Tang Huai hung the helmet on the bike's handlebars, looked up at Huangguan Mountain, and said, "Took a few days off to come back and look at this mountain of gold."
At that moment, Tang Huai's second uncle, Tang Youqian, came over and said, "Mountain of gold, mountain of silver, none of it's yours; all you can do is look."
Tang Huai retracted her gaze, smiling at Tang Youqian, "Mining coal must have earned you quite a bit of money, hasn't it?"
Mining coal did pay better than farming, but Tang Youxin was slow with his hands and feet, mined less coal, and thus made less money than the other workers at the end of the month.
It was irritating to see others receive more pay than himself, but it was fair; after all, he was the one who mined slower, wasn't he?
Tang Youqian glanced at Tang Huai, "Of course I earned quite a bit; why, you're not thinking of becoming a coal miner, are you?"
The onlookers couldn't help but laugh at Tang Youqian's words.
