buildings. The women in the city were clean and beautiful, with permed and curly hair, fair faces, red lips, and thin waists. Too beautiful.

Sangangzi hadn’t had his hair cut for two months. He had a break from work at night. Fugui took him to a barber shop not far from the construction site to get a haircut. The lights in the hair salon were pink, and the hairdressers were all young and beautiful girls wearing clothes. He wore very little clothes, and he wondered if these girls weren't cold. It was autumn, but they still wore less clothes than in summer. While getting a haircut, two rabbits on the girl's chest jumped in front of his eyes. He seemed to see the rabbit's delicate white lips. After a while, the little rabbit clung to his back again, and he only felt that his back was soft. It was hot, comfortable and nervous, and I was sweating all over. I had no idea how my hair was cut. The girl put down the hair dryer and asked him if he wanted a massage. As she spoke, she leaned forward and half leaned into his arms.

At the critical moment, Fugui came over, pulled Sangangzi aside, and said, we only get haircuts, how much does it cost? After paying the bill and going out, San Gangzi was still dizzy and couldn't react. Fugui told Sangangzi the secret hidden here, and warned him not to come to this place alone in the future. He also said that some people in the work shed had been defrauded of their hard-earned money to come to this place. He pitied his wife and children. Still looking forward to it. Although Fugui is careless, he still cares about making money for his family. He just wants his children to go to school well and have a good life when they grow up.

Sangangzi was enlightened and suddenly enlightened. It seemed that life in the city was very complicated, and it was not as good as he had seen. He returned to the work shed and told some of his close colleagues about the pink lights in the barber shop. Those people teased him and asked him with a wicked smile what he was doing and how he felt. It seems that what Fugui said is true. San Gangzi was taught a lesson by the pink lamp and was deeply impressed.

It's late autumn, it's been foggy all day, and the rain is gradually increasing, and it's raining non-stop. Sangangzi hated this kind of weather, and his mood became gloomy. His work became more sloppy and he shrank from the cold. As long as the foreman was not around, he would be lazy. It was not just him who was not paid, everyone was like this. Positivity. It was cold and damp in the work shed at night, and everyone would rather sit than get under the covers. Several people caught a cold and coughed non-stop all night. The little foreman saw that everyone's health was affecting the progress of the construction period, so he gave each person an extra quilt worth 20 yuan, which made the night a little better.

San Gangzi missed the hot kang in the west room of his hometown even more. He was kept warm by his fifth grandmother every day. He didn’t have to work in the fields on rainy days. He could lie on the hot kang, listen to the raindrops outside the window, and watch the old yellow dog stretch his limbs. Lying in the doghouse and being lazy, watching the big rooster leading the old hens to take a nap on the crossbar in the kennel, watching the sheep sticking out their pink tongues and eating grass in the shed, watching the yard There are circles of water in the small puddles, smelling the aroma of wheat smoke coming from Fifth Grandma's kitchen, eating the soft noodle soup cakes made by Fifth Grandma, and the happiness in laziness makes him think about it every night. Now he just Yearning to go home and sleep on a comfortable hot bed.