looked out at the roaring river, the tattered sails floating on the river, the black hull, and the half-naked man rocking the oar. There is a desolate feeling in my heart. I heard the sound coming from a place not far away:
Camel River,
Suffering was like locusts passing over ...
"This place is called Camel River?"
asked a young girl next to it.
"This place is called Luotuohe Street."
"Are you a local?"
"Yes."
The two women inevitably started chatting in the car.
The car drove into a gray and black rusty iron gate. This is the only textile mill in the city. The capitalist's surname is Yu, so it is called Yuhua Cotton Mill.
The car stopped at the door. The two men recruiting workers got out of the car first and stood in the seemingly messy and dirty dam and shouted:
"Get down quickly. , take you to the dormitory first, and then to the workshop. Get your number plate. Without this, everything is in vain." The young women in the car got out one by one, and a group of people followed the man recruiting workers.
In the middle of the Bazi is a dark and blurry factory building. There is a bushy path next to it. Walking up, you will reach a house with white dust peeling off the walls. Two men led them in:
"Find your room and bunk with the number plate in your hand. Put on the work clothes on the bunk and come out immediately to take you to the workshop to work."
A man shouted loudly.
Mao Shulan found the place where she lived according to the number plate in her hand; a large room with a rectangular ceiling, doors and windows that looked dark.
The walls on all sides of the house, even the windows, are covered with old wooden beds . The beds are narrow and have two floors. I found my own bed, which happened to be the upper bunk. One end of the bed happened to be against the window. I climbed up, sat on it and shook it:
"This is not as strong as the bench we use to kill pigs in the countryside."
When I looked down, I saw that there seemed to be an overgrown mess outside the window. He was shocked:
"Isn't that the grave where the Son of Man is buried down there?"
"Speak softly!"
A woman's voice came from the room.
"Still sleeping in broad daylight ... " Mao Shulan muttered. "That's right, exactly. Looking at your figure, you might have been wrapped in a torn mat and thrown under it to feed wild dogs ."
A woman lying opposite her feet was wrapped in a quilt and sleeping, stretched out her head and said. Mao Shulan was so frightened that she didn't dare to speak again:
"Hurry up and get the work clothes from your bed and put them on! Go to the workshop to work! If you are late and leave early and are absent from work for no reason, your wages will be deducted."
Then she quickly got the numbered work clothes from the bed, put them on, jumped down and ran out of the room.
