"Although moving goods is a bit tiring, it pays more, thirty-five dollars a month, five dollars more than working in the factory."
Zhou He's words instantly lit up Mom's eyes — thirty-five dollars, that's four hundred and twenty dollars a year?
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll go back and tell Xiaoqiang, Xiaoqiang will definitely do it." Mom said immediately, no longer caring about the lack of prestige in moving goods; as long as it brings in money, what's not to do?
...
"Mom, moving goods is so tiring, and I'm all skin and bones — do you want to work me to death?"
When Zhou Qiang heard it was about moving goods, he was immediately dissatisfied; he couldn't do it, it was too exhausting.
"Slap."
Mom slapped him and said, "Your brother-in-law can do it, why can't you?"
"Mom."
Zhou Qiang looked at her with dissatisfaction and frustration and said, "You don't love me anymore."
