Chapter 130 A Day as a Migrant Worker
Along the way, from the quiet and somewhat desolate countryside, through the uneven and somewhat old town, and finally ride all the way from the small town into the slightly prosperous city.
Although this is a small third-tier city, the streets, pedestrians, high-rise buildings, and many merchants here are quite different from those in small rural areas.
I usually take a bus or take a taxi, and I don't even notice it.
But now sitting behind my father Li Jianping's battery car, in the cold wind, from backward to prosperous, the scene flashes before my eyes, the feeling is indeed very subtle.
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When I came to a community that had just been built, my father parked the battery car downstairs, went upstairs quickly, put down a wire, let Li Tian catch it, and charged the battery car, otherwise, there would be no way to run home at night.
After Dad got out of the car, he rubbed his hands. Although he was wearing gloves, the cold wind had been blowing for so long and he was a little frozen.
Li Tian too, although he was wearing warm shoes, but because he couldn't move while sitting, his toes and heels were cold, so he couldn't help stomping his feet. Before this work started, Li Tian had already felt the hard work of the migrant workers.
The community houses here are really beautiful, with gardens and rockeries behind them. The style of the buildings looks tall. It is more than 20 high, and the place where Dad works is the ninth floor.
Dad told Li Tian that the houses here are more expensive, and a set is less than 600,000 to 1.2 million.
I don't know if I can afford it in this lifetime?
When Li Tian heard this number, he felt a little tongue-tied, but when he saw his father's lonely face, he felt a little sad.
Dad's job is to stick floor tiles, which is more work and more reward. Therefore, Li Tian can directly follow his father Li Jianping to do it, and he doesn't need to go to see the boss specially.
and cement, then pour it on the ground, lay it flat, and put the tiles on it one by one. Dad Li Jianping held that special rubber hammer in his hand, and beat it one by one, so that each tile would be in harmony with the cement. The cement is fully glued together, and it is necessary to ensure that the height of each tile is the same. This is a technical task.
Li Tian is only responsible for laying hands, handing things, moving tiles, etc. Even so, Li Tian accidentally cut his hand, a small cut, and the cement is heavy. Fortunately, a few hours later, Li Tian was not only sweating, but his clothes were dirty, and even his palms were blisters.
Li Tian didn't show his father the blisters he made out of, for fear that he would be worried.
But Li Tian's tired appearance was seen by his father. He sighed and said, "This job is still easy, and there are more tiring jobs on the construction site. Since you have chosen to write novels, write them well. , it is best not to do this line of work, you are tired and sick when you are old."
"Mmmmmm."
Li Tian nodded.
When it was almost 11 o'clock, the owner of this household came. He was holding a car key in his hand, and his belly was slightly puffed up. He was a man, and at first glance he looked like a small boss.
"Yo, Master Li still has an apprentice?"
Although the owner of this family spoke with a smile, he did not hide the trace of contempt in his eyes. After all, the room looked dirty and messy, and it didn't match the look of his clean clothes.
"Oh, this is my son Li Tian, let him help me for a day."
Dad was a little shy in the face of this gold master, the feeling of being inferior is too obvious.
"My God, it's so big."
The gold master looked at Li Tian a few more times, but Li Tian's appearance was really down at the moment, and he even looked older than him. He didn't say much. He went to the kitchen and bathroom to have a look, and then, He walked with a clean place, and after coming out, he said again: "Well, when you're done, remember to lock the door and clean it up."
After saying that, he didn't want to wait any longer and left.