"Girl, what's wrong with you?"
The uncle couldn't help but ask.
Lin Nianhe snapped back to reality, shaking her head: "Nothing, uncle, just curiously asking, if more educated youth come, does every team have to accommodate them?"
"That's for sure," the uncle nodded, "but I heard there will be fewer people coming this time..."
The uncle himself shook his head after saying that.
This wasn't about how many people, but rather whether many or few, it's an utterly bothersome issue.
Lin Nianhe was also annoyed.
There was simply no more room in the front yard for female educated youth; if more came, they wouldn't squeeze into her place, would they?
If it really came to that, her good days would be over.
Not everyone can sleep like a log like Wen Lan; it would be too difficult for her to sneak out in the middle of the night.
Lin Nianhe was worried, but for the moment couldn't think of a good solution.
She was annoyed, and so was the uncle.
