Factory Girls: From Village to City in a Changing China

Factory Girls: From Village to City in a Changing China

by Leslie T. Chang


$16.20 $18.00 Save 10% Current price is $16.2, Original price is $18. You Save 10%.
View All Available Formats & Editions
Choose Expedited Shipping at checkout for guaranteed delivery by Monday, January 21

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780385520188
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 08/04/2009
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 448
Sales rank: 193,617
Product dimensions: 5.21(w) x 8.02(h) x 0.93(d)

About the Author

Leslie T. Chang lived in China for a decade as a correspondent for the Wall Street Journal. She is married to Peter Hessler, who also writes about China. She lives in Colorado.

Read an Excerpt

1 Going Out

When you met a girl from another factory, you quickly took her measure. What year are you? you asked each other, as if speaking not of human beings but of the makes of cars. How much a month? Including room and board? How much for overtime? Then you might ask what province she was from. You never asked her name.

To have a true friend inside the factory was not easy. Girls slept twelve to a room, and in the tight confines of the dorm it was better to keep your secrets. Some girls joined the factory with borrowed ID cards and never told anyone their real names. Some spoke only to those from their home provinces, but that had risks: Gossip traveled quickly from factory to village, and when you went home every auntie and granny would know how much you made and how much you saved and whether you went out with boys.

When you did make a friend, you did everything for her. If a friend quit her job and had nowhere to stay, you shared your bunk despite the risk of a ten-yuan fine, about $1.25, if you got caught. If she worked far away, you would get up early on a rare day off and ride hours on the bus, and at the other end your friend would take leave from work--this time, the fine one hundred yuan--to spend the day with you. You might stay at a factory you didn't like, or quit one you did, because a friend asked you to. Friends wrote letters every week, although the girls who had been out longer considered that childish. They sent messages by mobile phone instead.

Friends fell out often because life was changing so fast. The easiest thing in the world was to lose touch with someone.

The best day of the month was payday. But in a way it was the worst day, too. After you had worked hard for so long, it was infuriating to see how much money had been docked for silly things: being a few minutes late one morning, or taking a half day off for feeling sick, or having to pay extra when the winter uniforms switched to summer ones. On payday, everyone crowded the post office to wire money to their families. Girls who had just come out from home were crazy about sending money back, but the ones who had been out longer laughed at them. Some girls set up savings accounts for themselves, especially if they already had boyfriends. Everyone knew which girls were the best savers and how many thousands they had saved. Everyone knew the worst savers, too, with their lip gloss and silver mobile phones and heart-shaped lockets and their many pairs of high-heeled shoes.

The girls talked constantly of leaving. Workers were required to stay six months, and even then permission to quit was not always granted. The factory held the first two months of every worker's pay; leaving without approval meant losing that money and starting all over somewhere else. That was a fact of factory life you couldn't know from the outside: Getting into a factory was easy. The hard part was getting out.

The only way to find a better job was to quit the one you had. Interviews took time away from work, and a new hire was expected to start right away. Leaving a job was also the best guarantee of getting a new one: The pressing need for a place to eat and sleep was incentive to find work fast. Girls often quit a factory in groups, finding courage in numbers and pledging to join a new factory together, although that usually turned out to be impossible. The easiest thing in the world was to lose touch with someone.

* * *

For a long time Lu Qingmin was alone. Her older sister worked at a factory in Shenzhen, a booming industrial city an hour away by bus. Her friends from home were scattered at factories up and down China's coast, but Min, as her friends called her, was not in touch with them. It was a matter of pride: Because she didn't like the place she was working, she didn't tell anyone where she was. She simply dropped out of sight.

Her factory's name was Carrin Electronics. The Hong Kong-owned company made alarm clocks, calculators, and electronic calendars that displayed the time of day in cities around the world. The factory had looked respectable when Min came for an interview in March 2003: tile buildings, a cement yard, a metal accordion gate that folded shut. It wasn't until she was hired that she was allowed inside. Workers slept twelve to a room in bunks crowded near the toilets; the rooms were dirty and they smelled bad. The food in the canteen was bad, too: A meal consisted of rice, one meat or vegetable dish, and soup, and the soup was watery.

