The telegram from their hometown was addressed to Dad. It contained no more than ten Chinese characters: "Junfeng and Junxian have bought tickets for Xinjiang."
Li Junfeng was coming too?
Li Long was somewhat surprised. Junfeng had come twice, earned money both times, and then gone home. He had a son at home. Back then, he had actually had the same chance as Junshan to become a worker.
But unlike Junshan, he was already married with a son. Both his parents were at home and looked after the family quite a bit, and they hadn't divided the household.
So he hadn't considered staying in Xinjiang. Why was he suddenly coming again now?
"Because he's run out of money, what else?" Li Jianguo sighed and said:
"As soon as this telegram arrived, Dad called back to ask. Apparently, his son is about to start school, and farming doesn't bring in money. He's spent most of what he earned in Northern Xinjiang those two years.
"Most of the people in our old team have gone to work along the southern coast. Dad set high requirements when he asked around, so few people wanted to come. But Junxian lives next door to Junshan and knows something about the situation, so he decided to come.
"Somehow Junfeng heard about it and insisted on coming along. You could say he's coming without telling us first."
Li Long understood. They had already bought their tickets. Even if he said they couldn't come, he wouldn't be able to stop them.
But this time, he had no intention of playing the nice guy. He had given Junfeng a chance last time, and Junfeng hadn't wanted to stay. There was nothing to be done about that. That opportunity had passed. This time, they were looking for long-term farmhands to