Zhao Tian nodded, "I know, Yuanyuan has also arranged for the farm over there to plant medicinal herbs."
"Will you be going to work next year?"
Zhao Tian nodded, "Yes, I'll go to work. I haven't done any work this year. If I'm not feeling well, I won't work. Now it's still the same official work points, so I'll find some lighter work."
He didn't say that his wife died from exhaustion, otherwise Qing Jie would never be able to lift his head in the village again. His wife is already gone, so he should focus on his son.
"Alright, just figure it out yourself. Anyway, life has to go on.
Qing Jie is going to work at the cement factory, so it's just you and his wife staying in the village. Without work, where will you get food?"
"Yes, I know. I'll get to work when I come back, even if I die from exhaustion, at least it would be at home."
"What are you talking about? What kind of work could cause you to die from exhaustion?"
