Chapter 25 Section 3 Unemployment

Boilerman: (like talking to his wife, more like talking to himself) Today is the fifteenth day of the ninth lunar month, right?The moon is bright, gloomy, and cold, making this house look like the cave in our village full of scorpions and bats... How does this wine get colder the more you drink it?I'm getting goosebumps... If it wasn't for the central heating, the boiler room would have been pressurized.Big trucks dragging bright coal lumps into the yard in the middle of the night, boom, boom...the coal lumps piled up into mountains.The blower was whining, and the fire in the furnace was roaring. When the furnace door was opened, it was dazzlingly bright, and the skin was sore and itchy. It was so comfortable. I shoveled a shovel of coal, and I turned around and stretched my arms. , Swish, like a little swallow, the coal flew into the furnace, like a swallow flying into a nest.The coals were burned to the point of tar.Beads of sweat came out, and the pores swelled open, just like hoeing sorghum in June... It was like the loudspeaker yelling, "I work hard, and the family is warm"... (Drink a glass of wine, Slapping the table) but the hell is going to be changed to central heating!What do you mean by chimneys emitting black smoke to pollute the environment? The chimneys of every household in our village emit black smoke three times a day, and we have not seen any pollution to the environment.The sky is bluer than the city, the water is greener than the city, the people are stronger than the people in the city, and even the flies and mosquitoes are bigger than the people in the city.The central heating is now on, the chimney is no longer smoking, but isn't it still a smoky day?Doesn't the water still have a chemical smell?Aren't these people still stern like dead mothers? (Looks at his wife, who continues to play the piano and pours another glass of wine) Central heating, ruined my job, I x your ancestors central heating! (drinks, beats the table, bows his head, after a while, raises his head again, fascinated) Old autumn in September, is sorghum red?It's red, it's red early, it's taken home, and even the first sorghum new wine has been burned... Is the cotton white, white, all white, white flowers one after another, like snow covered the ground, a big girl Little daughter-in-law, all go to pick cotton, sing songs, one left, one right, left and right, grab a lot...where are the sweet potatoes?Sweet potatoes are also planed home, red-skinned, white-skinned, red-fleshed, white-fleshed, green onions, garlic, Chinese cabbage, carrots, red peppers, big fat pigs, big yellow cattle, big black donkeys, big old ladies Barebacked doll with braids on her head... damn central heating.Central heating, lost jobs.What am I doing here?Can we not use central heating, can I give it to you for nothing?Ok? !

Boilerman: (stands up staggeringly, drunkenly) I ask you!Are you deaf?Are you dumb? Boilerman: (staggers to the piano, sticks his tongue) Who told you to centralize the heating? (The piano teacher continues to play the piano, and the boiler worker slams the cover of the piano and pins down her hands) Can we not use central heating? ! Boilerman: (kneeling down in front of the piano teacher. Repentantly) Ah Jing—no, no, you won’t let me call you Ah Jing—I’m sorry, I’m a bastard, I’m damned, I crushed your hand (he takes the piano teacher's hand). Piano teacher: (coldly) Let go. Boilerman: (repentantly) I'm an asshole, I'll rub it for you.

Piano Teacher: (Coldly) Let go. Boilerman: (Withdrawing his hand embarrassingly, and slapping himself twice) I admitted my mistake, please forgive me...forgive me... Boilerman: Please, find me a job, if I keep idle like this, I will go crazy... Piano teacher: (takes money out of pocket, throws it in front of the boiler worker, coldly) This is what I earned from teaching piano at night. Boilerman: (Stares at the few bills on the floor like a poisonous snake, his self-esteem is greatly hurt. Stands up, furiously) What the hell am I?man?no!Is it human?no!I'm worse than a dog. Piano teacher: (coldly) Put away your poor self-esteem.Men and women are equal.When I was in the countryside, you supported me, now, I support you.

Boilerman: (Painfully) I’m worthless, relying on my wife to support me... No, I won’t do it, I’m a man, I support myself, I support not only myself, but also my wife, I won’t let you teach People play the piano, I want you to sit at home and play the piano comfortably! (Weakly) Please, tell Jianguo, help me find a job, I can suffer any hardship, I can suffer any sin, I can suffer any sin, even digging out excrement, and carrying a dead body ok, please... Piano teacher: (coldly) Stop making noise, you don’t have to dig out excrement, let alone carry dead bodies, I just ask you to stop making noise, stop making noise.

Boilerman: (frustrated) I really can't, I'll go back... I know I'm in the way of you and Jianguo... Piano teacher: (with a trace of warmth in my heart) Forget it, don't talk about these useless things. Boilerman: (impulsively) I will go to Jianguo tomorrow. Piano teacher: Do you think he still wants me? ! (Get up and pour water in the basin, take off your shoes and wash your feet) Boilerman: Just let me wash your feet. Boilerman: (squatting in front of his wife, washing his wife's feet) Let's have a baby... I can't do anything else, let's stay at home as a wife and take care of the children.

Piano teacher: (indifferently) I am sterile. Boilerman: (sneering) You look down on me! (Raises the voice) You think I'm of humble origin, and you don't want to have children for me! Piano teacher: (coldly) As I said, I have no fertility! Boilerman: (jumps up, takes out two medicine bottles from the drawer and throws them in front of his wife) What are these?You bully me for being illiterate?But there are always literate people in the world!After you married me, you secretly took contraceptive pills, what kind of vitamins are you talking about! Piano teacher: (coldly) It costs 1,000 yuan a month to raise a child!Do you have money?Even you have to rely on me to support you!

Boilerman: (sharply) I'm going to sell blood! Piano teacher: (sarcastically) How much blood do you sell? Boilerman: I'm going to-- Piano teacher: what can you do? Boilerman: I will steal it!Go grab it! Piano teacher: If you can really steal and rob, you are considered promising! Boilerman: (hatefully) You—you just wait and see!