"Iron pillar, pay, hurry up, every time your kid the most ink!" A well-known peasant worker with bare arms laughed and shouted at Zhao Tiezhu, who was watching his workmates playing cards. This man was Abao, a contractor, in his forties and nearly fifty years old, but he was very strong.

"Hey, come on?" Zhao Tiezhu laughed and responded. Then he got up and patted the dust on his buttocks. Then he ran over with his buttocks bumping.

"This is your salary this month, you count it!" A Biao handed a large stack of banknotes to Zhao Tiezhu. Zhao Tiezhu was too lazy to count them. He put them in...