And the few remaining workers also lacked energy, their zeal for work far from high.
The processing factory was going to close down in a few days—it would be strange if there was any enthusiasm.
"Why are there so few workers here?" Wang Dadong was puzzled and approached to ask the few workers.
An uncle stopped his work and lit a dry cigarette before he sighed and said, "Once we finish processing this last batch of Iron Tree Flowers, the factory will close down, of course there's hardly anyone left."
Wang Dadong felt even more curious, "Why close down? Aren't the Iron Tree Flowers from Iron Tree Village always in high demand? There's a large market need."
The uncle took a drag of his dry cigarette and slowly said, "Iron Tree Flowers are valuable, but what can you do if you can't harvest them?"