Early this morning, Li Ende and Li Mubo set out for the county town on foot. Since they left early and were used to the walk, they arrived at the gate of the county textile factory before nine o'clock.
It wasn't their first time here, but it was the first time they'd ever stopped to really look at it. And what a sight it was! The gate was impressive, the courtyard spacious. From the entrance, they could even see a small, two-story building inside. Wow, this factory must be rich. Everything they saw looked wonderful.
"Nice." Li Ende clasped his hands behind his back and offered a one-word assessment like an old cadre, provided you ignored the mud on his pant legs and his cloth shoes.
Li Mubo was also thrilled. "Yeah, nice." He couldn't think of what else to say, so he just repeated his uncle's word.
