夏花刚来这个城市的时候，身上背着的那个旧帆布包，比她还沉。包里有她所有家当，几件换洗的衣服，还有一张皱巴巴的火车票，证明她是从几百里外的小山村来的。火车到站的时候，天刚蒙蒙亮，车窗外的建筑亮着惨白的灯光，像一张冰凉的脸。她走出车站，鼻子有点酸，眼眶也跟着发热。来之前，村里的大娘跟她说过，城里机会多，能赚钱，让她放心来。

她沿着街走了没多久，就看见一个巨大的招工广告牌，上面画着一个个握着锤子、扛着钢筋的男人，下面写着“包吃包住，待遇从优”。夏花觉得这就是她的机会， diseo le over there, she hurried over. The construction site was bustling with activity. Workers were moving materials, machines were roaring, and the air was filled with a mix of dust and sweat. She stopped at the entrance, a young man with a foreman's hat sitting there, looking veteran and strict.

“干啥的？” he asked, his voice hoarse from working outdoors.

“I want to work,”夏花 said, holding up her hands. “I can do hard labor.”

The foreman glanced at her, then shook his head. “No women here.”

“I can,” she insisted, her voice trembling slightly but her gaze firm. “I’m strong. I can lift heavy things.”

Seeing her determination, the foreman hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Fine, but you don’t get paid much at first. You have to prove yourself.”