Mo Yan had been waiting for this day for a long time, but this brat had been quite well-behaved for the past two years, so she had never had the heart to hit him. But now it's different. He's eager to be hit, and it has nothing to do with her.
Mo Yan immediately pulled him over and started spanking him, making him howl in pain.
"Mom, don't do this, let's talk this out."
He ran away quickly; didn't he say he was going to the factory to earn money?
"Stop right there. I'll talk to you after I've had my fill of beating you up."
Fang Xiaobao: "..." This sounds so strange.
Fang Xiaobao kept running, and Mo Yan followed him out, grabbed him, dragged him back, threw him in the living room, and then closed the door.
Seeing this scene from outside, Liu Fei felt a pang of sympathy. "Godmother, please don't hit my brother. Let's talk this out."
Mo Yan held a feather duster in her hand, a big smile on her face, looking at her son with great joy. "Son, come here, tell Mom what you wanted to say just now?"
Fang Xiaobao: "..."
"Mom, I see that you and godmother work too hard every day. If I can earn money, you two can enjoy life."
Fang Xiaobao genuinely felt that working at the recycling station was very hard. Every day he saw his mother and godmother climbing on top of very tall piles of recyclables, working hard to sort through them.
"Pah, stop using me as an excuse. Just tell me what you want to do."
Fang Xiaobao: "..."
"I want to make money, even if I can get into university, that's two years from now. And then there are the four years of university. When will I be able to make money?"
But things are different now. My teachers have said there are 360 professions, and every profession can produce an expert. So, if I go to the factory, won't I be learning a technical skill too?
Fang Xiaobao didn't think there was anything wrong with his idea; he just wanted to make money as soon as possible.
"Sister, let's talk this out. The child is young, we can teach him slowly."
Xiao Cao walked in from outside, just about to speak up for Fang Xiaobao, when she saw Mo Yan nodding with a smile.
"Okay, then go do a summer job. See if you can learn any skills." If you want to work, then go ahead. She won't stop you; there's no point in stopping you anyway.
Little Grass: ? ? ?
So you're just letting the child go?
"No, sister, the child is just being immature. You can't let him do what he wants. That factory is just for them to do assembly line work. They don't have any skills, and it's incredibly tiring." We can't let the child go to the factory.
"Little Grass, if we don't let him go, he'll want to go even more. Since he's going anyway, let him go. Let him see for himself what he longs for is really like. As long as he doesn't regret it, that's fine."
But Fang Xiaobao, you must remember this: once you leave, I will no longer give you living expenses, and you will have to take care of your own life from now on.
"By choosing to go to the factory, you're telling me that you've chosen to live on your own and support your family from now on."
Fang Xiaobao:? ? ?
"Okay, when are you going? How about tomorrow? Then I won't have to cook for you. I can eat whatever I want, which is great."
Mo Yan's overjoyed expression, almost like a celebration, left Fang Xiaobao somewhat bewildered.
Why is this different from what he expected?
Shouldn't his mother come over, hug him, and cry her eyes out, saying that he has finally grown up?
Why is it completely different from what he expected?
"I……"
He was about to speak when his mother excitedly exclaimed, "Okay, it's decided then. Go for it, Xiao Bao!"
Fang Xiaobao: "..."
Fang Xiaobao was sent to the factory the next day. Mo Yan prepared a quilt and some clothes for him, and then left him at the factory gate without doing anything else.
At that moment, Fang Xiaobao felt a little empty inside. Although he wanted to come to work, he felt that it wasn't what he had imagined.
He couldn't explain it, but he just felt it shouldn't be like this.
When he entered the factory, he was assigned to the mold-making area.
Sixteen doesn't count as child labor. I remember factories could hire sixteen-year-olds back then, because I've been there.
Every day, all I had to do was move the molds up and down. Those molds were very heavy, and by the end of the day, I was drenched in sweat and too tired to say a word.
When I went to the cafeteria, the food was terrible; it was all vegetarian dishes without any oil or broth.
After working for three days, Fang Xiaobao couldn't take it anymore and wanted to go home.
His classmate who came with him also couldn't hold on any longer. "Xiaobao, I want to go home."
"No, I want to persevere. I told my mom I wanted to persevere."
It turns out that nothing is easy, no matter what you do. Once you're out in the world, you're not a child anymore, and you can't look for your mother.
They were lucky; the factory was right on their doorstep, so they could always back out. But the others had to grit their teeth and persevere.
They went to inquire about the easier places, only to find out that the easier ones required a skill and a diploma.
Most of them are assigned by the school. If you want to be a workshop manager, you need an even higher degree, at least a junior college diploma.
Now they both understood that they still had to study, otherwise they would have to do manual labor.
Mo Yan thought the brat would only last a few days at most, but she didn't expect him to last the whole summer.
When she came back, she was incredibly thin, but she still had a lot of smiles on her face.
He grinned foolishly and handed over the little money he had earned to Mo Yan.
He gave all 1200 yuan to his mother, without buying food, a game console, or a cell phone.
It's supposed to be 800, but there's also 200 for food expenses.
"Mom, you're right, studying is really useful."
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