Chapter 30 Preface 'An Old Dog'

Date: September 2, 1988

summer

Preface:

['Flesh and Blood Processing Factory']

The sun was high in the sky, the earth was scorching hot, and wave-like heat waves rose into the air along with the soil on the ground.

The land was scorched, the rivers dried up, the farmland cracked, and the people became jerky.

“Swish!”

The dense roots were pulled out forcefully, and a lot of soil was scattered during the shaking.

The dried mud fell and hit my feet, which were wearing work shoes.

It was very painful, the clods of earth were no different from stones, but the man had gotten used to it. His soles and insteps had already formed a thick layer of calluses.

This is peanut. The end of August and the beginning of September is the time to pick peanuts.

"Tell me, why do those city people always say that farming is good, but why don't they help us farm?"

Under the shade of the tree, two or three men squatted together with a towel hung around their necks.

Their dry black skin was covered with wrinkles. They stared at their homemade cigarettes, their cloudy eyes looking at the land in front of them, which gradually became blurred as the heat wave rose.

"Because I'm tired and dirty. It's dirty and tiring."

Someone spoke.

"It's dirty and tiring, how can it be a good job?"

"Um~No."

"Hey, I'm back to the beginning. Why do you say farming is good?"

A few men were talking idly, one after another, and their words drifted away with the cigarettes and the wind.

There were several dark shadows in the farmland, bent over, facing the loess and with their backs to the sky. It was impossible to tell who they were, or whether they were men or women.

But these men knew whose land they were standing on, so they also knew who the other party was.

"I don't know, but I know it's good to farm."

"What's good?"

The old man who was smoking turned his head to look at the other person, grinning and revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Old Li, why do you farm for your whole life?"

Old Li thought for a moment and said, "Let my son not farm."

"Hey, farming is good. You farm so that your son doesn't have to farm."

The old man was happy, but not for long.

He finished his cigarette, put on his hat, and plunged into the heat wave. Soon, he became one of the bent, dark shadows.

He did this too.

Under the shade of the tree, a young man didn't say a word. He drank two sips of water in the iron can of Eight Treasure Porridge, looked at the harvest, then turned around and rode away on his tricycle.

His name was Sun Jian. He had never been to school. He was in his twenties, but had been farming for ten years.

On the tricycle were peanuts from his family's field. The damn weather made the soil as hard as peanuts from a jiba field, making it difficult to harvest. Fortunately, his field was loose, so it was easy to pull them out, and he finished harvesting earlier than others.

Sun Jian didn't have any ideals, he thought farming was pretty good.

It's just a little tiring, a little hot, a little bitter, and a little painful, but if you can bear it, it's actually not too bad.

At least I don’t have to worry about food and drink and I can survive.

He still remembers the hard days when he was a child, when he had no parents and no food to eat, and he and his grandparents just relied on this piece of land to survive.

At this time, it is good to have land to farm.

However, when Sun Jian returned home and wiped his forehead with a towel, he saw his wife and his childhood friend in the blink of an eye.

When his childhood friend saw him, he was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and hurried to greet him.

"Brother, brother, let's go, hurry up, or we'll be late!"

Listening to the voice beside him, Sun Jian smiled.

This is his younger brother, their childhood friend. They played together when they were young. He is the child of the village chief. He has been very supportive of him when he grew up. He knew that his family was suffering and found a job for him.

Miners, going underground to dig.

The salary is 150, which is much better than farming at home.

"Okay, I'll leave after I wash my face."

Sun Jian grinned, and the smile on his face was very honest.

"Oh, why are you still washing your face!"

My childhood friend had no flesh on his cheeks and was rather thin. When he saw Sun Jian like this, he slapped his thigh.

"Hurry up and leave. If you don't leave now, you will miss the bus. You can wash your face after you get off the bus, but if you lose your job, you will lose it."

The childhood friend pushed him out with earnest words.

Sun Jian didn't even change his shoes. He just took some money with him and walked away covered in mud.

The car was a tractor. After arriving in the city, we took a train. There were two men on the car. They looked thin. They were the two miners.

Sun Jian, wearing cloth shoes, raised his legs and stepped into the tractor.

"I'll be waiting for you at home." His wife waved goodbye from a distance.

Besides her, there were other villagers around who were watching him leave with envy on their faces.

The family dog ​​chased after him, and when it couldn't catch up, it ran around in circles and barked at him.

Sun Jian said nothing, just grinned and waved.

The mining area is a coal mountain.

Only when Sun Jian came here did he know what the so-called mine was like.

The mine is not the entrance to a cellar, but an entrance similar to a tunnel, with a downward passage inside.

