On the street at the corner of the alley, there are some ordinary popular restaurants. Most of the people flocking here are migrant workers with hard hats and trouser horns. My home is not far from the entrance of the alley. Because I am usually too lazy and seldom cook breakfast and dinner, I often go to the small restaurant near the entrance of the alley to have some grass. One evening, when I arrived at the small restaurant at the entrance of the alley, it was the peak of migrant workers' dinner. I ordered a steamed bread and a bowl of porridge. I looked for two rounds in the store, but I didn't find an idle seat. The familiar landlady explained to me with embarrassment, "unfortunately, there are no seats." Then he smiled and helped me out: "otherwise, who can I ask to make a seat for you?" Before I could stop it, she shouted at a table in the corner of the shop, "Wang Dashan, take a bowl and eat outside!" The man who was buried in eating raised his head and looked at me and the landlady. It was a man in his fifties. Although his bare back looked strong, his hair was a little gray and sparse. He glanced awkwardly at me holding the bowl, then at the landlady who was looking at him, stood up with the bowl and prepared to go outside the store. I hurriedly said to him, "brother, sit down and I'll go outside!" He rushed out of the store. There is really no place to sit outside, but I'm not used to eating standing. I tried several times in my heart and finally found a gap. Like those migrant workers, I squatted down with a bowl. Just after eating a few mouthfuls, a migrant worker next to me accosted me: "we are so used to it. It's really wronged for the big brother to squat and eat like this." I smiled and said, "what's wrong? In my hometown in the countryside a few years ago, which meal was not squatted like this!" "Brothers also came from the countryside?" Several migrant workers nearby said happily. Someone said, "no wonder, otherwise brothers can come to such a broken place to eat?" Someone said, "we came out of the countryside, just different from the city people." They began to inquire about my work. While eating, I asked them which construction site they worked on, how about the salary, and whether they could get the salary on time. After a while, we became familiar. Later, I no longer deliberately avoided the peak of migrant workers' meals. Go and sit down when you have a seat; Without seats, just like those migrant workers, they squatted outside the store with porridge in one hand and steamed bread in the other. In late autumn, the family will decorate the house and bring back a load of fine sand from outside the city, which will be transported downstairs to the third floor. The wife said, "I'll find some migrant workers. Now the migrant workers are asking a very high price.". After a while, she brought some migrant workers. A few people did not speak, shovel shovel, carry, work. My wife whispered proudly to me, "when this pile of sand is transported to the third floor, others have to pay at least 500, and I cut it to 300." I smiled and said, "who can be cruel to you!" The sand was soon transported out, and several migrant workers walked out while patting the sand dust on their bodies. The wife took out 300 yuan, handed it to an older migrant worker and said, "brother, this is your salary." A migrant worker said, take a hundred. The older migrant workers immediately smiled knowingly and said, "yes, not for a while, a hundred yuan is a lot." My wife and I were stunned. Seeing us stunned, a migrant worker hurriedly explained with a smile: "elder brother doesn't often sit down with us for dinner." Another black bearded migrant worker echoed, "we are all from the countryside. What do we charge for this little work in our hometown?" "Because I've sat with them?" I was stunned, and my wife was even more stunned.

On the street at the corner of the alley, there are some ordinary popular restaurants. Most of the people flocking here are migrant workers with hard hats and trouser horns. My home is not far from the entrance of the alley. Because I am usually too lazy and seldom cook breakfast and dinner, I often go to the small restaurant near the entrance of the alley to have some grass. One evening, when I arrived at the small restaurant at the entrance of the alley, it was the peak of migrant workers' dinner. I ordered a steamed bread and a bowl of porridge. I looked for two rounds in the store, but I didn't find an idle seat. The familiar landlady explained to me with embarrassment, "unfortunately, there are no seats." Then he smiled and helped me out: "otherwise, who can I ask to make a seat for you?" Before I could stop it, she shouted at a table in the corner of the shop, "Wang Dashan, take a bowl and eat outside!" The man who was buried in eating raised his head and looked at me and the landlady. It was a man in his fifties. Although his bare back looked strong, his hair was a little gray and sparse. He glanced awkwardly at me holding the bowl, then at the landlady who was looking at him, stood up with the bowl and prepared to go outside the store. I hurriedly said to him, "brother, sit down and I'll go outside!" He rushed out of the store. There is really no place to sit outside, but I'm not used to eating standing. I tried several times in my heart and finally found a gap. Like those migrant workers, I squatted down with a bowl. Just after eating a few mouthfuls, a migrant worker next to me accosted me: "we are so used to it. It's really wronged for the big brother to squat and eat like this." I smiled and said, "what's wrong? In my hometown in the countryside a few years ago, which meal was not squatted like this!" "Brothers also came from the countryside?" Several migrant workers nearby said happily. Someone said, "no wonder, otherwise brothers can come to such a broken place to eat?" Someone said, "we came out of the countryside, just different from the city people." They began to inquire about my work. While eating, I asked them which construction site they worked on, how about the salary, and whether they could get the salary on time. After a while, we became familiar. Later, I no longer deliberately avoided the peak of migrant workers' meals. Go and sit down when you have a seat; Without seats, just like those migrant workers, they squatted outside the store with porridge in one hand and steamed bread in the other. In late autumn, the family will decorate the house and bring back a load of fine sand from outside the city, which will be transported downstairs to the third floor. The wife said, "I'll find some migrant workers. Now the migrant workers are asking a very high price.". After a while, she brought some migrant workers. A few people did not speak, shovel shovel, carry, work. My wife whispered proudly to me, "when this pile of sand is transported to the third floor, others have to pay at least 500, and I cut it to 300." I smiled and said, "who can be cruel to you!" The sand was soon transported out, and several migrant workers walked out while patting the sand dust on their bodies. The wife took out 300 yuan, handed it to an older migrant worker and said, "brother, this is your salary." A migrant worker said, take a hundred. The older migrant workers immediately smiled knowingly and said, "yes, not for a while, a hundred yuan is a lot." My wife and I were stunned. Seeing us stunned, a migrant worker hurriedly explained with a smile: "elder brother doesn't often sit down with us for dinner." Another black bearded migrant worker echoed, "we are all from the countryside. What do we charge for this little work in our hometown?" "Because I've sat with them?" I was stunned, and my wife was even more stunned.