When I was working in Guangdong in 2008, a woman from Sichuan showed me a machine and worked the night shift. One day, she told me that her father had died. I said why don&;t you go back and have a look, and then she cried. She told me the following story: when she was in the second grade of primary school, her mother died, and her old man loved to drink. One day, her father let her drink, poured it into her mouth, covered her mouth, and then harmed her. She never dared to say it, and later her brother joined in. What an animal, until she did. The news in the mountains was blocked again, and her aunt married a man thirty years older than her. The house was poor, and she was pregnant for five months. Her husband&;s mother said that when the child was born, it was the son who wanted it, but the girl who lost it. As a result, she said it was a girl, born cross-legged and buried alive. Sad, and later she gave birth to a son with her husband, which was quite cute. Her family is too poor, and her old man still goes to her husband&;s house every three days to have a drink and ask her to go back and wash clothes. She knew what it was, and she was afraid that her aunt would take her to Guangdong to enter the factory, and her husband would farm at home because men were not good at entering the factory. She is honest and always carries her back. She says she feels inferior and doesn&;t dare to look up. Some women in the factory bully her, which is really hard luck. Leave 50 for your monthly salary and send the rest home. People in their twenties are so tortured that they look like they are in their forties. True story, I still remember the name of that woman, and I still remember the name of her bay. so pitiful