Chapter 211
Yang Yuyan’s second division had harvested seven prostitutes, including five child prostitutes.
It was such a big haul that even the people from division one had attracted some of them.
Everyone came over to help!
Setting up their files, conducting health checks, and “arranging jobs” for them.
You know, when Yang Yuyan was abducting people, she said, “We need people to do some work, that is, to do handicrafts, but because the work is very detailed and there are many of them, we can’t do it all by ourselves, if you and your sisters are willing to come and work, the pay may be a little less, but we will cover the food and accommodation!”
The girl who crouched down and cried went back and brought her sisters over.
I heard that they live in a rented place, now may not be able to pay the rent, would need to find a new place to live, just Yang Yuyan said “food and shelter”, and looks like a good person, the girl is very simple to bring people.
Yang Yuyan: “……”
Girl, you’re so innocent, you’ll be easily abducted. Luckily, I’m a good person.
Seeing a prostitute with her own eyes was a novel experience.
At least one thing was different from what she had imagined. She thought that prostitutes had a way with men, but they avoided Shi Wuwei from the start, as if he was some new breed of Daemon, and they refused to even take a bowl of congee from him.
When Yang Yuyan saw this scene, she put up a sign in front of the door of the dormitory where she arranged for them: men stop.
The girls’ names were all very common. The biggest one was Qiao’er. According to her, she had been a prostitute for six or seven years, and was already an old man in the trade, ready to retire in two more years. But she looked like a girl not yet twenty years old.
The rest of the girls, the fifteen or sixteen said they had been working for two or three years, and had taken no less than a hundred clients. The eleven or twelve were a little better, but they had also studied intensively at the brothel, and had also helped their sisters serve men, how? Of course, it is the bed service.
Listening to these prostitutes recounting their experiences as if they were normal, even Zhu Yanshu, who had been married, blushed a little, not to mention the other unmarried schoolgirls.
After recording their complicated experiences, the next step was a health check.
They were definitely all sick!
This would not be suspected at all, the only question was how many diseases they actually had, and also, how many could the school help them cure?
Yang Yuyan gave them jobs making bandages, masks and white coats, and sheets and covers. In any case, it was just a matter of staying in the house and burying their heads in the sand.
After arranging them, Yang Yuyan and the girls started to meet again.
Because of these prostitutes, Division 1 and Division 2 had merged again. Involuntarily, without any warning, they merged.
Yang Yuyan and the girls didn’t even bother to call out to anyone, the people from division one heard that division two had brought back a few rescued prostitutes, and immediately rushed over with their own supplies, and there were even two male students from the College of Physics and Chemistry who volunteered to be doctors, and said that they had already gnawed on a lot of medical information, and could help out with the tests.
The principal also rushed here, and brought the doctor from the school hospital who had been passed on to the female students to perform abortions. He sighed as he looked at the dormitory with the “No Men” sign.
Prof. Dai smiled at the back and comforted him, “They are also trying to help people.”
Principal: “I know, I won’t stop them, I know.” He wanted to keep all these students in his arms, not asking them to go through any storms, but also wanted them to go as far as they could, to see the world in all its holes, what a contradiction.
Prof. Dai: “The other professors and I will take care of this place, we won’t let anything happen to them.”
Principal: “Good, let me know if you need anything, I’ll try to coordinate.”
The doctor the principal brought with him had a lot of experience in trauma and abortion, however, he was a man.
The prostitutes didn’t want him to examine them close.
Seeing this, Yang Yuyan purposely went to Zhu Yanshu to apply, wanting to help the doctor with the examination.
Zhu Yanshu looked at this little daughter that she held in her arms with a serious expression, “You really want to do it?”
Yang Yuyan nodded her head.
Zhu Yanshu then continued to lower her head to write and said, “Then you go.”
After Yang Yuyan left, her pen didn’t write a single word for half a day, her mind was blank.
When she came back to her senses, she saw that Dai Yushu had poured her a cup of hot tea and placed it next to her.
Zhu Yanshu said in a trembling voice, “I just want her to be a rich wife, not having to do anything, not having to worry about anything, finding a rich and loving husband, having one or two children, living comfortably.”
Dai Yushu said softly, “We ourselves don’t lead such a life, so don’t ask so much of the children.”
Zhu Yanshu put down his pen and sighed as he leaned on the back of his chair, “The wall that we hit back then, do we want our children to hit it again? Saving China? Which is so easy? How many people have fallen on this road, thousands and tens of thousands more.”
