With hands on hips, Mo Yan paced back and forth in front of Feng Yi, her brows furrowed confrontationally, "You should know that the only reason we even had the chance to take part in the written exam and interview at that factory was all thanks to your Mother Qi."
"Of course, if it weren’t for Sister Kang Li, your Mother Qi might not have been willing to help us. And now, because of some ’brotherhood loyalty,’ you’re about to give up the job opportunity that fell into our laps. Who are you being fair to, huh?!"
Feng Yi said, aggrieved, "You’re using foul language."
"So what if I did? What are you going to do about it?"
Mo Yan rolled her eyes, her face grave, "If one of us starts working, at least we would have an income and not have to go to bed hungry every day. But if you give up this job opportunity,
"then I reckon we’ll really have no way of staying in the city. We’ll have to take our bedding rolls and run off to the countryside to join a work team, and then toil away day after day, with our faces toward the dirt and our backs to the sky, just to earn our food. Think about it, you’re not unfamiliar with fieldwork!"
He had undergone reform through labor on a farm, and he certainly didn’t believe she had no profound feelings about clutching farm tools and scrabbling for food in the dirt.
Feng Yi shivered abruptly.
When it came to laboring in the fields... he had too much experience! His thoughts involuntarily drifting back to the days he was detained on the reform farm, Feng Yi’s expression slowly grew pained. Noticing that something was off with him, a startled Mo Yan hurriedly approached, "What’s wrong? What’s happening to you?"
Crouching on the ground, Feng Yi hugged his knees, his forehead slick with cold sweat, his mouth trembling, his complexion pale. In that moment, he could not stop shivering all over.

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