In an electronics factory, the working hours are from 8 am to 8 pm, and if you work overtime, it can go until 10 pm or later. Every day, you're under bright fluorescent lights, looking at tiny electronic parts. The monthly salary is 950 yuan, and if you work overtime, it's 6 yuan per hour.
The factory has a canteen. The food is so-so, but at least it's cheap. A meal costs five yuan and includes both meat and vegetables. Even minced meat is still meat, right?
In 2005, this price was quite good, as mobile phones at that time were still either candybar or flip phones.
Mo Yan had lunch with her colleagues at noon.
"Mo Yan, are you going home for Labor Day? It's been five years since you've been home, hasn't it?"
Going home? Of course.
"Yes." Mo Yan didn't hesitate at all; she didn't even know where her little one was.
"Then you should apply quickly, or there won't be any spots left."
Upon hearing this, Mo Yan went to the manager and told him that she wanted to take a vacation.
The manager approved a two-week leave, and only then did Mo Yan realize that the original owner hadn't taken a vacation in five years. It's really... I don't know what to say, but I can understand it. It's all for making money. What's the point of working yourself to the bone if not to make more money?
She worked until 6:30 in the afternoon. Since she didn't have to work overtime, Mo Yan ate lunch and went back to lie down to catch up on the plot.
The original owner was a factory worker, and her husband worked in another factory. The couple had been working away from home for ten years to earn money to build a house back in their hometown and provide a better life for their child. But when they returned, they discovered that their child had been lost by their mother-in-law, and the money had been used to build a house for their brother-in-law. The couple ended up with nothing.
The original owner naturally didn't believe it. She went back and reported it to the police, only to find out that her daughter had been given away when she was ten years old.
After searching for many years, they finally found their daughter, who was already married, but died in childbirth.
The original owner, enraged, also followed.
And now is the year my daughter was given away, so there's still time.
The original owner hoped to go home with her husband and live a good life with her daughter.
Mo Yan: "..."
Going home is fine, taking my daughter is fine, but I don't want that man anymore.
Mo Yan went directly to the manager, who was still a bit puzzled.
"Mo Yan, what's wrong?"
"Manager, I want to resign." She has to resign right now.
The original owner and that man made remittances once a year, so this year's money hasn't been sent back yet. It's a good thing it hasn't, otherwise Mo Yan wouldn't even have travel expenses.
The original owner and that man firmly believed that their mother-in-law could help them save money, but in the end, their daughter was gone, and so was their money.
"What's wrong? You've been a long-time employee, it would be a shame to leave now."
"It's a pity, but I miss my child at home. I have to go back and see her. It's been five years. She should be ten years old by now."
Back home, there were only landline phones, so there was no way to make video calls. That's why the original owner didn't discover it. It was also because the original owner was foolish and trusted that mother-in-law too much.
"Okay, but if you leave and come back, you'll be a new employee, and you won't get a raise or anything like that. We're going to be giving out raises soon."
The original owner didn't go back because he heard that there would be a pay raise recently.
"It's okay, the child is important, money can be earned anytime."
The original owner always felt that the future was long and that he needed to earn money first so that he could be respected if he owned a house. But in the end, he had nothing.
"Alright then, I'll write the report for you."
"Okay, can I manage this quickly?"
"Okay, I'll keep an eye on it for you."
The next day, Mo Yan resigned, went to the finance department to collect her money, and checked her text messages to see that she still had 8,000 yuan in her account.
That's really rare.
Following her memory, Mo Yan found her cheap husband's factory.
The husband's name is Zhou Yan. He works in a wood factory, also handling machinery, and earns about three thousand yuan a month.
"Honey, you have the day off today?"
"Give me your salary card, I need to go back to see the kids."
Without a word, Zhou Yan gave the money to Mo Yan. "Didn't you say you were getting a raise and wouldn't be going back?"
"I miss my daughter, is that not allowed?" Mo Yan looked directly at him and noticed that the man seemed a little guilty.
Seeing that Mo Yan didn't speak but just stared straight at him, Zhou Yan felt a little guilty and quickly tried to explain.
"No, I was thinking that if we earn more money, we can build a house at home sooner, so that our daughter can visit us whenever she comes back."
"By the time we make money, who knows when it will be? If you're not going back, I'll go back by myself. We've made over 100,000 yuan in the past few years, and I'm going back to look at buying a house."
In the first two years after they arrived, their combined salary was only 2,500 yuan, and they saved 20,000 yuan. In those two years, they were able to save 50,000 yuan a year, which totaled 140,000 yuan.
The original owner had kept all the records in a little notebook, along with various remittance slips. It has to be said that to save so much money, the original owner definitely never went out to play; it was all about working and overtime. Working like crazy.
If it were an ordinary young girl, she would have spent all of 1,500 yuan a month on food, but the original owner of this body didn't. She saved it all. She didn't spend a single penny more than necessary, and all her clothes were factory uniforms.
Hearing this, Zhou Yan felt even more guilty and didn't dare to look Mo Yan in the eye.
"This money..."
"Alright, I'm leaving now. I just wanted to let you know."
Mo Yan took his card and checked it; there was 15,000 yuan in junk money, so it seemed this year's payment hadn't been given yet. As for the rest, she could deal with it when she got back; she wasn't in a hurry.
Mo Yan bought a plane ticket and flew back that afternoon. When she arrived at the airport, she didn't wait for the bus, but hired a car for 50 yuan to take her directly to the village entrance.
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