Xu Qinghuan didn't say anything. Yu Xiaomin gave an awkward smile and changed the subject, "Auntie went to the commune to buy or sell things?"
"A few eggs, taken to exchange for soy sauce!" Liu Cailing's eyes turned and landed on Xu Qinghuan, "What are you, this young educated youth, doing here in the countryside? You can't carry anything on your shoulders or lift with your hands. Does your family send you money and tickets?"
Xu Qinghuan paid no attention.
She continued, "You educated youths have come here before, and couldn't do the work. Our production team has quite a few lads who work really well. My son, Hu Qiang, he's a top-notch worker, can handle any task..."
The tractor suddenly sped up, bounced twice abruptly, and Xu Qinghuan hurriedly held onto the tractor's crossbar. Liu Cailing nearly got thrown off, screamed in fright and scolded, "Xiao Wu, how are you driving, Auntie almost lost her life!"
