Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at herself and thought, how could she get clean at home like this?
Looking at herself from head to toe, it was simply unbearable to see.
For the first time, she had an impulse to bury herself.
"Mom, give me your bath ticket. I'll go to the bathhouse for a bath."
The bathhouse for the factory workers was right nearby, just turn left after going out, walk to the end, and there it was.
At this time, there was no concept of family bathrooms. Every household actually went to the bathhouse to bathe. Of course, the workers' bathhouse gave bath tickets to internal staff. Bathing there basically cost nothing, and one could bathe ten times a month.
Their family had two working members.
Fan Xiuying figured the same.
She wiped her hands.
And went to the drawer to find her bath tickets.
