Chapter 690 It’s great to be alive

after get off work.

When the miners ascended the shaft and came to the surface, it was as if they had been reborn.

At 3:00 in the afternoon, when Luo Xuan and his group stepped out of the kiln entrance, everyone looked at the yellow sun in the sky.

Everyone felt as if they had just stepped into the earthly world again from the netherworld.

Breathing in the sharp cold wind and the fresh smog coming out of the chimneys.

Everyone sighed secretly in their hearts: It’s so good to be alive!

Every time the miners went up to the well, someone would greet them at the wellhead: the person in charge of the canteen.

——He had to count the miners’ food consumption in their net bags.

Other miners basically didn't do much in their net pockets. They only opened half a package of fried rice, or tore off half of a piece of naan bread.

As for the remaining half, it is impossible to return it.

The miners would take the half of the cake down the mine to eat on their next trip down the mine.

This is not because the portions of the naan bread at the canteen are large, but because no one wants to have the luxury of eating a whole naan bread at once.

——That is equivalent to eating the miners’ own flesh and blood!

But this time, when the person in charge of the canteen counted Luo Xuan's net bag, he couldn't help but be surprised: Damn it, this guy!

The person in charge raised his head and looked at Luo Xuan blankly.

"What? Does your meat hurt from eating?"

Luo Xuan, whose face was dark, grinned like a grinning black-faced old man: "Are you not allowed to eat?"

The person in charge of the canteen clearly twitched his cheeks a few times, "You love to eat! As long as it's within the share of the debt given to you by the mine, you can eat as much as you like."

After Luo Xuan signed the sales form, turned around and walked away.

The person in charge spat: "This Luo Da Bang! You are just a fool. The money you spend working in the wells for a day is not enough to fill your hole!"

A group of exhausted miners, as if they were dead and not alive, supported each other and walked towards the canteen of the coal mine.

in the middle,

All the miners, whether they are veterans or newcomers, are all doing the same thing: spitting, picking their noses, and picking their ears.

The old phlegm spit out is sticky, like well-mixed cement mortar.

What was dug out from the nostrils were piles of black slime.

It is estimated that if all the black and indescribable things dug out by this group of miners were gathered together.

If you beat a few pieces of briquettes, there probably won't be any problem.

Everyone's ears, nostrils, and hair were covered with layers of black slime and black soot.

It’s simply endless and I can’t clean it up!

along the way,

They were all sounds of "bah" and "ha tui", one after another, never ending.

Everyone is dirty, so don't look down on anyone.

The coal mine does provide hot water for the miners to wash themselves.

But by this time, many new miners had listened to the experience of the old miners, and none of them were willing to pay for water to wash their faces.

"Comrade, please bring two basins of hot water!"

Luo Xuan shouted, "It's all on my account!"

The old man in the boiler room in the cafeteria must also have connections in the mines, so he was able to get this lucrative job that could earn him the cost of the coffin.

When the old man heard Luo Xuan shouting, he smoked the smoke and asked: "You are all black, like potatoes just taken out of the fire, roasted to a dark black! Who can tell who you are?"

,What number?"

Luo Xuan took out the number plate from his neck and showed it to him, "No. 67021829."

After every miner arrived at the Doujiapan Coal Mine, they no longer had their own names, only a wooden sign with a number engraved on it.

The old man looked at the numbers on the number plate, then turned back to the house to get a pen and write it down in his notebook.

Then he took out two porcelain sugar basins from the shelf and filled two basins of hot water for Luo Xuan.

After washing his face, Luo Xuanzhu stood at the end of the queue of miners for meals and slowly entered the canteen.

This afternoon in the cafeteria, the scene from yesterday was repeated: all the miners followed the barriers in the passage and lined up to enter the cafeteria one by one to eat.

The windows are still the same, and the food has not changed much.

But this time, the miners learned their lesson: they all crowded into the queue at window No. 1.

Nowadays, everyone only dares to break the chaff that has not been sifted cleanly, and even has small pebbles. It is a free meal specially provided for the miners.

