Seeing that the old lady had no intention of saying more, and with the surrounding diners changing the subject, clearly not wanting to continue this sensitive topic, Feng Qingxue didn't ask further. When she saw the old lady again, it was after learning the general situation of the cultural relics department in the afternoon. She walked into a nearby public toilet and was suddenly surprised to find that such a graceful and outstanding elderly woman was actually working as a manual night soil worker.
"You work here?" Feng Qingxue wasn't shocked in her heart, but rather unsurprised.
The old lady turned her head to see her, paused in her work of cleaning excrement, and suddenly smiled, "What's so strange about me working here? Isn't it an honor for people to trample on me?"
Feng Qingxue remained silent, for she had no words to respond.
The number of people who had fallen to the same situation as the old lady was countless.
