I Build an Aircraft Carrier in the Ming Dynasty

Wei Dalang and others did not get the result, and then they hurried to work again.

After work, they couldn't wait to continue to go to school to inquire about news.

After a tiring day, they didn't even have the strength to walk. In order not to delay things, they reluctantly paid for the public carriage.

It was their first time on a stagecoach, and they were all very restrained.

"Ahhhh, why are you people so careless about hygiene, how can others sit when the seats are dirty?"

As soon as Wei Dalang and others sat down, they were angrily reprimanded by a four-eyed boy with a briefcase.

They had just come down from the construction site and had no time to take a shower, so they were dirty and smelly.

Being reprimanded, Wei Dalang and the others were not angry. Instead, they were a little scared, worried that they would be driven out of the car.

So they could only get up from their seats and wipe them with their dirty sleeves, but the more they wiped, the less clean they became.

"Okay, okay, it sucks, all our taxes are going to serve you country folks."

Four-eyed boy said angrily.

He also has reasons to be angry, and now Dahua has introduced a tax law for personal income tax.

Anyone who earns more than 5 yuan per month is required to pay personal income tax.

According to the court, all the taxes they pay will go into public construction. That is to say, the establishment of this public transportation system has his 0.0001 credit.

And because of the low income of migrant workers, few can meet the standard of paying personal income tax.

From Siyanzai's point of view, those migrant workers in this public transportation system have not contributed and are not eligible to enjoy it.

He doesn't think that the migrant workers deserve credit just because the railroad tracks were built by workers, because the workers are all paid.

Wei Dalang and others could only squat on the aisle in the middle of the two sides. It was fine at first, but as more people got on and off, they caused some trouble for those people.

"You guys don't have a place to sit. You have to squat in the aisle to get in your way? It's unreasonable."

Several passengers who got on the train angrily said.

Wei Dalang and the others are dumb people who eat Huanglian, so they can't tell if they are suffering.

They are not human either, and they are also very annoyed in their hearts, but they dare not speak out.

When they finally got to the school station, they got out of the car in a hurry.

When they got to the school, it was a pity that the school was closed after get off work, and they went back for nothing.

In order to save money and not get angry, they could only drag their tired bodies on foot back to their residence.

How beautiful they were when they returned to their hometown during the New Year, how embarrassed they are now.

There are a lot of things like this in town.

However, this is really just a small problem.

As long as the city people don't drive them away, they can still make money here, and they can accept it if they get angry.

Even if the child can no longer enjoy free education, they can put the child back to their hometown.

Compared with Wei Dalang and the others, the problems encountered by Wang Tiezhu and others were even more severe.

Wang Tiezhu, a construction worker, and more than 70 fellow villagers, came to Shanghai to seek a living with Wang Yongbo, an old migrant worker from the village.

However, they have not been paid for more than half a year.

Although the other party continues to provide food and accommodation, they have fallen into extreme anxiety because the Chinese New Year is approaching.

This is the most important festival in China, and they can't miss it anyway.

Wang Tiezhu and the others wanted to go home for the New Year and wanted wages.

On this day, these workers did not go to work directly, and blocked Wang Yongbo in the construction site dormitory.

Wang Yongbo was originally a man of influence in their hometown, the first group of people who went out to work. Relying on crawling and rolling, he has now become a foreman, saying goodbye to the days of working hard.

However, at this moment, Wang Yongbo encountered a big trouble.

Wu Jinrong, the foreman in charge of this project, has not paid him wages for half a year.

Previously, Wu Jinrong kept making promises, and relied on coercion and inducement to comfort him for more than six months.

And when the New Year was about to come, Wu Jinrong turned his face.

"Either leave it to me to continue working, or get out of here."

Wu Jinrong said to Wang Yongbo, who bowed his back and nodded.

He wanted to cheat, he knew those people were in a hurry to go home.

If those people gave up their wages and went home, he would have saved more than 1,000 yuan, which was already a huge sum of money for a small contractor.

In the winter, Wang Yongbo was still sweating on his forehead, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Angkor, Angkor, you can't do this. My dozens of people are all waiting for the money to go home for the New Year. How much do you give me, and we will continue to work for you next year."

Wang Yongbo pleaded, he couldn't wait to kill the bastard in front of him with a hoe, but he couldn't and didn't dare.

No way, he can only beg, beg.

"Go away, who the fuck hates you, and doesn't even look at the work you do. The developers have scolded Lao Tzu several times, saying the quality is not good."

"Play your cards, play your cards, there's no end to it."

Another urged.

"Two biscuits."

Wu Jinrong hit a piece of two cakes.

"Huh, little fart Hu."

Wu Jinrong's next home, another gangster said.

"Depend on."

Wu Jinrong glared at Wang Yongbo angrily, as if he was blaming the king

Yongbo is the same.

They were laughing and cursing, completely ignoring Wang Yongbo, who was anxious for dozens of people.

"Angkor, Angkor, I beg you, those people like me can't live without wages."

Wang Yongbo could only beg.

He just came out earlier to hang out and gained a little more knowledge. In fact, he is not much different from those of his fellow villagers.

When in trouble, he can only rely on begging.

He didn't dare to sue the official, because Wu Jinrong in front of him was a half-black half-white person with several thugs under him, so he couldn't afford to offend him.

He also didn't know which official to go to to express his grievances, and he didn't even know where the yamen in Shanghai was.

"Do your mother's troubles, don't let your mother bother me to play cards. Let's talk about the problem, okay, sit down and play ten laps with me first."

Wu Jinrong said.

"Angkor, please forgive me, I have no money to eat, so I can't get to the table."

Wang Yongbo quickly refused.

The villagers only saw his beautiful side, but did not see how lucky he was in the city.

Even if they are mixed up as a foreman, they have to go to great lengths to discuss a foreman like Wu Jinrong.

He had played mahjong with Wu Jinrong before and lost a lot of money.

It's not that his mahjong skills are not good, it's just that Wu Jinrong and others are too rogue at playing cards.

When Wang Yongbo wants to touch and ask for kong, those bastards can go back on the cards they play. From time to time, he would cheat on him when he wasn't paying attention. Anyway, he found out, and he didn't dare to ask Wu Jinrong and others to lose money.

And if he dares to follow suit, he will be beaten.

In this extremely unequal situation, playing cards with them is giving money away.