Mrs. Lin paid the fare and, after getting off the ox cart, clung tightly to Lin Xiang's coat.
She was nearly forty years old and had only come to town a few times.
Although Mianyang Town wasn't prosperous, it certainly looked much better than the Li Hua Team; none of the clothes worn by the pedestrians on the street had patches.
The confidence Mrs. Lin showed in front of Lin Yun had now entirely turned into timidity.
Lin Xiang noticed the change in her mother's mood and gently held her hand, "Mom, I'm here with you, don't be afraid."
"Actually, city life isn't as good as you think. Except for those dual-income families, many people don't eat as well as we do. Look closely, don't many of them appear quite gaunt?"
They don't even look as robust as Mrs. Lin!
With Lin Xiang's words, Mrs. Lin straightened her back again.
She maintained her posture until they arrived at the gates of the cotton spinning factory, where her straight back bent down and refused to straighten.
