The courtyard: the atmosphere of human life

Fortunately, Darong was not on the list of people who were laid off, because the work intensity in the crushing workshop was too high, and most of the laid-off people were in some easy and unemployed positions.

"Alas, if this batch doesn't have it, the next batch may not have it either. If you can find a job, you should plan ahead."

After the meeting, the squad leader, Master Lin, said helplessly to several people in the class.

The entire fiber factory was immersed in this depressing atmosphere that day. Many people, dissatisfied with the placement of laid-off workers, began to negotiate with the factory.

However, people like Darong, who were not on the first list of layoffs, are too cautious to make mistakes easily.

"Our factory has also started to lay off employees. Master Lin is right. It is only a matter of time before we are laid off." Darong lay in Zhong Yunxing's arms, feeling very irritable and uneasy.

We are now used to sympathizing with the difficulties faced by those born in the 1980s, but in fact, people of Darong's generation are also experiencing various hardships.

People of Darong's generation thought that they had a stable job in a state-owned factory and would be able to live a stable and good life. However, the wave of market-oriented economic reforms quietly eliminated them from the era.

"Da Rong..." After Zhong Yunxing called Da Rong, he didn't say anything for a long time.

Darong raised her head and looked at Zhong Yunxing, and saw that he was staring at the ceiling with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong?" Darong supported her body with one hand, turned Zhong Yunxing's face and made him look at her and asked.

"I didn't let you live a good life..."

"Who said I didn't live a good life? I never missed a meal or a piece of clothing. I went from 90 catties to 120 catties. What else do you want?"

Darong didn't like to see Zhong Yunxing's lost look, so she lay on his chest with her arms folded and tilted her head and said.

"It's okay. There are so many laid-off people, and everyone else is doing well. With my intelligence and talent, I can definitely find a better job. God will not let me starve to death!"

Zhong Yunxing hugged Darong and pressed her under him.

During that period, the Labor Bureau and the town government often saw people petitioning, but the trend of the times was unstoppable and kept moving forward. Darong was guarding her last shift and working diligently every day.

"Fuck, these unloaders are just doing a stupid job every day. The bags are stacked so high, how can they get the stuff on top?"

Xiao Hou, who was in the same class as Darong, took a look at the material bags in the small warehouse and came out cursing.

After hearing Xiao Hou's scolding, Darong also walked in to take a look. Indeed, the height of the stacking of such heavy material bags exceeded the normal regulations.

Because the material bags are relatively heavy, there is usually an agreed-upon standard line for stacking them, and they are generally not stacked too high. However, this batch was clearly stacked higher than the height of two material bags.

"It is indeed a bit over the limit. Maybe we have a new person here? Maybe he has no experience. Let's be more careful when loading the truck later."

After Darong came out, she simply said a few words to comfort Xiao Hou, and then the two of them went to make preparations before work.

Darong is working the night shift today. Their shift consists of three groups of six people. Darong and Xiaohou are a pair. The two of them use a flatbed cart to pull the material bags from the small warehouse, and then go to the crusher to unpack and feed the materials.

In the first half of the night, everyone was still energetic and didn't feel it was hard to work. But in the second half of the night, people's mental and physical strength began to gradually decline.

Around two o'clock in the morning, Darong and Xiaohou took a short rest and went into the small warehouse again to get materials. Darong went in first, and before Xiaohou could go in, a bag of materials on the top floor suddenly rolled down with a loud bang.

"Sister Rong!" Xiao Hou looked at the bags of ingredients at the back and called out "Da Rong", then he pulled the cart that was blocking the door a long distance away.

Although Darong responded and ran out, human reaction speed is not as fast as the rolling speed of the food bag. Before Darong ran out of the door, one of her legs was hit hard by the food bag.

Xiao Hou rushed over quickly. Although he was skinny and weak, he managed to lift the 400-jin bag of ingredients with one hand. Darong took the opportunity to pull out her legs.

But her face was so pale that she couldn't even stand up.

"Sister Rong, how are you?" Xiao Hou squatted on the ground looking at Da Rong and did not dare to move her easily.

At this time, Master Lin and the others had already gathered around.

"Rongzi, how are you?" Everyone gathered around Darong and no one dared to move her.

"My legs, there's nothing wrong with me except my legs..." Darong said in a low voice, suppressing a strong feeling of nausea.

"Are you feeling sick?" Master Lin asked quickly as he looked at Darong's expression.

Darong felt that she no longer had the energy to say anything more and just nodded slightly.

"Then don't move. The bone must be broken. Don't dislocate it. Dislocation will cause more trouble."

Master Lin told Darong not to move, and arranged for someone to go to the factory duty room to get a car to take Darong to the hospital.

One of Darong's lower legs was broken in three sections, and there was a fracture on her ankle bone. By the time Zhong Yunxing arrived, Darong had already finished the X-rays and was waiting for her family to sign for hospitalization.

Zhong Yunxing rushed over from the construction site, covered in dust and sweat. When he arrived at the hospital, his face was so bruised that he was unrecognizable.

"Da Rong..." Zhong Yunxing squatted beside the wheelchair and called out to Da Rong.

The moment Darong, who had been gritting her teeth and persevering, opened her eyes and saw Zhong Yunxing, tears suddenly burst out.

Darong buried her head in Zhong Yunxing's arms and cried loudly without restraint. At that moment, Darong seemed to have cried out all the depression and grievances of these years. She clutched Zhong Yunxing's clothes tightly, completely ignoring the crowd passing by.

Zhong Yunxing stood still and let Darong's tears soak his clothes, gently soothing her trembling shoulders.

It was not until Darong was finally tired of crying and slowly raised her head that Zhong Yunxing forced out a gentle smile. Her sparkling white teeth formed a sharp contrast with her cheeks covered in sweat and mud.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

One word from Zhong Yunxing was worth more than thousands of sweet words of lofty ambitions. Although what he could give her was not much, it was all he had.

When the postman from the factory went to deliver a letter to Darong's mother, Ruyi was doing her homework in the house. After hearing the news that Darong was injured, she got on her bicycle and rushed to the hospital.

Darong's mother only took a moment to lock the door and was unable to catch up with Ruyi.

When Ruyi arrived at the hospital, she happened to see Darong lying in Zhong Yunxing's arms and crying loudly. She had never heard Darong cry so aggrievedly. She just stood there hesitantly, not daring to step forward for a long time.