A day on the assembly line stretched from eight in the morning until midnight--thirteen hours on the job plus two breaks for meals--and workers labored every day for weeks on end. Sometimes on a Saturday afternoon they had no overtime, which was their only break. The workers made four hundred yuan a month--the equivalent of fifty dollars--and close to double that with overtime, but the pay was often late. The factory employed a thousand people, mostly women, either teenagers just out from home or married women already past thirty. You could judge the quality of the workplace by who was missing: young women in their twenties, the elite of the factory world. When Min imagined sitting on the assembly line every day for the next ten years, she was filled with dread. She was sixteen years old.

From the moment she entered the factory she wanted to leave, but she pledged to stick it out six months. It would be good to toughen herself up, and her options were limited for now. The legal working age was eighteen, though sixteen- and seventeen-year-olds could work certain jobs for shorter hours. Generally only an employer that freely broke the labor law--"the very blackest factories," Min called them--would hire someone as young as she was.

Her first week on the job, Min turned seventeen. She took a half day off and walked the streets alone, buying some sweets and eating them by herself. She had no idea what people did for fun. Before she had come to the city, she had only a vague notion of what a factory was; dimly, she imagined it as a lively social gathering. "I thought it would be fun to work on the assembly line," she said later. "I thought it would be a lot of people working together, busy, talking, and having fun. I thought it would be very free. But it was not that way at all."

Talking on the job was forbidden and carried a five-yuan fine. Bathroom breaks were limited to ten minutes and required a sign-up list. Min worked in quality control, checking the electronic gadgets as they moved past on the assembly line to make sure buttons worked and plastic pieces joined and batteries hooked up as they should. She was not a model worker. She chattered constantly and sang with the other women on the line. Sitting still made her feel trapped, like a bird in a cage, so she frequently ran to the bathroom just to look out the window at the green mountains that reminded her of home. Dongguan was a factory city set in the lush subtropics, and sometimes it seemed that Min was the only one who noticed. Because of her, the factory passed a rule that limited workers to one bathroom break every four hours; the penalty for violators was five yuan.

After six months Min went to her boss, a man in his twenties, and said she wanted to leave. He refused.

"Your performance on the assembly line is not good," said Min's boss. "Are you blind?"

"Even if I were blind," Min countered, "I would not work under such an ungrateful person as you."

She walked off the line the next day in protest, an act that brought a hundred-yuan fine. The following day, she went to her boss and asked again to leave. His response surprised her: Stay through the lunar new year holiday, which was six months away, and she could quit with the two months' back pay that the factory owed her. Min's boss was gambling that she would stay. Workers flood factory towns like Dongguan after the new year, and competition for jobs then is the toughest.

After the fight, Min's boss became nicer to her. He urged her several times to consider staying; there was even talk of a promotion to factory-floor clerk, though it would not bring an increase in pay. Min resisted. "Your factory is not worth wasting my whole youth here," she told her boss. She signed up for a computer class at a nearby commercial school. When there wasn't an overtime shift, she skipped dinner and took a few hours of lessons in how to type on a keyboard or fill out forms by computer. Most of the factory girls believed they were so poorly educated that taking a class wouldn't help, but Min was different. "Learning is better than not learning," she reasoned.

She phoned home and said she was thinking of quitting her job. Her parents, who farmed a small plot of land and had three younger children still in school, advised against it. "You always want to jump from this place to that place," her father said. Girls should not be so flighty. Stay in one place and save some money, he told her.

Min suspected this was not the best advice. "Don't worry about me," she told her father. "I can take care of myself."

She had two true friends in the factory now, Liang Rong and Huang Jiao'e, who were both a year older than Min. They washed Min's clothes for her on the nights she went to class. Laundry was a constant chore because the workers had only a few changes of clothes. In the humid dark nights after the workday ended, long lines of girls filed back and forth from the dormitory bathrooms carrying buckets of water.

Once you had friends, life in the factory could be fun. On rare evenings off, the three girls would skip dinner and go roller-skating, then return to watch a late movie at the factory. As autumn turned into winter, the cold in the unheated dorms kept the girls awake at night. Min dragged her friends into the yard to play badminton until they were warm enough to fall asleep.