Dai Yushu smiled and said, “Because we didn’t save it. If it’s not saved, there will always be people to save.”
Zhu Yanshu shook her head and continued to write, she was writing letters to her old friends from before, asking them to donate money and goods. This was the letter she wrote the most now, on average, she sent out a dozen or so letters begging for money donations every month. It is said that the principal’s main task is also this, to write letters asking for donations. When she used to have a hard time, she didn’t write a single letter to her old friends, and she felt like she was going to die of parchedness even when she cried out, but now her cheeks are thicker than the walls of the city, so it’s clear that people make progress.
Dai Yushu was right next to her to help her put the written letter into the envelope, put on the stamps, and then write the address.
Dai Yushu: “You’re actually quite happy, aren’t you?”
Zhu Yan Shu reveals a smile and hums softly.
A curtain is pulled in the dormitory, the doctor sits behind the curtain, Yang Yuyan and Yang Yucan wear masks and gloves, and one by one, they examine the girls, describing their signs and symptoms, and the doctor makes a diagnosis.
In the lab, a few students were also neatly armed, looking at the cells under the microscope, with medical books placed next to them, comparing them one by one, and others arguing in front of the blackboard.
On the blackboard they each drew a bacterium they saw under the microscope, and then all agreed that they were right.
Yang Yuyan told Qiao’er to lower her arms and put on her clothes.
Qiao’er was half a head lower than her, but already had fine lines at the corners of her eyes; she was the quietest of these girls, and the one who led them.
Yang Yuyan had thought that these girls would have a lot of problems, and that some might run out, but they were all silent and quiet, and none of them ran outside when they were allowed to stay inside.
Many people had already changed their impression of prostitutes and felt that they were not as nasty as they thought.
After bringing them back that day, Yang Yuyan first led them to see the tiny grave, where they saw that Shi Xiaocao’s surname was Shi, and that nine times out of ten, when they registered their names, their surnames would be Shi.
Because they didn’t have surnames, they only had first names in the building.
Qiao’er, the name registered now is Shi Qiao’er.
Yang Yuyan talked to Shi Qiao’er about finding jobs for them, and the most likely job was a female factory worker, that is, a female textile worker.
The demand for this is the highest, factories are hiring almost every day, as long as you go there will be work.
Yang Yuyan: “But you have to sign a contract first, and the contract is for ten years. After signing the contract, you can choose whether you want to be paid all at once or on a monthly basis. A single payment is one hundred and eighty dollars, after paying the money, people can only live in the factory, no vacation, you can take time off, but usually can not be out. If one gets paid every month, it’s seven dollars a month. Whichever one one chooses, the work is hard and the food is terrible.”
Another better job is that of a maid. Although the poor have become more numerous now, the rich have not become less numerous, and there is still a great demand for maids. The advantage of being a maid is that the work will be lighter, the income will be a bit more, and the usual activities will be freer.
The two jobs above may sound as if a textile worker is more of a working woman, but in fact they are pretty much the same, both are semi-sold slaves. Working in a factory doesn’t mean you have any power, it’s also very common for the factory owner to beat and scold the female workers, that one hundred and eighty dollars is the money for selling your body, it’s said that it’s for ten years, but in fact, the ordinary female workers don’t have enough to work for ten years, in less than ten years they get tired and sick, and they’ll be kicked out of the factory.
Yang Yuyan: “The world offers insufficient work for women, we can only choose the not so bad ones in the limited range to live.”
Shi Qiao’er says, “I want to be with my sisters.”
A place that could buy seven maids in one fell swoop was too small.
That left only the factory.
Shi Qiao’er chose this one, and Yang Yuyan in turn began to worry: “Working in a factory is very hard, you have to reel silk in boiling water, you can’t rest for the whole day, and when the machines don’t stop, the people can’t stop.”
She used to think that the Industrial Revolution was bright and great, the cornerstone of social progress. Until she realized that in this day and age, the machines in factories could be turned on twenty-four hours a day, so the workers would have to work twenty-four hours a day, and she began to curse the Industrial Revolution.
It’s simply the devil!
Technological progress must be combined with social progress ah.
She finally began to understand why the textbooks at that time would write about building a spiritual civilization, because if it wasn’t built, it would be like these factories, where the machines didn’t stop and the workers couldn’t rest, and eventually died of exhaustion in the factories.