When I code words in front of the computer, my wife always sits next to me and reads my words quietly. My wife thus became the first reader of my text. Watching me type out stories on the keyboard, my wife offered to let me write a text about me and her. I said, write what, our lives are so bland, it seems strange. The wife said that with us as the protagonist in the novel, she interpreted a classic love story. I smiled and told her that the classic love that can be passed down is tragic, niulang and weaver girl are still separated from Tianhe, the seven fairies and Dong Yong have not been reunited in the end, and Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai can only be together after they die and become butterflies. The wife nodded, her eyes full of loss.
At that time, the light quietly stepped into the boundaries of 2015 and inadvertently saw a white hair on the young wife's head. My wife said that she had known me for ten years, and the date of the ninth wedding anniversary was not far away. I couldn't help but sigh that the days passed so fast, and in the blink of an eye, I had known my wife for ten years. January 13 is the ninth anniversary of my marriage to my wife. Romantic dinners cannot be shared with her by candlelight. Accompanied by the roar of the machine on the assembly line and the sharp urging shouts of the line chief. This environment is all too familiar to me. Ten years ago, from the northwest hinterland to the southeast coast, the first time into the factory was arranged on the assembly line. Man in the production workshop is not labor, but production machine, fashionable means of production.
At the same time as his wife, he went to the southeast, entered the same factory, and it was the same workshop, but not the same production line. At that time, the supply of labor exceeded demand, and if you want to find a workshop with a better environment and higher wages in the factory, you must have a higher education or introduce it by "relationship". When we came to the southeast, the intermediary said that the southeast was crazy, encouraging us to go out of the mountains to the sea, and the factory managed to eat and live. When I arrived, I found that the work and life in the factory was not as they said. Labor laws were lost in the factories, and wages had to be delayed for two months before they were paid to us. From the northwest to the southeast, the pocket money we carried was only two or three hundred yuan, and many compatriots saw this situation and called home to make a road fee and go back to the northwest.
I also had the idea of going back at that time. Thinking that the salary in February can only be obtained at the end of May, the living expenses from entering the factory to the end of May are like a mountain that overwhelms each of us. At that time, however, I was unaware of my wife's existence, and I was not at all impressed with her. In this regard, my wife always insulted me when she mentioned this matter, complaining that I did not have her in my eyes.
I knew my wife was a week after I worked in that factory. Staying in the factory for a week is basically stable, but the cost of living is still a matter of constant concern for us. Sitting on the production line, my mind is not thinking about how to operate the process, but thinking about what to fill my stomach with for the next meal. At this time, a little girl became the talk of the townspeople. Listening to the fellow villagers in the dormitory, there was a little girl in the workshop who had no money to eat, so the family gave a hundred yuan for living expenses, the money was just taken out of the atm machine of the bank, and the little girl went to the barbershop and spent eighty yuan to straighten the hair with a negative ion.
I snorted when I heard it, and I couldn't really compliment the little girl's approach.
When we were worried about eating every day, a handsome young man in the township had a little conflict with a young man in a neighboring county for a beautiful female compatriot, and they threatened to ask friends in the society to "clean up" with us. The problem of hunger has not been solved, and it has fallen into fear. It was also at that time that another large company near the factory became our next target. So we had the idea of throwing away nearly twenty days' wages and jumping to that factory. The reason why that factory has so much temptation for us is that the factory really eats and lives. Only if you can solve the problem of eating, everything is easy to say.
Several fellow villagers went to the factory once, and the returning compatriots said that the factory only accepted female workers and not male workers. Later, I went again, and the factory said that we needed to be guaranteed to receive us. This is undoubtedly a huge wall for us who are new to the southeast. I wrote several articles in the enterprise newspaper, and the editor-in-chief of the enterprise newspaper also jumped to the factory we were going to. My fellow villagers urged me to find the editor-in-chief, who guaranteed us to enter the factory.
At the recommendation of the editor-in-chief of the enterprise newspaper, we met with the factory director. The director was happy for us "half-baked" employees to work in the workshop, but their request was that I go over together. At that time, I was already working as a reserve cadre in the workshop, and I did not want to ruin the "future" because of this. My fellow countrymen kidnapped me with collectivism and nationalism, saying that I only cared about my own future and did not care about everyone's life or death. After thinking about it for two days, I agreed to jump out of the factory with everyone.
At that time, the timing was not good, just jumped to the factory, the factory is piloting the new canteen policy, canceling the original practice of eating first and then deducting from wages, and changing it to charging meal cards before eating. The meal card requires cash, which for us is just out of the fire pit and sinking into the sea. The fifty dollars that the factory had lent us in advance were not enough for us to survive. Fortunately, the rice in the factory canteen was free, so everyone thought of a meal, playing a dish, and several people eaten it together. If you really don't have any money, you can take a bowl and beat a bowl of white rice, and then scoop a spoonful of seaweed egg soup on top of the white rice.
I eat less with my wife, my wife does not eat much, and she distributes the rest of the dishes to other compatriots. It was something she enjoyed, and it was the greatest joy to feel that she could share it with others. The canteen of the factory began to strictly manage our practices, and it was not allowed to take white rice from a bowl, and only one bowl of soup could be taken for a dish. However, we still engaged in a meal, first using a small bowl to beat the rice, and then serving the soup after eating the rice. At that time, we all had a spoon in our hands, and after eating, we put the spoon in our pockets and brought it back to the canteen.