The 2004 lunar new year fell in late January. Workers got only four days off, not enough time to go home and come out again. Min holed up in her dorm and phoned home four times in two days. After the holiday she went to her boss again, and this time he let her leave. Liang Rong and Huang Jiao'e cried when Min told them her news. In a city of strangers, they were the only ones who knew about her departure. They begged her to stay; they believed that conditions at other factories were no better, and that to leave or to stay would be the same in the end. Min did not think so.

She promised she would return for a visit after she got paid at her new job. Min left that same day with a few clothes in a backpack and the two months' wages that the factory owed her. She did not take her towels and bedding with her; those things had cost money, but she couldn't bear the sight of them anymore.

In ten months on the assembly line, Min had sent home three thousand yuan--about $360--and made two true friends.

She should have been scared. But all she knew was that she was free.

* * *

In the village where Lu Qingmin was born, almost everyone shared her family name. Ninety households lived there, planting rice, rape, and cotton on small plots of land. Min's family farmed half an acre and ate most of what they grew.

Her future appeared set when she was still a child, and it centered on a tenet of rural life: A family must have a son. Min's parents had four girls before finally giving birth to a boy; in those early years of the government policy limiting families to one child, enforcement was lax in much of the countryside. But five children would bring heavy financial burdens as the economy opened up in the 1980s and the cost of living rose. As the second-oldest child, Min would bear many of those burdens.

She disliked school and did poorly. As long as she could remember, she was in trouble. She climbed the neighbors' trees to steal their plums; if she was caught she got a beating. Once when her mother ordered her to do chores, Min refused. "There are so many people at home. Why do I have to do it?" Her mother chased her for a quarter mile and hit her with a stick.

She was good at having fun. She learned how to swim and to drive a truck; she loved roller-skating and hid her injuries from her mother. "I have fallen every way there is to fall," Min said. "But you can't think about that." She was her father's favorite. One summer, he rented a truck and she traveled the countryside with him, selling watermelons from their farm. They drove during the day and slept in the truck at night; it became one of Min's fondest memories. Most migrants associated the place they came from with poverty and backwardness, and some were even reluctant to say the name of their village. But long after Min came to the city, she still talked about her hometown as if it were something beautiful.

In the late 1990s, both of Min's parents went out to work to earn money for their children's schooling. Her father worked in a shoe factory on the coast, but poor health drove him back. Later her mother went out for a year. Min boarded at a middle school in a nearby town but returned home every weekend to cook and wash clothes for her father and the younger children.

Almost all the young people in her village had gone out. When Min was still in middle school, her older sister, Guimin, went to work in a factory in Dongguan. Soon after, Min failed the national high school entrance exam and her parents considered having her go out, too. Guimin phoned home and urged them to keep Min in school; Guimin's factory wages, she said, would help cover the tuition. Their parents agreed, and Min enrolled in a two-year vocational high school. That made her one of the most educated people in the village--more educated than Guimin, who had sacrificed her own schooling to help the family.

Guimin came home for the 2003 lunar new year holiday and took Min away with her when she left. Min had one more semester of school, but she wanted to save the tuition and get a jump on the job hunt. She was thrilled to be leaving home; she had never ridden on a train or seen a factory. "I wanted to get out early, learn some things, and see the world," she said.

In Dongguan, Guimin rented a cheap hotel room for Min and found her a job in a Japanese factory that made liquid crystal displays. Min worked there for a month and left. She had never been in a place where she didn't know anyone, and she was so lonely she couldn't bear it. She returned to the hotel and found a job at another factory but didn't take it. Her sister offered to continue paying for the hotel room, but Min felt herself becoming a burden. At a bus station, she spotted a help-wanted flyer for a quality-control job on the assembly line of an electronics factory. She dialed the number on the ad--many were just scams to trick migrants out of their money--and the person who answered the phone gave Min directions to the factory. It was a three-hour bus ride to the southeast tip of Dongguan and Carrin Electronics, the place where Min spent her hard year alone.
The minute she entered the factory grounds, Min realized the place was worse than the Japanese factory she had just left behind. But it was too late to turn back, and she did not want to ask her sister's help again. She was getting used to being on her own--it was better that way.

