The commuter bus was moving fast and stopped in the suburbs. Zhang Ming and Liu Qiang exchanged glances, then looked towards the distance. There were indeed a few buildings silhouetted vaguely, but nearby was a garbage dump and a recycling station, and then there was a large area of low houses. At this time, enveloped in the morning light, many homes' chimneys were emitting smoke.
They had actually guessed it right.
It seemed everything was as they had envisioned. It was unclear whether they were excited or agitated, or perhaps tinged with vague disappointment, but anyway, Zhang Ming and Liu Qiang followed Xiang Yang towards the shanty area where he lived.
Along the way, when encountering acquaintances, Xiang Yang was very polite in greeting people.
And he even proudly introduced them as his coworkers.
These uncles and aunties kept praising them profusely.
Thus, Zhang Ming and Liu Qiang no longer felt that pig farming was something to be ashamed of.
