Winter vacation is approaching, and there are only a few people in the class who are not doing internships. All the money that Jiang Cha has saved is spent on interviews, which is actually useless.
An ordinary person with no money and no connections, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet to work as a temporary worker at the largest pig farm in the suburbs. His daily job content is "poop shoveling officer", not just petting cute cats, but actually shoveling their poop~~
Every year before the Spring Festival, we are busiest in ensuring supply, and we will hire some temporary workers. No technical skills are required, and they can do simple cleaning and disinfection. Modern pig farms have high standards and strict requirements, and cleaning, flushing and disinfection are also necessary. It is not as dirty and smelly as imagined.
After working here for a week, she has mastered the skill of shoveling shit without delaying her meals. Who would have thought that there would be an accident, a dust explosion, and someone was secretly smoking in the feed room. Amid the roar, she could only hurriedly say "Fuck you!"
I opened my eyes again to the sting of the fumes. I was awoke to the stink of sludge. I saw myself covered in stinking mud. I didn't care about anything else and quickly followed the signs to the bathhouse. I showered for an hour before I realized, "This is the pig farm bathhouse. Whose shampoo is this? What's going on? Didn't it explode?"
Besides, that's not right. My hands are not that white and tender, and I don't have that much hair. How many modern people don't suffer from hair loss and baldness? This amount of hair is enough to staff a company's programmers. The number of hair follicles is enough to buy a car. I'm so rich!
So where was this? She needed to slow down and think about the situation. Sitting on a chair outside the bathhouse, her mind suddenly clicked, and she slowly realized she had traveled to 1973, covered in shit and a pig farm.
The original person is 16 years old and just graduated from high school. He was supposed to go to the steel plant for an exam this afternoon, but who would have thought that someone would trick him into falling into a big pit? It’s obvious that he offended someone during the registration process.
Nowadays, no one knows whether a father is a father or a son in front of others, let alone a job that people are fighting for. I guess they saw that she signed up on her own initiative, with the purpose of eliminating as many as possible.
My place was a mess too. The only place I could shower was definitely at the pig farm. Could it be that I had no space? I dug out a set of factory clothes from the bathroom cabinet and put them on along with some unopened disposable underwear that someone had brought.
I strolled around the yard and found that the entire pig farm was here. This was not just a row of pig pens.
As a key municipal support project, it produces more than 3 million live pigs every year and receives government subsidies of more than 3 million. You can imagine the scale of such a farm, which is fully equipped with various supporting facilities.
The unslaughtered pigs are now all settled (it is estimated that no living things can be raised here). The canteen is steaming, and there is always food in the canteen during the three-shift operation. The logistics warehouse is full of New Year's goods that have not yet been distributed to the employees. The feed room is piled with crushed and mixed feed, and the warehouse next door is filled with endless sacks, which are filled with corn and various feed bone meals.
The security room, office building, and the small supermarket run by the director's aunt are still there (the farm has been closed frequently since the African swine fever broke out in 2019, and everything needed for daily life is here).
Oh my god, she's going to make a fortune! What's missing these days? We have plenty of corn, rice, noodles, and oil (the canteen and logistics department have piles of New Year's goods that haven't been distributed yet). The most valuable thing is meat. Since the planned economy began, every household has been frugal. How can that little meat compare to what we have here?
She is now the woman who owns the entire pig farm, with tens of thousands of fat pigs kept in the pig pens. Is this compensation for her time travel?
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