From the Hardcover edition.

Table of Contents

Part 1 The City

1 Going Out 3

2 The City 17

3 To Die Poor Is a Sin 44

4 The Talent Market 72

5 Factory Girls 98

6 The Stele with No Name 120

7 Square and Round 171

8 Eight-Minute Date 206

9 Assembly-Line English 246

Part 2 The Village

10 The Village 269

11 The Historian in My Family 303

12 The South China Mall 334

13 Love and Money 360

14 The Tomb of the Emperor 377

15 Perfect Health 388

Sources 409

Acknowledgments 417

A Reader's Guide 421

What People are Saying About This

From the Publisher

"Brilliant, thoughtful, and insightful." —-Lisa See, author of Snow Flower and the Secret Fan

Customer Reviews

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See All Customer Reviews

Factory Girls 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 36 reviews.
Vermillion_Bear More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. It was really interesting to hear about the young women leaving home to pursue a better life in China's industrial cities. It was nice for Leslie to show the contrast of their lives back home in their rural villages, compared to how they live life away from home in an urban environment. How they are able to change identities and how easy it is to lose track of someone if anything happens to their cellphone. Just shows how much of a migrant life these young women lead. I was surprised to learn that some of the factories were so large, that they had their own communities with housing, markets, and community areas such as parks and schools for migrant families. The book doesn't only focus on girls in factories, since there is a small chapter on bar girls and "working" girls. This book really makes me want to visit China and see the economic and physical changes taking place there. Great read and very interesting. I hope Leslie Chang writes another book soon.
cestovatela on LibraryThing 5 months ago
While many books about China explore the ravages of the Cultural Revolution or the terrible working conditions inside its modern-day sweatshops, Factory Girls explores contemporary China through the perspective of its own citizens. The book focuses on the life of two young women who left their village for a big-city factory and began the slow climb up the ladder of economic success. What many Westerners would see as unbearable working conditions represent freedom and opportunity for these young women, who might not relish life on the assembly line but enjoy the chance to escape from traditional gender roles, earn money, and seek their own path in life. I was struck by how much their stories resembled the stories I have read about young women who flocked to Chicago in the early twentieth century, and even the shifting web of dishonest corporations and transitory friends I experienced while teaching English in Japan. I gave the book three and half stars instead of four for lack of organization and a few boring chapters about the author's own family history. Even so, this book is a fascinating snapshot of a country in development, and better yet, how that development is reshaping the lives of its people.
KarenSkullerud on LibraryThing 5 months ago
This is a must read for anyone who uses anything "made in China"! Well written by an American-Chinese journalist who not only tells the story of the Chinese working girls in South China, but also learns about her own roots in China along the way. Reads like a novel.
Citizenjoyce on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Factory Girls is set mostly in the Guangdong province of China where, among other things, 1/3 of the world's shoes and are made. The girls who go out from their rural farms to try to earn money and find an exciting life working in factories are the epitome of Norman Rockwell American cliched individualism. In fact cliche seem to be the basis for much of their planning. They are taken advantage of at every turn, cheated, mistreated, overlooked and overused and keep on striving for a better life. The book is fascinating on both a political and personal level. These young girls, and 80% of the workers in the factories are young women, come from farms where they have little power, where the living is communal, where the eldest male is the person to make decisions about everyone's life. They go to factories where they are all on their own, and they emphasize the fact that there is no one to help them, their decisions are their own. The bunk in factory rooms with 4 to 11 other women, they work 8 (at the least) to a mandated 12 or more hours a day with Sundays and maybe half day Saturdays (when business is slow) off. They scheme to find a way to earn a few hundred more yuan a month. They jump factory to factory, they turn to their families for advice but frequently don't heed it, they send money home to the farm but begin spending for themselves. They buy shoes and clothes, makeup, vitamin supplements and above all cell phones - their life lines. They meet men, they have affairs, they may not marry, they fall for pyramid schemes and they start their own businesses. They chase the American dream of personal and financial independence. I think most American women would never want their lives, but it appears more and more rural Chinese are going out to the factories and never going home to family control again. China is changing. These women don't care about politics, but the release from the power of family authority must effect the politics of the country, I would think.
