An Ning and An Guoming left home and waited at the village entrance for a while until the oxcart heading to town arrived.
The old man driving the oxcart was using the village's ox, as there was no farm work for it at the moment.
So, the village chief had the old man take the oxcart to town every few days to make things convenient for the villagers.
The two of them got a letter of introduction from the village chief, rode the oxcart to town, and then bought bus tickets to the county seat.
An Ning felt a little nauseous after getting off the bus. When she saw An Guoming throw up again, she couldn't hold it in any longer and threw up too.
Riding that bus in the middle of summer was truly an… experience.
"No wonder humanity had to develop technology."
An Ning remarked wistfully as she watched the bus drive away.
She took the slightly queasy An Guoming by the arm and started walking slowly toward the textile factory.
"Need a ride?"
A cycle rickshaw had pulled up beside them.
