"Don't you always think you are very capable?"

At the entrance of the village, Sister Jiang looked at her husband and took out the salary she had just received and slapped it on the table. Her husband, who was about to yell, suddenly became mute. He stared at the money on the table:

"Where did it come from?"

"Salary! Two hundred yuan for ten days, plus a 100 yuan bonus! I earn no less than you do laying tiles for people in town, right? Can we still live without you?"

Sister Jiang's husband was speechless. He had never imagined that a mere cleaning job would affect his status in the family.

"It's just a salary!" The man said with a sour taste in his mouth, "Even if that's the case, we are just equals. I earn as much as you!"

Sister Jiang suddenly asked, "Well, I have five social insurances and one housing fund. Do you have them?"

The man's body stiffened, his mouth opened, and his eyes revealed the same temper as before. This scared Sister Jiang. She was afraid that the man would be like he used to be, swearing and banging the table at every turn.

“Bang!”

The table was finally taken down, but the curse words were not uttered for a long time. The thousands of words in the man's mouth finally became one sentence in his heart.

This life is unbearable!

“Puff!”

Sister Jiang stared for a long time, then finally laughed out loud with pride: "Hahahaha!"

…

In front of the grocery store, there were a lot of people coming here to make phone calls today. If it were usual, few people in the village would be willing to pay one dollar per minute for a phone call.

“Beep, beep, beep.”

When the call was connected, a young wife in her early twenties held the phone with both hands and whispered, "Brother Hanping, is it hard to work in the city?"

On the other end of the phone, a gruff male voice said with a hearty laugh, "Working in the city, you can earn more than a thousand yuan a month! It's worth it even if it's a bit hard and tiring."

The young wife rolled her eyes and said, "Why don't you go back to the village?"

The man was obviously stunned when he heard this, and asked: "What's wrong? Did someone in the village bully you?"

"No, no! I just want to say that you should stop working and live a good life in the village!"

The man sighed after hearing this: "Juan'er, I miss you too! I miss you even in my dreams. But if I go back to the village, what will we eat? How can I support you?"

Juan'er blinked her eyes and said something very bold: "Brother Yangping, how about I support you?"

"What? What did you say?"

…

In Jiang Fuguo's home, the couple sat in the main room. Jiang Fuguo's wife was peeling edamame. She glanced at her husband from time to time and opened her mouth several times, but swallowed the words back.

Jiang Fuguo took out a Red River cigarette, lit it for himself, blew out a puff of white mist, and said, "If you have something to say, just say it."

"Fuguo, the first batch of people in our village who have classes have all received their wages."

"This shouldn't be the case. The store Xiao Xu opened is always full of people. It's impossible for him to lose money. We are the ones who are taking advantage of this business we jointly run!"

“The salary is quite high!”

"Well, at least it's higher than the allowance I get as the village chief!"

Aunt Jiang paused, and finally spoke her mind: "Fuguo, do you think we should let Daqiang come back? I heard that Xiaoxu plans to open a branch store and needs to select a store manager... Working at home is better than working outside, don't you think?"

Jiang Fuguo frowned slightly and said, "Since I took over this responsibility from my uncle, I have never taken advantage of the collective. Now this enterprise is collectively owned, and I cannot use the back door for my family."

"I didn't ask you to use a backdoor for our family! Xiao Xu is the chairman of this company now. Whatever he says, can others still object? Xiao Xu has a good relationship with our family. How could he mistreat our son?"

Jiang Fuguo still shook his head: "But even if that's the case, even if Daqiang comes back, he can't be the store manager! He's just not cut out for it!"

Aunt Jiang couldn't help but look at her husband with some resentment.

However, Jiang Fuguo changed the subject and said, "But I agree to let Daqiang come back. You are right. Xiaoxu will not treat our family unfairly. I think it is better for Daqiang to come back and stay with Xiaoxu than to stay outside!"

…

In a city in the east, people were sweating profusely under the scorching summer sun. A sturdy young man pushed a truckload of cement onto the elevator at the construction site, then turned around to shovel the next truckload of cement. He was so busy that he forgot about it before he had time to wipe the sweat off his face.

Cement construction is affected by the setting time, so once it starts, it cannot be stopped.

So it was not until after one o'clock in the afternoon that the group was finally able to take a break. They wiped their sweat with towels and went to the construction site canteen.

Then everyone else had finished their meal, and a few people could only eat the leftovers in big mouthfuls, drinking large cans of herbal tea to relieve their physical fatigue.

A man who looked like a foreman came over and said to the young man, "Da Qiang! Work hard, and I will never treat you unfairly in the future!"

Jiang Daqiang smiled politely at the contractor and didn't say anything. But as soon as the contractor left, the other people started complaining.

"This bastard is the worst kind of person! He doesn't even treat us unfairly! He assigns us all the hard and tiring work!"

"Fuck! Who told us we're not from the same hometown?"

After hearing this, Jiang Daqiang's eyes dimmed.

These days, factional struggles on construction sites seem to be just like the party and government affairs of the Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago. If no fellow villager wants to fight on the construction site, it is impossible not to be bullied.

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