My wife and I are friends of tribulation. The reason why I chose to eat with my wife at that time was that I felt that my wife was very much like the school flower when she was studying, naïve and unrestrained, and I became her "flower protector" at that time. A few years later, I took my wife back to Yinchuan to party with my classmates, and an alumnus praised me for marrying a "school flower", and then he found out that he recognized the wrong person.
The saddest thing I remember with my wife is that two people were hungry for two days, and the fifty-cent cake became the only food that the two of us could fill our stomachs. Of course, there were many old workers who were willing to help us at that time, and they took the initiative to borrow money from us to help us through every day of hunger.
At the time of the tribulation, my wife and I were not familiar with each other at that time, but we were just sharing meals together. Although most of the people who went with us were post-80s, my wife was younger among us. You can also stroke her hair when you usually joke, and your wife also laughs. Later, the male compatriot who dined with us also touched her hair once, but he did not expect to be punched in the face by her heavy punch. I was surprised, and she yelled at her fellow countryman and warned him not to touch her. At that time, it was in the canteen, and there were many people eating, many pairs of eyes staring at our table, the corners of their mouths were cocked, and their faces were curious.
Afterwards, I asked my wife why she was so angry. My wife stared at me, still scolding the fellow countryman in her mouth. My wife said: I don't like him to touch me. I asked her if I would be beaten by her like that fellow countryman if I touched her hair again. The wife smiled and said no. The wife also said that she would not do anything to someone she liked.
And I had a hunch at the time. So, we ran hand in hand on a rainy day in the southeast to the factory canteen restaurant. My wife wrote in her notebook: Like being with you, like running in the rain with you.
I used to say that she spent too much money, squandered money without stinginess, and was particularly bold. It has something to do with her upbringing. The wife's father worked in the coal mine in his early years, earning several months' wages for ordinary people a month. For his wife, their family never seems to be short of money to spend. This is not like me, I have been short of money since I was a child, and my days of studying outside the home are also tight. I criticized her a few times and she said she was willing to change her personality for me. I laughed and replied. When we mentioned getting married together, our fellow villagers were happy for us. What made me even more unexpected was that the next day, a fellow villager told me that after hearing the news that my wife and I were going back to my hometown in the northwest to get married, some people cried and their eyes were red and swollen.
I thought, that fellow countryman exaggerated a little, I am not handsome, and I have no money, where would an operator in the workshop have the charm to make a girl sad and weep for me?
My marriage to my wife was first opposed by my family. My father had always wanted to find a highly educated "daughter-in-law" to take over his job in the health room. My father first thought that it was four of us, but none of our brothers and sisters were interested in health. So the father set the goal of training as the future "daughter-in-law". The wife's academic qualifications did not match her father's wishes. At that time, my mother was also in the village to make friends with a girl who was not much different from my age, and according to my mother, she had already made a relationship with the woman's parents, and was waiting for me to come home and become a parent. This made my little sister scoff at this, the little sister was in high school in the county at that time, and she said that in the old days, there were arranged marriages in the family. I returned home with my wife, my father stared at me without saying a word, and my mother only sighed. At that time, my father gave us a standard in the dowry, after all, at that time, the dowry was also too high to be feared, and it was difficult for ordinary people to bear it.
My wife's parents also objected to us being together. My wife's father cared about my work, a thin man could not support the burden of the family, and he regarded my agreement with his wife as a child's play. Later, I went to their house once, and my wife's father asked me about my family situation, and at his wife's insistence, his father began to take his side. Only the wife's mother was still nagging. In fact, it is not the wife who convinces the wife's father, but the wife's father who thinks that I am a "college student", that I am currently working in the factory is only temporary, and that the relationship between distant relatives may have better development in the future. My father and my wife's father chatted idly, and my father mentioned that a public servant in my village served as a township chief or township party secretary in my wife's township, and my wife's father was even more convinced of my concept that I would "Tengda" in the future.
According to the customs of the northwest countryside, I found two matchmakers, and within twenty days, my wife and I were "flash married" together.
After getting married, we went from the northwest to the southeast to work in the factory.
My wife's appearance is not like the girls in the northwest, and many local colleagues in the southeast always think that I have married a local girl as a wife, and praise me as a "cow". I said that my wife and I were in the same ravine in the northwest, and my colleagues did not believe it, saying that my wife's appearance was not at all like the "red second group" that came out of the northwest mountains. (Note: Due to climatic reasons, the face of the girl in the northwest is red and plump, and some media call it "Red Ertuan")
My wife and I have known each other in the southeast for ten years, and I have gone from workshop operator to reserve cadre in the factory, and later transferred to the financial center and the manpower administration center, and also worked part-time as a workshop supervisor for a period of time. It was so obscure that even the directors of the group board did not know my name. The wife went from the southeast to the northwest, and then from the northwest to the southeast, back and forth, in and out of the factory four or five times, although it changed, it still could not change the temperament of childhood. However, in terms of consumption, it has far exceeded the arrogance of their family. In this decade, my wife also understood how difficult it was to earn money. Whenever she wants to spend a lot of money, she thinks of the situation when we used to be hungry, of course, and the meal, and occasionally thinks of the countrymen who ate only white rice and were sunburned.