"Okay, at that time I will give Dad a couple of pork knuckles to cheer him up,"
Having traveled through to the peaceful era, Jiang Mianmian knew all too well the fatigue of long-haul travel. Even doing nothing but sitting in the vehicle was exhausting.
But her dad, a man who disliked hardship, had struggled strenuously for the sake of their family.
Of course, she couldn't lag behind, so these past few days she had been studying diligently and conscientiously.
Another week passed and Jiang Changhai finally returned to the town by cargo truck.
"Changhai, are you going to the factory with me first, or?" Master Yang, the cargo truck driver, asked Jiang Changhai, seated in the passenger seat. They could rest for a day after their long journey.
"I won't be going back to the factory."
Jiang Changhai pointed at the street ahead, "Master Yang, just stop at that intersection up ahead, that'll be fine."
"Alright," Master Yang nodded his head.