TomWaitsTables on LibraryThing 5 months ago
This is a book worth your time.Leslie Chang¿s book is a collection of stories: the stories of the rural women who left their homes for the city, the unfolding of China, and Chang¿s own family history.Chang makes the journeys of the millions of rural women migrant human by following the lives two women, Min and Wu Chunming, as they went out into the city, seeking jobs and a better life than their parents¿. She really engages the in the course of their lives as they first arrive in the wilderness of the city, following in the footsteps of someone¿s ¿gone out¿ before, either a family member or someone they know from their village. Although there are risks---for example, Chunming was almost sold into prostitution---there¿s no real alternative. But it¿s not all about economics. Like most Westerners, I automatically assume the reason behind the migration is economics, so I was surprised to learn that another major driving force was boredom: "There was nothing to do at home, so I went out." Another misconception I had was, I¿d thought that the migrants would go off to the city and work in the factories for a while, and then head back home to retire on their parents¿ farm. But I was wrong (and again, it was a woman who corrected me :J); they¿re making a life in the city. For example, when Min does go back home for the Chinese New Year, within a day (or so), she¿s itching to head back to the city, even though she¿d complained about how much work there is. Nor is it only Min and her older sister, Guimin, the ones who went to the city. Her younger siblings who are still home don¿t know much about the workings of the farm, either (there is a funny moment when Min¿s younger sister, Sar, goes out to feed the chickens that¿s lifted right out of "City Slickers"). It¿s as if the two generations have been severed from one another. That¿s another surprise: the fact that Min has four siblings. Once they¿re home, the boredom comes into play: there simply isn¿t anything to do back home (aside from the TV), and she¿s changed, home may be the same, but she isn¿t. And her parents, who did migrate to the city for jobs and came back home to the farm, there¿s a pervading feeling of . . . being stuck on the farm, and there¿s a wall between them (Min¿s parents wants her to come back to their village, get married, and start her life there, while Min wants something else entirely). There are other changes. With her new economic muscle, the balance has shifted at home, and the traditional Confucian hierarchy has almost upended. Another surprise was the sheer chaos and ad hoc-ness of the migration; it was like the pioneers going West; they just went and winged it. And their daring, how they hopped from one job to another without refrain, was amazing. There are Chunming¿s diary entries, her efforts to improve herself, so that she might become someone else and thus be happy. Chang---the author---really delves into the migrants¿ lives, and takes the reader along in a way that although is intimate, does not seem intrusive. She¿s a good storyteller.Chang manages to weave in her insights of China into the migrants' threads without faltering. The story flows pretty evenly, although . . . Her own family's history, though, wobbles here and there. Um, that's a bit vague. What I mean to say is, there are instances when Chang is right in the middle of telling Min or Chunming's story when she interrupts it to veer into her own family's history in China. I'm not suggesting that it doesn't add depth to the overall story, just . . . maybe she could've used some more segues in that transition. But those instances are more often than not the exceptions. She's very discerning. One of her most intriguing insights she had was, as the migrants began gathering economic muscle the hierarchy shifted from a top-down order to a more horizontal order. They become less constrained by tradition and orders from back home (for example, how Min dealt with her parents when she's job-hopping or
jeanie1 on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Great Book. Suprised at some of the editing mistakes. Wish there were pictures
skent on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Leslie Chang, a Wall Street Journal correspondant, lived in China for a year, during which time she researched this book. Her primary objective was to gain an understanding of the lives of the girls and young women who leave their families in the countryside to go to work in the factories in Dongguan, and here she gives a fascinating account of modern Chinese life. Several chapters are also devoted to researching her own family's past.. If you liked Jan Wong's Beijing Confidential you'll enjoy Factory Girls.
