Jiang Changhe thought to himself that Eldest must really be used to slacking off at home, having never really worked, but how tiring could the work at the transport company be? Could it be more tiring than farming at home?
If they paid him twenty-three yuan a month, he'd be willing to do anything!
Jiang Changhe also felt that his big brother was a bit too delicate.
Although he was quick-witted and eloquent, when it came to doing physical work, he really wasn't as good as himself or Laosan.
If he could get a job at the transport company, not to mention working night shifts for ten days or a half month, even if it was every night, he could hold up!
Zhang Guihua felt humiliated being contradicted by her son in front of so many people, her face turned dark and she glared as she muttered, "Fine, Jiang Changhai, you ungrateful thing, just side with her. There will come a day when you'll regret this."
