"Hey, have you heard? The boss wants to distribute winter clothes to children under the age of 12." A woman in her thirties held her companion back and said enviously.
Her companion pursed their lips and said, "This is all news from a few days ago. The clothes are already ready, and you've only just heard? Alright, no matter how envious you are, you don't have a share."
"It's true that I don't have a share, but my son does. He's only eight years old this year, which makes him nicely qualified to receive the winter clothes. I wonder if Boss will still want to hire workers next spring."
"Do you have time? Magistrate Fang has given us so much land. Just the work in the fields is enough to keep us busy."
