Shen Qing'e stared blankly at the screen.
It was the year-end holiday season, and her uncle's restaurant business was booming. Her aunt was bored at home, so she simply went to the restaurant to help collect payments, leaving Shen Qing'e alone at home.
She rarely had a chance to relax like this.
Unfortunately, Jiang Ning's visitor records had left her on edge.
Suddenly, a pop-up appeared on the screen, followed by the sound of a WeChat video call. It was unexpectedly a video call from her mother, and she hurriedly answered it.
On the screen was a middle-aged woman around forty. Unlike her well-cared-for aunt, she was clearly younger, yet looked considerably older.
Most people from rural Hui Province went to work in coastal cities. At least eighty percent of the young and able-bodied people in a village left their homes behind, and Shen Qing'e's parents were no exception.
Her father was a welder, mainly welding motorcycle frames. It was piecework, and if he worked hard, he could earn more than seven thousand yuan a month.
Her mother worked at a small factory processing little parts, earning less than four thousand yuan a month. Shen Qing'e had visited the coastal cities during winter and summer breaks, especially her mother's workplace, which was a private local workshop.
Though both were towns, most residents of Hui Town made their living farming or running small shops, with very little township industry.
Yet the towns in Jiang Province had a sort of flourishing prosperity where every household seemed to run a factory and be its own boss.
If people from Jiang Province were opening factories and becoming bosses, where did the workers come from? Naturally, they came from Hui Province, Yu Province, Xiang Province...
"Ezi, are you still at your uncle's house?" the middle-aged