It's not hot inside the mine, on the contrary, it's very cold.

Even though it is summer outside, it is still very cold. You have to wear cotton clothes and waders, and your feet will be full of water.

It is very tiring here, not only physically but also mentally. There are only rats to keep you company underground. Of course, Sun Jian is also like a rat, so naturally he is only accompanied by rats.

He worked here with the miners for a month and a half.

In a month and a half, he earned more than 200 yuan, which was much more than what he earned from farming.

How to spend the two hundred yuan? Sun Jian calculated.

He planned to buy some supplies for the city, some vanishing cream, some hand cream, some snacks, and most importantly, pork.

Oh, and clothes, these are all good things.

Sun Jian still remembers his wife working hard at home, with her hands covered with calluses and rough skin. He also saw the fair-skinned girls in the city, and he felt that he should buy some of these.

In addition to this, you also need to buy a rocking bed.

Sun Jian wanted a child, so he planned to go home during the holidays to have one. By then, he would be like the people in the city, working while his wife would rock the cot to coax the child, and when he returned home, his wife and children would come to greet him.

Thinking of this, Sun Jian always worked harder to mine and felt full of energy.

His muscles tensed and he exerted force suddenly.

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“Swish!”

A crisp voice rang out.

However, this is not the sound of an electric drill drilling coal.

Sun Jian was stunned. He dropped the electric drill, turned around and looked at the person behind him.

This was one of the two men who took him mining.

The other party held up the coal, expressionless, and smashed it hard at Sun Jian who was wearing a safety helmet.

“Bang!”

Sun Jian came back to his senses and touched his head.

Strands of liquid flowed from his forehead.

The next second, Sun Jian collapsed to the ground.

There was an accident in the mine.

When the technicians were blasting, they missed two people. They were buried in the mine and crushed to death.

Sun Jian survived, having hidden all his money in the compartment of his helmet, and his injuries were not serious.

He pretended to faint, and while the other person was checking him, he drilled through the other person's head with an electric drill, and then picked up coal as a stone and smashed another person to death.

He managed to escape before the explosion.

Money saved his life.

Sun Jian didn't understand why the other party wanted to kill him until the mine owner asked him to keep it a secret and gave him, a fellow villager, 5,000 yuan. Then Sun Jian understood.

Five thousand, this moment is worth five thousand.

This amount exceeded all the money he had ever earned in his entire life, and was also the amount he would need to work in a mine for 32 months to earn.

Sun Jian remained silent. He held the money, got on the train, and didn't tell anyone about this experience.

Before leaving, the old miner told him that if he took a tough stance, he could get 10,000 yuan. After all, someone had died and the mine owner didn't dare to say anything.

Sun Jian returned to his hometown.

When he returned home, it was already night. Sun Jian had bought a lot of things and was carrying large and small bags in his hands.

When he stepped into the yard, the family dog ​​smelled the scent, but without barking, it circled around him, wagging its tail.

Sun Jian stopped and looked at the window.

I saw the shadows of a man and a woman who were turning the tide.

Sun Jian was sold. He was sold for two thousand yuan.

The miner killed him and said the compensation was three thousand. The other party promised to give two thousand to his childhood friend and his wife.

His childhood friend occupied his land and his house.

The boss was planning to demolish the house, and his house was very valuable, so he could get a house in the city and a lot of money.

It was originally occupied by a childhood friend.

But Sun Jian got the demolition compensation and life compensation he deserved.

It was found at my childhood friend’s home and on his wife.

Day by day, he earned more money than he could ever earn in his entire life.

He stood at the entrance of the village, looked back at the farmland where he had worked for half his life, and glanced at the old house that was filled with the smell of blood.

He clenched the banknotes in his hand.

Suddenly, Sun Jian seemed to understand something.

Sun Jian smiled, turned around, and walked away with big strides.

He didn't take much with him, and there was only one thing that could be considered his possession.

He took his dog with him.

September 5, 2003.

Evening, eight o'clock.

Sun Jian, who was wearing a suit and leather shoes, received a piece of news that a group of police officers broke into hospitals and other places, searched the crematorium, and thoroughly checked the cemetery.

Sun Jian knew what this meant, so he didn't panic.

He didn't run away, but drove back to the factory in a car that others envied.

Sun Jian used the last of his time to drive away an old dog that could no longer walk.

He said.

"Dogs are more loyal than humans."

He said again.

"Some people say I opened a meat processing factory, but actually..."

"The world itself is a flesh-processing factory."

Case · 'Flesh Processing Factory'.

(Case closed) (End of this chapter)