There's less work on the site, and there's nothing left。
In the morning, after smoking in front of the shed, zhang gave me a cigarette saying that the project department would be dead by next month。
I went home for dinner, dinner with my daughter-in-law, and i didn't ask much, and the kid was yelling about buying a new school bag, and said that i was in my head, and i was talking to my mouth, and i swallowed it, and i couldn't sleep at night, listening to the tv next door, and there was one thing in my head。
I can't just lie down and go to the town's labor market and chatting with a couple of living brothers. Some say i'm going to the south factory, others say i'm going to take delivery, freedom, information, even worse。
Later, i was approached by the village books, and he said that the state had a policy to deal with our situation by running free training courses in the town, teaching electricians, welders, and teaching to wear solar panels on roofs. He said that you're smart, you're quick, you're good, you're good, you're good, you're good, you're good, you're good, you're good, you're good, you're good。
I moved and went home to talk to my daughter-in-law, and she was silent, and she said, "i'll stay at home, she'll go to the kitchen, i'll look at her back and her nose is a little sour."。
The course was opened in the old classroom of the town high school, where the teacher gave a road map, spoke about safety norms, learned together, and was known in the nearby village, older than me, at first listening to the books, at night going back to study the books, slowly getting through it, when the welding started, when the fire broke out, and i felt a little panic in my heart。
On the day the certificate was taken, she had no hurry to go far away, first following a teacher in the nearby village who changed the line, installed the lights, and finished the first one。
Now, i'm working at an equipment factory in the county and i'm still dealing with electricity, the shop is clean, the shop is dry, the money is on the card every month, and the factory has insurance. We can go home on weekends, see the kids' homework, and go shopping with the wife. It seems that the days are back on the line, and although they are not the same as they used to work on dozens of floors, their feet are on the ground and their hearts are true。
Sometimes i think about the smoke in front of the shed, and sometimes i force you to walk, and it's not as strong as it used to be, but the craftsmen, like the sparks of the welding guns, have light, go anywhere, see a little road and warm their homes。
