At this time of year, the autumn weather in Beijing is crisp and the weather is neither cold nor hot, just perfect for traveling. This year, there is only four days between the Mid-Autumn Festival and the National Day. The two festivals almost collide, and there are not many opportunities like this. Originally, Chinese people came to the south.
Migration to the north is common, and with the addition of these tourist crowds, the Ministry of Railways is so happy that their buttocks are blooming. Those in the south run north, those in the north rush south, those in the east want to go to the west to see new things, and those in the west want to go to the eastern coast.
Good experience. The Chinese people seem to be going crazy. The Chinese people seem to have nowhere to spend their money. They are making full use of these days to carry out a large-scale migration across the country.
When Zhang Hengu saw these people in a hurry, he still couldn't understand. It would be nice to have a drink at home if you can afford it. Instead of people with large and small bags squeezing back and forth in the car, you can't hold on until you are full. He heard it with his own ears.
For those who have seen the story of squeezing an old lady into a photo, the person who told this story patted his chest and said that it was definitely what he saw with his own eyes, and it was definitely not a folk tale or a legend in online news.
As a foreigner, Zhang Hengu doesn't understand things about Chinese people. As a Chinese, Big Eye Feng and other migrant workers also don't understand. But they are different from Zhang Hengu, because they all experience it personally. Every Spring Festival
When traveling, they also have to carry large and small bags, risking being photographed, just to go home to see their parents and children, sleep with women for a few nights, and then brave the crowds again.
The danger of being photographed came back, and he began his life of selling his youth and physical strength.
Zhang Hengu doesn’t understand these Chinese people, and Big Eyed Feng doesn’t understand Zhang Hengu either. As a foreigner, do you have to go to China to work? You know, the Dai Gang is tens of thousands of miles away from Beijing, just by plane.
You have to go to Hong Kong first and then to Beijing. How much is the toll alone? Besides, if you want to go abroad to work, you should start with a new perspective. No matter which country you go to, you shouldn’t go to China? It is said that you can earn money by washing dishes in the United States in one day.
With a few thousand dollars, you can live a well-off life on welfare. If you were a big-eyed Feng, you would have gone to the United States and lived a life like paradise.
Zhang Hengu explained it to them many times, but Big Eyed Feng just didn't believe it. Every time he mentioned this, Zhang Hengu had to make meaningless explanations: When they came to China, they didn't need to apply for a visa and take a plane at all, they just took a plane.
It only takes a few hours by boat or mountain climbing to enter China. Then take a car to Kunming and find a way to get on the train. You can see the legendary *** in just a few days of dreaming. About
Big-eyed Feng has never been able to understand this. He can enter China without applying for a visa or taking a plane. If this is the case, wouldn’t those uncles of the People’s Liberation Army stationed at the border have become grandfathers of the People’s Liberation Army? Can’t they hear that?
Can't see it?
It’s not a bad thing to understand, or not to understand, anyway, people like Zhang Hengu and Zhang Hengu are living around me, speaking Mandarin that is better than myself, and doing the work of serving the people of Beijing.
How the People's Liberation Army maintains border defense has nothing to do with these migrant workers. Now all they can do is work.
Today's work is still digging holes.
Tongtong once said to Big-Eyed Feng more than once: "Do you think you have the ability to do something else? Try something new and have some energy while doing it. All you have to do is dig holes and ditches all day long. If you can really dig out some treasures, it will be great."
It's a bit interesting, but I can't even dig out a broken bowl! It's really boring."
"Hey, it's useless to talk so much nonsense. Work hard and make more money. Then go to bed at night. Didn't you say there is a pretty young model on Qingnian Road?" Zhong Hui said.
"Go away, there are young models on Qingnian Road, and there are young models even in Zhoukoudian." Big-eyed Feng swung the shovel and said, "Even if there is a half-beautiful woman, the director will let her go within half a minute of being cooked."
After sleeping, you still want to find a young model?"
"That's not necessarily true. There are quite a few female directors nowadays." Tongtong was very dissatisfied with Big Eyed Feng's statement. Didn't this obviously shatter his hopes?
"Well... that's true, but there are quite a lot of young male models nowadays." Zhonghui's words made everyone laugh.
Big-eyed Feng said: "You guys are just uneducated. Let me tell you. This is called market economy in China. Do you understand? If there is demand, there will be a market. Male directors look for female models, and female directors look for male models."
That’s all necessary.”
Zhang Hengu interjected and said: "It seems that to be a man these days, you have to be a director. When looking for a wife, you can't look for a model."
Tongtong said: "You're done as soon as you say this. I only listened to the first half of your sentence, and it seems that you still have some cultural taste. But after listening to the second half, it's over, and you are a big boss."
Zhang Hengu said unconvinced: "Forget it, do you think you are more literate than me?"
"This has nothing to do with how literate you are? Hey, I'm talking about Lao Gu, you said this director slept with a model, who took advantage?" Zhong Hui asked.
