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Fritz Hoffmann/Network Photographers for TIME.
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To
Build a Dream
As men from the provinces flood into the city, the villages they leave
behind are dying out
By HANNAH BEECH Shanghai
The dusty, packed-earth road that connects Yantang village to the rest
of China leads only one way: out. For the past decade, nearly all the
able-bodied men from this remote hamlet in Zhejiang province have fled
to the big city, where their toil has given rise to Shanghai's gleaming
skyline. At first, the men of Yantang brought nothing with them but their
hammers and hard hats. Today, with nearly half of its 500 citizens living
in Shanghai, the village has come to the city. And despite the new houses
built with money earned by the migrant laborers, Yantang is on its way
to extinction.
Yantang is ringed by jagged mountains, the perfect setting for a postcard
but not for farming, the backbone of the region's economy. Things took
a turn for the worse nearly 10 years ago when the river that fed Yantang's
rice paddies and orange orchards was dammed upstream for a giant reservoir.
Now, the little stream that trickles under the village's massive stone
bridge is so unimportant that it has no name, just "river in front of
the village." Many of the rice paddies are cracked and dry, and the tea
bushes that climb the surrounding hills are wild with neglect. More havoc
will be wrought by the forces of globalization. China's entry into the
World Trade Organization will further cripple Yantang, as those who eke
out their lives with hoes and low-yield seed lose out to tractors and
high-output crops from the West. Already, the cost of fertilizer and electricity
needed to pump water is so high that agriculture can no longer sustain
the community. Folks plant just enough to fill their bellies and send
the men to Shanghai to make the real money.
The Wang family has lived in Yantang for as long as their patriarch, Wang
Quanneng, can remember. They and three other clansthe Yus, the Xus
and the Zhusmake up Yantang's entire population. But Wang, who has
never traveled more than 20 km from his village, belongs to the last generation
to stay put in Yantang. His three sons have all left for construction
jobs in Shanghai. "There's no work for them here," he says, rubbing a
back sore from a morning of green-bean planting. "It's lonely, but we
must all eat bitterness."
The bitterness runs especially deep for those sons sweating it out in
the city. Hours are brutal and the $5-per-day payalthough better
than the zero income earned in Yantangis meager, especially considering
the high urban living expenses. Glitzy Shanghai has little sympathy for
the dusty workers who build its skyscrapers. Unscrupulous bureaucrats
often charge workers an average of $30 a year for temporary residence
permits, which they need to work legally in the city. Yantang's transplanted
laborers can return home only once a yearif even that oftenbecause
of the arduous seven-hour train ride and four-hour bus journey back. That
means the village children are growing up without their fathers. "He never
listens to me when I come home," says Wang Quanneng's second son, Wang
Yuren, of his own eight-year-old boy. "But I guess he doesn't really know
who I am."
Still, the men leave, and they expect their sons to do the same. With
the official rural jobless rate hovering at nearly 30%compared with
just 5% in the big citiesan estimated 80 million migrant workers
have poured into Shanghai, Beijing, Guangzhou and other urban centers
during the past decade. An intricate network of relationships has guaranteed
that almost all the migrant laborers from Yantang are employed by the
three main construction companies that have built up Pudong, the shiny
business district across the river from Shanghai proper. But as Pudong's
skyline takes shape, many migrants are worried that the jobs will dry
up. Already, the laborers have to call the construction companies for
work, when just two years ago the firms were begging them to take on new
projects. To compete, some of Yantang's younger workers are signing up
for night classes to learn specialized skills like fitting windows or
welding steel beams into place.
Such investments in their future have made it even more difficult for
Yantang's youngsters to envision a life back home, where their expertise
would go to waste. While less-educated relatives try to return home for
planting season, the younger generation would rather stay put in Shanghai,
where they can make much more money. The fast-paced city lifestyle makes
Yantang even less attractive. "My family wants me to go back," says one
teenaged Wang, just into his first month in Shanghai and already sporting
a pager clipped to his waist. "But I don't think I could ever go back
to that boring old place."
Even for the older generation, which dutifully sends money back to families
in Yantang, returning home for good is difficult. Certainly, their savings
have transformed the village in the past few years. Dozens of new houses
have risen just off the muddy lanes, all with the white-tile exteriors
and blue-tinted windows that serve as the architectural motif of Pudong.
Earlier this summer, Wang Quanneng's youngest son, Wang Yujun, paced the
rooms of his newly built two-story house. It was the first time the 32-year-old
had seen the $7,200 home he had financed for his wife and six-year-old
daughter, using earnings from 11 years of work in Shanghai and loans from
several family members. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to enjoy this
house," he says. "To support my family, I must keep working in Shanghai.
It is their home, not mine."
For his elderly father, life is still spent in a graceful courtyard house,
decorated with wooden friezes and strings of dried garlic. But even this
300-year-old home, the Wang patriarch knows, will eventually be knocked
down, as more absentee owners build houses they will probably never inhabit.
The children who grow up in these homes will be even less likely to return
to the drying paddy fields of Yantang, much less invest their savings
back home. "Who knows?" says Wang Quanneng. "Soon there may be no more
Wangs left to go to Shanghai." When that happens, the well-traveled road
from Yantang may become like the trickle of water running under the village
bridge: a fading memory of something that lost its life force many years
ago.
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