Jean Love

For a while, there was no suitable job for him. Our factory generally does not recruit people, and he is not suitable for recruiting people. One of him has some difficulties in verbal communication, and the other, he does not have an ID card. He didn't do it when he was young, saying that at this age, he probably didn't need it much.Now it is useful, but if not, it is too late to do it.

The landlord uncle is very enthusiastic, chatting with my father, one speaks half Cantonese and half Mandarin, and the other speaks half dialect and half Mandarin, two uncles of different languages, talking for a long time, making gestures for a long time, expressive, but able to communicate.

"This uncle will take me to see the job tomorrow." That night, my father was beaming with joy.

"Which uncle?" My brother and I were curious.

"Uncle Landlord."

"Oh, then it's okay. Just come out, don't trust others casually, and don't ask them to help you find something to do when you see someone. You can rest here, help the mother deliver the child, sweep the floor, collect the dishes, and don't Pointing at you to make money, working part-time is very hard, don’t think it’s very comfortable.” The younger brother was more straightforward, and he helped me say this.

"Boy, you must find something to do. You only come here to eat. Look at how high your mother's mouth is."

"You talk about yourself, it's none of my business." When the mother heard the father's teasing, she burst into a smile. They had been bickering all their lives, and sometimes they would joke a little bit. The father laughed and the mother laughed.

The landlord uncle introduced several jobs to my father, one as a nursery handyman. My father went to see it. I couldn’t communicate with the language, and it was too complicated. My father couldn’t do it. He introduced some security jobs. A regular company needs an ID card. My father didn't have one. Small-scale enterprises can do without an ID card, but there was still a language problem. After running for a few days in a blink of an eye, to no avail, my father became listless, dejected, and lost energy.My father said, "Forget it, I'd better go back and forget it."

"Take your time, you didn't say when you came down that you had to go to work."

"I'm sorry!"

"Whispering, eat your son and daughter-in-law's food, why don't you feel bad about it."

A few days later, a fellow villager who had known me for a long time but rarely interacted with her opened a small factory near our company and took her father to find me a place to rent. Qian Er, I asked my father if he would like to go to work. They are all from his hometown, and there is no language barrier.

"Okay, okay." A smiling face spread out, like a withered chrysanthemum blooming in water.

In the end, I only did it for seven and a half days. For various reasons, my father didn't want to go.

I know a little bit, it is a waste collection factory, it is miscellaneous, messy and cumbersome, and the most important thing is that I am worried that it will not be good for my health. Seeing my father carrying a plastic bucket to our factory to take a shower after get off work every day, his body is filthy, I feel a dull pain in my heart.

On the night of the eighth day, when the old village proprietress sent the wages to her father, she said regretfully, "My fellow countrymen, we will try our best to meet your requirements, and others will do the same. Some of them have been working for several years. , didn’t say anything, you’re not happy with what you’re doing, and if you really want to leave, we have no choice but to give you the salary for the past few days, a total of…, an integer.” Very straightforward, very straightforward, a little bit regretful.

My father's second job was found by himself. It was less than 10 minutes' walk away from our rented apartment. That afternoon, when I was working, he came to the factory to look for me: "Maoya, I found a factory below. , you go and help me see."

"Is the factory looking for someone?"

"I've been there many times. At first I said no, then I said I needed an ID card. I went again today. The lady boss told me to go to work tomorrow and try it."

I put down the work at hand and looked at my father with admiration, this perseverance, okay.

It was a very small workshop-style carton factory. On the side of the road, there was a long sound tile room with a large iron door closed. There were less than ten workers inside, old and young, women and children, that beautiful little house. The girl is the daughter of the proprietress, alive and kicking. The workers probably come from the same place and speak with a similar accent.

I stood for a while and looked around. There were two paper cutting machines in the empty workshop, and several piles of cut paper piled up in the corner, like hills.Someone is sorting the paper, someone is loading and unloading the paper. Inside a machine, a young woman, dressed in black, is scribing and cutting a complete piece of paper with a focused expression.

