Upon hearing about Wang Zhengguo delivering grain to Wang Zhengjun, Feng Qingxue couldn't help but sigh.
"The world is too small, wherever we go, we always bump into acquaintances." The fish-selling sister, who didn't recognize her, was one, and the Aunt Cheng, who did recognize her, was another. Their family gained one more avenue of seeking help when in difficulty because of Aunt Cheng.
The significance represented by regular citizens and municipal officials is completely different.
Wang Zhengguo thought it was quite normal, "how many people are there in our county? Now there are only over twenty thousand left, and the majority live in commune and production teams. How many people live in the city? Two thousand? Seeing how small the place is, I don't think so. The population in the city is the same. In these past few years, food supplies are tight, urban populations easily become peasants, yet it's incredibly hard for peasants to move to the city."
