Text: Liu Zhongwei.
I went downstairs to the community to fetch water into the elevator, the elevator door was halfway closed, and it was opened again, and a little girl flashed in in a hurry, holding several express packages in both hands, which made her weak body a little unbalanced.
It's her again!Every day after work, I can almost always see her delivering couriers inside and outside the community. With long braids, dark and healthy, he is quite tall, wearing a sportswear, and he looks very athletic.
Yes, I'm helping my parents deliver couriers again!"I praise her. She glanced at me and smiled innocently, not with the polite pretense of being an adult.
I asked, "How old are you?"”
She didn't shy away from being a stranger to me and immediately replied, "12 years old." ”
I remember her, kind of acquaintance. She is the daughter of the owner of the rookie inn next to the community. Usually after work, I pick up the courier, and I can always see her in the store helping customers find packages, scanning codes, and being busy. She often delivers parcels to market stores in or outside the community, and when there are many parcels, she uses a trailer to push a full package to find the consignee's shop or home. Outside the neighborhood is a large market with thousands of shops, and when I drove by after work, I often saw her pushing a trailer full of packages through the alleyways. In the community, she is often seen holding large and small packages, running upstairs and downstairs according to the consignee's address from house to house.
The little girl's small body shuttled between the community and the community every night, until the rookie station closed at nine o'clock in the evening.
Coincidentally. Not long ago, we went to Jinggang Ancient Town, Wangcheng, and had dinner at a farmhouse restaurant near the parking lot at noon. Entering the door, the dining room is relatively empty, with five or six sets of tables and chairs, and only two tables have customers eating. I saw a little girl sitting at the front desk, about ten years old, and asked me, how many may I ask?Please take a seat. The skill of the action and the skill of the business are no better than the receptionist of a professional restaurant.
The little girl led us around a table, she took the menu and asked us to order. She then took the sterilized utensils and gave them one to each person, as well as a pot of boiling water and a large basin, which she placed in the middle of the table. We Xi rinsed the dishes with boiling water and poured the rinsed water into the large basin in the middle of the table.
After a while, I saw a boy, about touching.
Ten. When I was three or four years old, I brought the dishes we ordered one by one.
I'm a little curious, how can it be all children doing things?After a closer look, a chef in his forties was stir-frying in the kitchen, the smoke was steaming and the flames were sizzling. A woman about the same age as the chef is washing and chopping vegetables.
A small farm restaurant like this is estimated to not have much business and low profits, so it will not hire cooks and service staff. It can be seen that the cook and the washing are the parents of the little girl and the little boy. Parents want to stir-fry, wash and chop vegetables, and the front desk is busy and can't win, so their cubs will help.
This kind of "child labor" that does things for parents and is not considered child labor is a lot in my memory, and it seems to be a common thing.
There is a fast food restaurant outside my community, I often have dinner there, and I can always see the restaurant owner receiving **, someone wants to order food, and after the lunch box is fried, it will be up to him.
My seven- or eight-year-old son carries a fast food box and delivers it to customers. Then, come back again, and send it to ......
Outside the fast food restaurant, there is a roadway, and every day after dark, a street of the night market is naturally formed, and on those stalls, children under the age of ten can often be seen selling socks and mobile phone cases for their parents......
I used to work in a real estate company, and I used to deal with advertising production companies, and I often saw the children of those company owners measuring the size of advertising boards outside and helping their parents nail spray painted cloth, often in the wind and rain.
Those children born with golden keys in their families are so happy!
In fact, most people are not on the same starting line.