My 16-19 years old, four years of youth and four years of donkey.
When I was in junior high school, I was the top student in the class, and my father was the foreman in the construction industry in our town. In the eyes of classmates and friends, I am the petite lady of a rich family.
Junior high school just graduated. My sister, who is three years older than me, went to the countryside to . My father saw that his eldest daughter, who was making money for her, left the country, and forced me to stop studying! Let me take over my sister's task - to go to the construction site to move bricks and make money for him.
(moving bricks, moving bricks, or moving bricks)
My father has a bad temper and I am the only one! He said something at home and the earth was shaking! When we were young, we had six sisters and brothers. If anyone cried or was disobedient, my grandmother always said, "The King of Hell (referring to my father) is back!" and it immediately became silent!
I dreamed of going back to school, but I didn’t dare to beg my father, so I asked an uncle on the construction site to plead with my father. My father only said two words: Don’t think about it!
When my father was working on the construction site, if there was any dissatisfaction with me, I would be his punching bag at the age of 16! I was often doing work, and my father's inexplicable brick hit me, scaring me to hide all over the construction site!
School is starting. At night, I held my schoolbag and looked at the black and blue bruises on my legs that my father smashed with bricks. How could I stop the tears!
(Helpless out-of-school girl)
got up early the next day and went to the kitchen to tell my mother: I can’t get it to school, I just ask my mother to find the street director and see where there are recruiting workers. Let me go to work elsewhere to earn money for you! I am not afraid of how hard or tired I am! If you don’t run away, maybe one day the bricks hit your head, you will be in vain to raise my daughter!
When I came back one evening, my mother told me that I would go to iron factory to work tomorrow, and a neighbor and sister were there, so we could be a companion.
At 4 pm on March 1, 1975, my classmates and friends envied me, the daughter of the foreman's family, and 16-year-old me, started working like a donkey from this day.
We have a three-shift system, with 28 people in each shift. The task is to pull a cold iron flat cart, go to a place about 100 meters away, use a large shovel to fill the iron ore and iron ore powder, and then pull the iron ore cart full of iron ore like a donkey and run and pour the iron ore into the feed port.
The machine is running constantly, and our 28 "donkeys" pull 28 cars in sequence and load, pull and dump materials. Travel after trip, 8 hours a day, super exhaustion overdraws my physical strength!
(Now this kind of work is done by machines, and it was all manpower back then)
Let the severe cold and ice and snow, fearless of the heavy rain and scorching sun. My hands went from grinding out blisters to blood blisters to turning into thick calluses on my hands! What makes me even more heartache is that due to excessive force, the inner side of my little finger always directly shatters one deep bloody hole after another!
In winter, no matter how many degrees below zero, the cotton jackets on our bodies are soaked and wet with sweat every day!
In summer, the arms are shrouded layer by layer by layer by layer by layer by layer by layer by layer by layer!
8 hours of working time, I was hungry in the middle and could only eat a few bites of steamed buns I brought from my home.
At that time, the salary of ordinary workers was more than 20 yuan, and the maximum was more than 30 yuan. My monthly salary is 60 or 70 yuan, and I don’t keep a penny, and I give it to my parents!
(I made this money at that time)
Anyone who can't kill me will make me stronger.
My stubborn donkey has been driving a car in the iron factory for four years. I lost four years of youth, but I had a strong will. I also made several friends who share weal and woe!
On December 28, 1979, I should recruit a textile factory and started the next life journey!
