"Fifty-seven point one kilograms!"
"Heavier, heavier!"
Zhao Qianju nimbly jumped off the scale, looked at the long line behind him, and said to Wang Tiejimu beside him:
"I'm half a kilo heavier today, how about you, Tiemu?"
Wang Tiejimu gave him a simple, honest smile:
"Uncle Zhao, I'm one kilo heavier, now I'm at forty-nine kilograms."
Zhao Qianju smiled and patted Wang Tiejimu's shoulder:
"Heavier is good, heavier is good. Over these days, we've become much sturdier."
It's quite strange when you think about it.
Ever since a few days ago when four of these strange 'weight scales' showed up at the construction site,
almost every time there's some downtime.
There's a large gathering of refugees...oh no, they're called workmates now, a large number of workmates gather in front of the scale.
All just to see if they're a bit heavier than yesterday.
Zhao Qianju was one of them.