Everyone no longer dares to go to window 2 or window 3 to get food.

The miners who had just gotten off work were very hungry.

One by one, they were carrying rice bowls, like hungry wolves who had not eaten for a long time. Everyone was eager to shovel the yellow rice into their mouths.

"Ni Ma! Is this thing for people to eat?"

A miner was eating rice in his mouth, and his tongue was running around in his mouth, as if he was looking for something, "Ah! There is so much sand in the mud."

There is a miner's tooth next to it, which is not good to begin with.

At this time, only a "click" sound was heard. The miner stretched out two fingers and took out a fallen tooth from his mouth: "This meal is really uneatable! It knocked out all my teeth."

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"Maimaipi!"

Brother Zeng also scolded: "There is a lot of sand in the rice. We can make do with it if we eat it slower. What a dog! This dish has no oil or salt. How can we eat it with rice!"

The person in charge of window No. 1 in the dining hall is obviously familiar with this situation.

The man banged the vegetable basin and sneered: "Want something delicious? Window No. 2 sells braised pork noodles today. Window No. 3 sells stewed vegetables, white rice, and big white steamed buns. You should go and eat it!"

"Want to have a good meal? I also have spicy oil and fermented bean curd here."

The face of the person in charge, as well as the tone of his words, were full of contempt: "You guys come here and buy it! One by one. You don't have a penny with you, and you still want to eat stir-fried vegetables?"

"Look at that little brother."

The person in charge of window No. 1 pointed at Luo Xuan, "Miner No. 67021829, he is willing to eat a stew! Does the oily pork belly, sauerkraut, potatoes and vermicelli taste good? You are reluctant to spend money, you are complaining.

Who’s coming?”

The man was raging sarcastically, and the miners eating in the canteen did not dare to say a word.

Jian Teng endured the pain in his throat and forcefully swallowed the yellow rice in his mouth, "Brother Luo Dabang, if you eat like this, not only will you not get your wages at the end of the month, but you will also owe the coal mine. Brother.

, bear with it, you still have to save some money."

Brother Zeng also felt sorry for Luo Xuan about money: "Brother Luo Dabang, although we have entered a black coal mine, we must be careful and economize. Otherwise, we may not be able to get out of this coal mine in our lives."

Luo Xuan asked them: "Do you think no matter how frugal we are and how hard we work, we can really get out of this coal mine?"

The two fellow villagers were surprised: "What do you mean? Luo Xuan, can you explain it to us in detail?"

"You go get a better meal first and recover your strength before we talk."

Luo Xuan said, "Don't be so frugal! The money you saved actually ended up feeding the black-hearted wolf."

Jian Teng and Brother Zeng looked at each other.

After all, he listened to Luo Xuan's words, got up and went to get another stew, and came back with white rice.

However, when they went to prepare meals, they still did not forget to tell the chefs in the kitchen not to serve them so-called "high-quality stews".

The reason why Luo Xuan asked them to change the food in the basin was actually a test of whether they believed in him or not.

After all, it costs almost 2 yuan to buy such a meal.

When facing money, it can most test a person's trust in himself.

Seeing Jian Teng and Brother Zeng pass the test.

Luo Xuan said: "I want to ask you a few questions. First, do you think if we work hard in this mine and save everything, how much money can we save to go home at the end of the year?"

"About 6 or 70 yuan."

Brother Zeng replied: "If you can save so much, it's probably as high as the sky."

Luo Xuan nodded: "In three years, we have saved 200 yuan. But after these three years of working, do you think our bodies will become useless? Will we get pneumoconiosis, which can never be cured?"

"Probably."

Brother Zeng's expression began to become serious, "For the sake of 200 yuan, I will turn myself into a useless person and become a burden to my family from now on. This is impossible!"

Luo Xuan continued in a low voice: "And only if we don't encounter roof collapse, landslides, gas or other things within these three years can we get the 200 yuan safely."
To be continued...