During the day he slaughtered pigs, husked rice, and carried bags on his shoulders. At night, because his boss 'home had no extra beds, he slept under the family altar. In winter, frigid winds blew in through the cracks in the wooden wall, cutting right through him; even today he still cannot forget those days.
白天殺豬、碾米、扛米，晚上因為老闆家沒有多餘的床墊，阿坤就睡在神桌底下，冬天夜晚被木板牆縫灌進來的寒風刺得直打哆嗦的感覺，他至今仍然記得。