Zhou Yun asked, "So, how much does your sister make in a month?"
Zheng Xiaojue said, "Seems like just three thousand yuan a month."
"Three thousand? In Shanghai?" Zhou Yun asked in surprise.
"She's not in Shanghai, she's in Wuhan." Zheng Xiaojue said, "Including room and board, that salary is quite high."
Zhou Yun nodded and asked, "How many days can she rest in a month?"
"One day," Zheng Xiaojue said, "It's hard for them to find time to rest, they usually accumulate their resting time to go home for a visit."
Zhou Yun, upon hearing what Zheng Xiaojue had just said, startled and asked, "Do you mean that apart from the New Year, you haven't been home either?"
The wheel of Zhou Yun's work life spins incessantly, so does Zheng Xiaojue's as she follows along; Zheng Xiaojue can rest occasionally, only because Zhou Yun is resting and not working.
Zheng Xiaojue nodded and said, "Our home is too far away, it's quite troublesome to go back, so I usually don't."
