"Young Master..."
Qin Weiyin licked her lips.
Although the literary aura of these people is thin, when accumulated, it can barely suffice for a meal.
Moreover, daring to block the owner's path, isn't that seeking death?
"Forget it, let's hide for now. Qinhuai is right there, how can they possibly run away?"
Zhong Shenxiu smiled and walked over with Qin Weiyin, sitting down at a roadside stall.
This was a restaurant, and it was a bustling time for business. Heaping bowls of white rice emitted fragrance, and all kinds of seasonal vegetables were available. If willing to pay a few more coins, there was fatty, greasy braised pork served.
'I must admit, no matter how exhausting and bitter the labor factories are, they are better than the countryside at this time. Why else would there be endless workers even after so many cases of accidental deaths and deaths from overwork?'
Qin Weiyin was somewhat puzzled as to why the master liked to observe the actions of these lowly people.