"Miss Boss, this is my child, my second son. I'll bring him over to have a look, and you guys get to know him." The father walked up behind the young woman and expressed his meaning in awkward Mandarin.

The woman turned around without saying a word, but nodded and greeted her with a facial expression.

"Hi, are you the lady boss here?" I asked.

"Well, yes, hello." The proprietress was still calm.

"My father has come to your place several times. He told me that you asked him to start work tomorrow. He was very happy, but he couldn't speak Mandarin well. He was worried that he might not understand some of the details you explained, so he asked me to come and have a look. "

"Oh, it's nothing. It's very simple. It's just stacking paper. Sometimes I help the cutter to hold the paper. I go to work at 07 o'clock every morning. It's best to arrive at the factory at 30:[-]. I work eight hours a day and basically don't work overtime at night. , Sometimes I need to work overtime on Saturdays to catch the goods, and I will notify you in advance. The salary is [-] per month, including food. It is not very convenient for us to live here. Your father said that he has a place to live, so we will not arrange it. "

"He doesn't have an ID card, is that okay?" I said bluntly.

"It doesn't matter much. I originally asked for a copy of the ID card, but seeing how many times he came, forget it, give him a try. Our salary here is paid at the end of each month. If you do enough A little more will be added every six months, and if you resign without reason, you will have to deduct the money.” The proprietress is also very frank.

"If you do it for half a year, if you don't do it for half a year, your salary will be deducted." I told my father.

"Okay, I think this job is okay, and it's not hard, so it's okay." The father was very straightforward, in front of the proprietress.

We also talked about some details. The proprietress said a lot of precautions, but the last sentence is actually very simple, the work is very simple, and the system is very simple.I mainly ask her to take care of her, because my father lacks language communication.

"It's nothing. Once you get used to it, you'll understand the language. There are not many people." generation.

I took another serious look at the factory building and opened the side door. There was a piece of wasteland next to it, overgrown with weeds. A gust of wind blew in, and the air was fresh and cool. The workers inside were unhurried and orderly.

"How is it? Is it okay?" On the way back, my father stood side by side with me, rubbing the palms together a few times, with a happy expression on his face.

"It's not bad. This job should be possible. First, it doesn't need to stay up all night. Second, the air here is good, and the work itself is not harmful to the body. Third, it's very close to us, so you don't have to go to work. You can come back anytime..." I said.

"As I said, I will always find it. Look, didn't I find it myself? Hi!" Father was still enthusiastic.

For several days in a row, my father got up early in the morning, and my father was immersed in his own excitement, overflowing on his face, and showing it in some subtle behaviors. If he didn't work overtime at night, he would bring one or two colleagues over. I bought Beer, greet people. "This is Master Li, and this is Master Hu, who treated me very well in the factory." Father introduced.

"Thank you for your attention." I refill their drinks.

"It's easy to do, your father is too polite, you don't need to be so polite."

The next day, he brought another old man who was about the same age as himself, and came and went. The old man was a fellow of the boss's wife. He looked honest and friendly, but in fact he looked around, hiding his knife in his smile, and said insincerely. This is my personal possibility. With a very strong prejudiced perception, I always feel that something is not right. I really want to remind my father that making friends does not happen overnight. You need to take your time. If you are too enthusiastic, the consequences will be embarrassing. , So, when the guests came, I went to buy wine.

Later, he disappeared, and more than ten days later, my father's enthusiasm dissipated, and he began to be listless and preoccupied. When he came back at night, he heard his father complaining from time to time: "That kid, he is a bit skilled, always He calls me here and there like a slave." "That old dog is not a good thing either, he always complains to the proprietress, saying that I am lazy and weak, using their native dialect, thinking that I don't know, from Jiangxi, I can understand part of what they said, what a big deal, I won't do it at worst." The father was very aggrieved.

"Dad, is it hard?" I asked.

"The work is not very hard. The few people over there seem to be very remarkable, and they all look down on me."