Because of the early transfer of the store, she lingered around the area for a while longer.
She wanted to wait for the factory to close, to see the flow of workers and the business situation of the surrounding shops.
However, before the end of the workday, people had already begun trickling back from the direction of the coal mine.
Slacking off at work, muddying the waters on the way home, this was a major characteristic of many state-owned enterprises of the era.
She stood beside the gate of the residential area for the families, silently counting the pedestrian traffic while observing which shops the workers preferred to patronize.
As she was busy with her task, she suddenly spotted someone she knew.
Xia Chengzu?
Xia Chengzu, the older cousin who took her spot as the child of a martyr to get into the factory, was happily escorting a female comrade, walking towards her.