nakedsushi on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Factory Girls is a non-fiction book written by an Chinese-American journalist. It focuses on the stories of girls who immigrate from rural Chinese villages to factories in more urban areas of China. The girls work in shoe factories, purse factories, factories that make one specific plastic piece for a larger item, and a lot of other factories, but their stories are all the same ¿ they left the village for better opportunities.I¿m glad that someone finally wrote a book like this. People in America like to focus on poor working conditions of factories in China, but what they don¿t realize is that a lot of the people working in those factories would rather work 14 hour days sitting in an assembly line and earning 10x the amount they make doing back-breaking work on a farm. The author does a great job showing the lives of these girls who leave their village without imparting any judgement on them or their bosses.I enjoyed reading the stories of the handful of girls who worked at one factory, jumped to the next, jumped to another job, and so on, but I thought the author¿s own story of her family felt a bit tacked on. It made the book feel like it was trying to be two separate books. The author¿s story could have gone in a separate book about families affected by the Communist Revolution.The book is easy to read. Even though the factory girls¿ stories started sounding similar toward the middle of the book (that was the point), it never felt like a chore to read. I¿d recommend the book to anyone interested in the side of the story that doesn¿t usually get covered in western newspapers.
Megabaker on LibraryThing 5 months ago
This was a great book to learn more about conditions in China's urban factories for the young migrant workers. That said, it has a very narrow perspective, focusing on just a couple of workers who may or may not be representative of the whole. I wished for more numbers to go along with the anecdotes, and for the author to draw more conclusions regarding the factories and workers. The author maintains journalistic neutrality almost too well. At times, I also found myself wondering how honest the workers were with the author, particularly since Chang freely admits that dishonesty is a part of the factory culture.
debnance on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Chang spends three years in China, following the lives of several young women who have moved from rural China to find jobs and money and success and love in urban China. This is not the story I¿d been expecting; city life turns out to be a big plus for most of the women in this book. Those for whom city life is not so well suited quickly return home, usually to try again on another day. For the most part, the women have a place to stay and are earning money. There are sad stories, too; companies close down and fail to pay their workers and women find they are working incredibly long hours for minimal pay. But the women generally begin to adjust to the six day work week and the long hours per day. Soon the women want to find ways to improve themselves and move up in the company hierarchy. This, too, is possible in the big city. The only jarring note for me was Chang¿s side story about her own family; why was this included in this book? No one in Chang¿s family was a factory girl. Had I been Chang¿s editor I¿d have saved this story for another book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
BrianGriffith More than 1 year ago
This is marvelous reporting, with a personal touch and a gigantic scope. Chang checks out the greatest migration in world history--the 160 million-plus village job seekers who have flooded into China's urban industries. And most of these people, it seems, are just girls--leaving home, moving out, and moving up. Chang befriends some, sharing their stories of pounding the pavement between jobs, slaving 14-hour days, living in factory dorms, and constantly scheming for a better life. The schemes are the main things that drive the action. These girls are trying to teach themselves English, taking semi-bogus skills seminars, lying about their experience in job fairs, moving up to secretary or sales rep. Most of the girls Chang meets are lonely, justifiably paranoid, and fearsomely self-reliant. Their ambitions and desires are the real force driving China's transformation. Chang weaves in the story of her own family, with its earlier generations of pioneering migrants. I think this part of the book is a bit too long and detailed, but it helps set a wider context for the present drama. Her book is about migrants, their adventures, their courage, and the change they bring to the world. It's about people, not social trends. But along the way, Chang can't help but paint a big picture. And for me, several things stand out about modern China. One is that, unlike the cities of Mexico, Brazil, Kenya, or India, China's cities are not surrounded by migrant shantytowns. The factories mostly have prison-like dormitories for the migrants. Also, China's villages remain intact. The laws prevent landlords or moneylenders from evicting whole families and villages off the land. Only the semi-willing job seekers go to the city and enter the Satanic mills. On the whole, the setting Chang paints looks grim. But the characters are pulsing with life and hope. --author of A Galaxy of Immortal Women: The Yin Side of Chinese Civilization
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I finished this book because it is an area that one doesn't read about often. It was often disjointed and boring, however.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book was a good book at a great price. I needed this book to read for college. This was one of the cheapest copies that was new online. I also got free shipping because I bought all my school books online at barnes and nobels. Shipping was good. The price was great.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago