"I used to lament missing the chance to go to the countryside, but now, it seems the factory is keen to ensure we don't miss out!"
"Seriously, I just sent my youngest son away a few days ago, and unexpectedly, now it's my turn."
"Why bother with this nonsense, mobilizing a gang of farmers to work... Processing matches isn't that hard, but they still have to farm, how could they possibly meet the quota?"
"Splitting a home in two, and that pay isn't enough for anything."
"Ah..."
"Ah..."
The two men in their forties grew more saddened as they talked, almost breaking down and crying.
Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei exchanged glances, awkwardly unsure of what to say.
They could empathize with their feelings.
Just imagine—
On a clear and sunny day, you're in the office, drinking tea, shaking your legs, reading the newspaper, and suddenly, you're told you're being dispatched to a rural area to set up a branch.
