Li Anguo and his three companions got off the train, helped one another carry their luggage out of the station, and looked around, feeling somewhat lost.
South Wu City Station did not yet have all the high-rises it would have in later years. The square was large, but there were not many people, and the surrounding buildings were mostly single-story houses or low-rise buildings.
"Can you really make money in a place like this?" Chen Xingbang glanced around, deeply disappointed.
"Uncle, let's stop looking around and find somewhere warm, shall we? The wind's so strong here we'll be frozen meat in no time!" Li Long's cousin's son, Li Junfeng, said, covering his hands. "I'm regretting this already. We could've been so comfortable at home..."
"Come on. Dad said there's a Bayi Guesthouse to the right when we leave the station, and there are buses to Ma County in its courtyard. We're here now, so let's not back out. Besides, Junfeng, do you have the fare to go home?"
That was Li Anguo speaking.
Although he felt somewhat disappointed too, this was no time to dwell on such things.
"No, I don't." Li Junfeng gave an embarrassed laugh. "Wasn't I counting on coming here and making some money with you, Second Uncle, so I could afford to go back?"
Chen Xingbang wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing. Of the four of them, he and Li Anguo were the elders. Speaking up now would mean not only offering ideas, but surely contributing money and effort too. Money was tight for him, so he could not get the words out.
Chen Xingbang was also feeling somewhat dissatisfied. Coming to Northern Xinjiang to make money had been his idea, and he had gathered everyone together. Yet once they had decided to come,