Chapter 21 Nouns with the word "black" added in the third section are all good themes

One day, I received a call from a thinker. The thinker told me that there is an employment agency near the train station, which specializes in introducing black factories. A man just escaped from a black factory and is now in his room. They are fellow villagers. . My eyes suddenly lit up, and I felt that this was a good subject.I am going to make an unannounced visit. I have done interviews with black workers before, and I know the value of this news subject. Not long ago, not long after I had unannounced visits to the beggar community, in that northern city, one day, on the road where job hunters (called wage earners in the south) often look for jobs, I saw a beggar who escaped from a black brick kiln. people.At that time, the term "black brick kiln" did not exist. This term came about after a large number of modern slaves were rescued from the brick kiln in Hongdong County, Shanxi Province.

I have seen a total of two "slaves" in black brick kilns, and the time difference between the two people was five years. Now, the black brick kilns are extinct. When we interviewed the first black brick kiln slave, it was a rare fine weather in autumn in the north. To use the words in our composition when we were young, it was "the sun is shining, and the sky is cloudless".Such weather is usually refreshing and warm as spring, but that day I felt bitingly cold and painful. That street was very dirty and dilapidated. Countless dark-skinned people with old clothes had gathered here since dawn, and they gradually dispersed in the afternoon, leaving only piles of rubbish on the ground.They are the legendary job hunters, speaking various accents from all over the west, holding various tools for drilling holes, painting walls, sifting dust and mud, waiting for people who need short-term labor to come to them.

That day I was going to interview if any of them had been cheated out of their wages.I went with our newspaper, which was snapped up as soon as I got there, and then I handed out business cards.They took my business card, looked at it happily, and were very curious about the journalists in their lives. They probably never thought that their lives would have any connection with journalists. I asked them one by one if they had any experience of being cheated out of wages. They either shook their heads numbly, or dodged away in panic.An hour passed, and when I was almost desperate, a short man in his 40s suddenly came to me."Are you really a reporter?" he asked.

I say yes." He gritted his teeth, his cheeks suddenly swelled up, like a field mouse stealing rice in the autumn field.His eyes were wide open, bloodshot in his eyes, the wrinkles on his face were trembling, and his expression looked extremely terrifying.He took off his right shoe and lost his right thumb. "I... I worked illegally, and my toes... were cut off." He suddenly stuttered.A tear slid across his rough, weather-beaten face, hanging on his chin, precarious. "Where is it?" I asked cautiously. "In Shanxi." He said that one day half a year before we met, he came to the railway station square from his hometown with his luggage on his back. In order to save money, he slept at the door of a restaurant next to the square at night. At dawn, a man found him. Asked if he was looking for a job, he said yes.The man said that his hometown was building a house, and he needed helpers for 50 yuan a day, and asked him if he would like to go.At that time, 50 yuan a day was a considerable income, and he agreed without even thinking about it.

He followed the man to a hotel next to the train station, where seven or eight people had already gathered, all of whom were job hunters like him, and there were also a few grim-faced, stout young men, and they and the person who brought him in That man is in a gang.He didn't think too much about it at the time, and secretly rejoiced that he could find a job as soon as he went out. Then, by train and car, they came to a small mountain village in Hongdong County, Shanxi, where there are bare mountains on all sides, and there is only one small road leading to the outside.There are several brick kilns outside the village, where a group of pale-faced and ragged people are working. Thugs with sticks and shepherds with bloody tongues are wandering around the brick kilns.

Only then did he realize that he had been fooled.However, it was impossible to escape. The thugs of the brick kiln confiscated all his belongings, and then gave him a small cart, and he was going to load the brick embryos into the small cart, and push the bricks one by one into the empty warehouse-like brick kiln.When the bricks are fired and the temperature has not dropped, he will load these hot bricks into a small cart, pull them out, and stack them on the open space outside.This cart of bricks weighs five or six hundred catties. He has to work every day before dawn, and he can only stop when the sky is full of stars. His hands were burned by the red-hot bricks, and they would burn and hurt when he touched them, but he couldn't stop. He walked a little slower, They will be chased and beaten with thugs' sticks and leather whips.He said that everyone was beaten several times a day, was wounded, bled, and had to continue working.

