It is fastened with a buckle and speaks in its mouth.

"This work is not difficult. I made 26 bags in one afternoon. If I come here to work in the morning, I can make 50 bags in a day. Each bag costs 1 cent. My daily salary is 50 cents!"

That’s 15 yuan a month.”

"Hey, you can count pretty fast! What's your education level?"

"junior high school."

"It turns out I graduated from junior high school, no wonder it happened so quickly. You forgot to mention something. You must have one day off every week. Four days off a month."

"Then I can spread out these four days' work evenly."

"Haha, wait for you to say this in a few days. Go to the north wall. There is a white line drawn on the ground. This is the boundary where you and Ma Erbao stack sacks. When he comes tomorrow, you can work with him.

Work. How to divide the specific results of labor? You two will decide it tomorrow."

Zhou Wenzhong looked at the clearing she mentioned, and then asked: "Can't I do it myself?"

"Do it yourself? Let's talk if you can lift the sacks. Do you think this job is easy? You'll know when you stack them up. I guess neither you nor Ma Erbao can do it. The more you stack them up,

, the harder it is!”

Zhou Wenzhong looked at the mountain of sacks next to him and gave up on his previous idea. He then looked at the way other people were stacking sacks in pairs and climbing up and down in coordination with each other.

"If you want to drink water, there are thermos bottles on the table at the door. They are all boiled water. Remember to get an enamel jar."

"I can not afford it."

Zhang Xiufang did not continue the topic and helped Zhou Wenzhong tie the rope.

"There are 25 bags in total. The remaining half of the bags will be put away for now and will be weighed tomorrow. You can pull these sacks back and stack them horizontally so that I can keep track of them. Be sure not to put them vertically."

"knew."

Zhou Wenzhong grabbed the sack and placed it on a thin wooden board, then bent down and pulled it towards the position just mentioned, and there was a stinging sound...

Looking at the lined sacks, Zhou Wenzhong gasped, reached into his arms, took out the bowl from the space, walked to the door, took the rattan thermos and poured a bowl of warm water, rinsed his mouth first, and moved aside

I vomited it on the ground, and then drank two bowls of it.

"belch……"

He poured out some more water to rinse the bowl and poured the water on the ground. He straightened his waist, stretched his arms and legs, put his hands on his lower back, and twisted around with his belly held out.

Sitting next to him was a regular employee of the grain station, a middle-aged woman in her 40s who looked at Zhou Wenzhong's behavior with some amusement.

"Are you going to be a member of the cultural troupe? Are you here to perform?"

Zhou Wenzhong glanced at her and said, "My back hurts!"

"Haha, your back hurts? Do you know where your waist is at such a young age? You still have back pain. Hahaha..."

These old ladies scared Zhou Wenzhong so much that he ran away.

"Take advantage of me! Bah."

As soon as he ran back to his workstation, Zhang Xiufang came over from a distance holding a notebook. Zhou Wenzhong put the bowl back into the space and opened his palms to pinch the worn dead skin on it.

"hiss……"

"You can wear gloves before working."

"Does the grain station distribute gloves?"

"Of course I won't send it out, I will prepare it myself."

"Oh, I can't afford it."

Zhang Xiufang handed over the notebook and a pencil, and Zhou Wenzhong took a look at the numbers in the box above.

"Look at it, I've written it down for you, right? No problem, just sign your name and your salary won't be paid until the 10th of every month. You just came to work today, which happens to be the 31st, and it will be paid to you on the 10th of next month.

Twenty-five cents."

"It doesn't matter if you give me less money. Anyway, the money won't fall into my hands in the end."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Wenzhong signed his name like a dragon and a phoenix, occupying three frames.

Zhang Xiufang frowned and looked at the words on it, and said angrily: "Can't you write well? If you write like this, I won't be able to use as many notebooks as you want!"

"Won't!"

"If you don't know how to write smaller characters, just carve a seal. Forget it! I already know, you can't afford it."

"Isn't it just a notebook? It will be deducted from my salary next month. It doesn't matter!"

Zhang Xiufang was so angry that she no longer knew what to say.

"Can I go home from get off work?"

"Arrange your clothes, shake off your exposed face. If you have pockets, turn them over. If there is no problem, you can leave."

Zhou Wenzhong untied his cotton-padded jacket and gave her a look, then lifted up his cotton trousers and exposed his ankles as a gesture.

"No problem. Remember to come at 8:30 tomorrow morning. If you come early, the door will not open."

"Don't worry. I've never been in the habit of arriving early."

Zhou Wenzhong shook his head coolly, then left the warehouse and walked towards the door.
Chapter completed!