Zhong Chang looked at the educated youth of the Shuangshan Brigade with smiles plastered over their faces, and inside she felt an indescribable churning anger.
The thought that, while they were picking up manure and digging ditches, these people would be sitting in a room with lights, reading books, made her feel like a heavy stone had been thrown into her chest, sinking heavily.
Why would that be fair?
Turning her head, she saw Qian Dilai next to her and found him even more irritating to her eyes.
All because this delusional wretch switched to their brigade; otherwise, she would not have been put in such a passive position.
Qian Dilai withdrew her gaze and as soon as she turned her head, she caught Zhong Chang's dissatisfied look, her expression stiffening.
"Zhong Chang, what's the matter with you?"
Obviously, her accent had begun to skew from mingling with the villagers.