They slept in bunk beds, and a dozen of them crowded together in an old abandoned house. At night, the cold wind came in through the cracks in the walls and doors, and the room was like an icehouse. They could only rely on huddling together to keep warm.Their food is very poor, even pigs and dogs can't eat those things that are difficult to swallow. After coming here, he thought about escaping every day, and he was looking for opportunities every day... A month after he came here, he heard that someone had successfully escaped, which strengthened his confidence to leave.One night in the middle of the night, pretending to go to the toilet, he climbed over the wall and ran out of the brick factory. After running tens of meters, he was discovered by a vicious dog. , Before he ran far, he was thrown down by several vicious dogs.

The thugs arrived and dragged him paralyzed from fright back to the brick kiln. Then, all the "slaves" were woken up, and the thugs beat him, kicked him and let dogs bite him in front of everyone.Finally, a thug brought a pair of large scissors and cut off his right thumb.To keep him from bleeding to death, the thugs took a handful of dust and smeared it on his severed toe... When he told me about his experiences, due to excitement and anger, he stuttered all the time, and he had to stammer and repeat every sentence several times.His face was contorted, his lips were trembling, his eyes were about to split open, and the veins on his neck were bulging very high, making him look extremely terrifying.Since then, I have interviewed countless people, but I have never seen a face as extremely sad and indignant as him.

The next morning after his toe was cut off, he was lying alone in the broken room when a thug came in and beat him with a wooden stick without saying a word.The wooden stick hit his bones protruding from emaciation, and the pain pierced the marrow.He had to get up and hobbled to push the small cart. Many years later, when the black brick kilns were exposed, some media called these people "modern bonded workers". However, their tragic experience, the beatings and abuse they suffered far surpassed the "Boarded Workers" written by Mr. Xia Yan. Two months later, the owner of the brick kiln was about to marry his daughter. On that day, many thugs went to drink wedding wine and got drunk a lot.That night, all the people felt that this was an excellent opportunity to escape, so they escaped collectively.There were no drunk thugs and dogs chasing after them, they ran in front and were caught back when they ran slowly, but he ran to the cliff and rolled down with his head in his arms. Fortunately, he was not killed by the fall and finally escaped, picked up Back to a life.

Afterwards, he begged all the way, and when he returned home, his wife hardly dared to recognize him when she saw him. He swore that he would never go out to work again.However, in those years, the income from farming was low, and he had to pay for his children's education and support for the elderly, so he ran out again. From then on, whenever he mentioned the brick kiln, whenever he heard someone talk about the brick kiln, he would tremble and be terrified. The article I wrote about the black brick kiln was published in the local newspaper ten years ago, and it did not cause much sensation.Kind people think this is just an isolated case, but no one thought that the black brick kiln has become an industry in a certain place in Shanxi.Until a few years later, the black brick kiln incident was exposed, which shocked the whole country.

After the black brick kiln incident was exposed, I interviewed another person who was rescued from the black brick kiln by the public security organs. This is a man in his 20s, but he looks like he is in his 40s. He is old and weak, extremely thin, with a dull expression and unresponsiveness. There are many scars on his head, and no hair grows on the scars. All the front teeth are missing, and there are scars on the face. His older brother said his younger brother disappeared on his way to school six years ago.After the son was lost, the mother cried and went blind.The whole family thought that the younger brother was dead, but no one thought that six years later, a police car drove into the village, and the younger brother who had been missing for many years was brought back by the police. On the day of my interview, I also met a mother and daughter from a neighboring village. They held a photo and asked the person who had just returned home to identify if they had seen the person in the photo.The girl said that two years ago, his younger brother also disappeared on the way to school, and they suspected that he was also tricked into a black brick kiln by bad guys. The dark life in the black brick kiln undoubtedly brought them the most fearful and painful memories in their lives, and this fear and pain will accompany them throughout their lives.These years have passed, I don't know how their lives are going, and I don't know if the boy who was lost on the way to school has returned home.