"That's great!" Shen Weimin didn't answer Xu Changqing's question about her father's next move. He praised her first, then couldn't resist playfully tapping her nose.
'He already had a pretty good idea of what his father-in-law was planning, but what was the point of discussing it now? His father-in-law had been quiet for a long time. If he didn't make a move soon, he'd be on his way to becoming an immortal.'
Seizing this rare, quiet moment alone together, Shen Weimin first brought up the pressing matter of his own arrangements for Beijing.
After getting a word of approval from Xu Changqing, Shen Weimin went on to talk about how he'd been helping out by driving trucks to transport pigs recently. That's right, pigs!
As the twelfth lunar month approached, the pigs from the collective farms of the various communes under the county's jurisdiction started being sent to the food station one after another, and his job as an unofficial driver began.
