830. Own Brothers

"Erbao and Zhou Dayong had just met, but they hit it off right away:

"You're not from around here, are you?"

"No, I'm not. I used to work with a foreman, everyone called him 'Boss.' He was a decent guy. He said he needed more people this time, asked us if we were willing to come make money for a couple of months, so I came."

He chuckled heartily, his face full of anticipation:

"Working like this for two months, I can go home when it gets cold, it doesn't delay the New Year, and I can make a good sum of money…"

The road worker was stunned for a moment: "But isn't this the road leading to the village?"

He glanced at the only road: "Building houses for the village, and they still need to recruit people from outside?"

"You say that…" the man prone to car sickness wasn't pleased:

"Aren't you also from outside? Everyone has gone out to work, how many locals are there?"

That was true, and the road worker across couldn't say anything back.