Zhang Hengu only used his guns on his own bed. Of course he had never been to Qingnian Road, and he didn’t know what young model they were talking about. When the Central Committee asked him this, he could only say matter-of-factly: "Who is the actor the director sleeps with?"
It’s hard to explain why it’s more advantageous. If the director is older, it’s the woman’s pleasure. If the man is too old to be useful, it’s the man’s pleasure.”
"Haha, I didn't expect you, a foreigner, to be able to speak Beijing dialect so well. They say you are uneducated, but in fact you are quite smart for not having a brain." Tongtong said and made a gesture of touching his head.
, fortunately Zhang Hengu didn’t see it.
Zhang Hengu didn't know where to praise him, so he pointed to his head and asked: "Where? Are you smarter by learning to speak or by watching the director?"
When Tongtong wanted to change the topic, he quickly brought it back. While working, he gestured with the iron drill and said: "Directors are generally old, and most of them are definitely not good. If anyone is good, it must be Mr. Edison Chen.
.Tell me why so many actresses are involved with him. If this guy didn’t have special abilities, no one would believe him."
"Yes, you think it's strange. How can a person named Xie endure it? This boy named Xie is really not an ordinary person."
"Maybe Teacher Xie is sleeping with someone else..."
What they were working on today was a civil air defense project, and the ditch was not too deep. About ten people stood in the ditch, hunched over, still more than two meters away from the ground. When they looked outside, they could only see a patch of blue sky above their heads.
Just like the frog in the idiom of sitting in a well and looking at the sky. Pedestrians coming and going above can see their silhouettes just by peeking their heads.
Just as they were having a heated discussion, a huge stone suddenly rolled down from above and hit the place where Zhang Hengu was standing!
careful!
Tongtong shouted and kicked Zhang Hengu aside. The big stone falling from the sky fell on the iron drill Tongtong was holding, and the iron drill broke immediately with a scream.
Zhang Hengu had no idea that he had just walked through the gate of hell. He only felt a pain in his back and asked Tongtong to kick him aside. He began to think that someone was joking with him, so he got up cursing and saw the sticker behind him.
The stone fell down on my butt, and my face suddenly turned green.
"You're lucky, kid." Big-eyed Feng's face darkened, and he pulled Zhang Hengu up.
Tongtong tried hard to pull out half of the wooden handle, but there was no movement after pulling three times.
This stone weighs at least three to four hundred kilograms. It would be strange if it fell on Zhang Hengu and turned into a meat pie.
Zhang Hengu was originally full of energy, but after thinking about what happened just now, he was afraid that his legs would immediately become weak.
Oh my god, this is Beijing. Where did such a big stone come from? Besides, how could such a big stone fall out of thin air?
"You are so lucky." Big-eyed Feng patted Zhang Hengu on the shoulder and said, "You are going to be unlucky. We have all worked hard in the past few months, and all the money we earned has to be bought for you.
I'll buy you a drink later. You didn't die, and we didn't suffer any loss."
"Sky burials are popular over there, and they don't use coffins." Zhang Hengu grinned and tried to look like he was about to smile. But he couldn't laugh at such a serious consequence. If it hadn't been for that moment with him just now, maybe he would have
Now he is lying in the crematorium and there is no need to go to the morgue.
Big-eyed Feng paid attention to the big stone again and said: "I won't do the work today. Today Zhang hates Gu's fate and is at the mercy of Tongtong. From now on, Tongtong will give it to me if he doesn't like it."
Kick it hard - go to Dashilan to find some snacks for me to treat later. Thank you Tongtong for your life-saving grace, and I congratulate you on surviving the catastrophe."
"Damn it, which kid brought down the stone? Brother Yan, we have to investigate this?"
Tongtong's words reminded everyone, and they all picked up the guy and jumped onto the ground.
It stands to reason that when they were constructing, roadblocks were set up on both sides of the road to prevent relevant vehicles and personnel from passing by. Occasionally, there were people riding bicycles and motorcycles. Regardless of the roadblocks and construction instructions, they had already hid when they saw the big potholes because they were afraid.
It fell far away from the ditch. How could someone drop such a big stone?
The time now is just after nine o'clock in the morning. Although the rush hour for work has just passed, there are still many pedestrians on the road. Some of these people are passing by and some are residents of nearby communities. But it is impossible for anyone to carry such a big stone and throw it.
At this point, not to mention these ordinary people, it is impossible even for such strong men. Without mechanical power, if you want to move this big stone, it is estimated that only the flower monk Lu Zhishen can do it through time travel to modern times.
"Uncle, have you seen anyone pushing rocks into the ditch?" Big-eyed Feng asked the passers-by nearby.
All the passers-by looked down at the stone and shook their heads. Their expressions were more inexplicable than sympathy.
"Could it be a stone flying down from the sky? That's a fucking comet. It should fall into the planetarium." Big-eyed Feng said gloomily.
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