In the blink of an eye, the day to return home had arrived. Tong Yao had booked three train tickets for the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month. Before the milk tea shop went on vacation, she gave each of the staff members a red envelope containing ten yuan, which moved a few of the staff members to tears.
Ten yuan might not mean much to a wealthy person, but for their financially struggling families back in the village, it equated to two to three months of household living expenses.
All the vegetables and grains in the village were grown in their own fields, and under the daily frugality in which they scarcely had meat to consume, they didn't need a lot of money. With Tong Yao's ten yuan, they could buy a few kilograms of meat for their families for the New Year.
The modest sum finally gave them a small way to repay the labor and sacrifice of their parents, who had been their providers since birth.
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