"If you want to go, take your own people. Anyway, my people won't be going."
"What do you mean 'your people, my people'? We all come from the same village and have known each other since we were kids. Even if you don't think about yourself, think about your son. Besides, didn't Big Camphor Tree say that they would exchange supplies for food? They did keep their promise, right?"
That person named Shan Feng curled his lips, even though he had also gone to exchange food with this friend before.
Even at the most critical times, if it weren't for the willingness of Big Camphor Tree Base to exchange some food, those people with Shan Feng would have starved long ago.
But, in this world, there are all kinds of people.
Even if you are good to them, they won't be grateful. On the contrary, they will feel that you haven't given enough.
So he curled his lip and said, "The exchange rate is too low, one ton of rebar for only two pounds of rice. Isn't that just ripping people off?"
