"Tell her to think it over! Young people these days can't handle any hardship; all they want is to sit in an office or be a salesperson..."
Su Jianguo shook his head, recalling the tragic experiences of laid-off workers in his previous life.
"Times have changed, why cling to old ideas..."
Wang Xiulan sighed and sat down again.
"Honey, don't be too angry. Yuzhen is still young and doesn't understand these things..."
"Sixteen years old and still young? I was already an apprentice in a factory when I was sixteen!"
Su Jianguo was still furious.
"She's just spoiled rotten; she can't handle any hardship!"
Just then, a loud bang came from the west wing, followed by Su Yuzhen's tearful screams.
"You all look down on me! You think I can't do anything right! I hate you!"
...
It was 5:30 in the morning, just as dawn was breaking.
Su Jianguo then rode that bicycle out of the city.
As dawn broke in the east, Su Jianguo could already see the outline of Sujiatun in the distance.
After rounding a mountain ridge, the scene before him made Su Jianguo slow down.
The golden cornfields stretched as far as the eye could see, the heavy ears of corn bending the stalks.
In the fields, the villagers had already begun their day's work. The men wielded sickles, the women deftly picked corn, and the children followed behind, picking up the fallen ears of corn.
The shouts, laughter, and the rustling sound of sickles cutting through the straw mingled together.
"Brother Jianguo! You're back!"
Zhang Dazhu straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a simple smile appeared on his dark face.
Su Jianguo stopped the car and braced himself on one foot.
"Dazhu, this year's harvest is quite good!"
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