Seeing it was Jiang Jinyou, Zhao Jun smiled. "I haven't eaten yet. I was just thinking of boiling some water and having some dry rations."
As he spoke, Zhao Jun pulled a military-issue water bottle from his satchel and shook it at Jiang Jinyou.
"What?" Jiang Jinyou was taken aback. "What's wrong? Didn't Du Chunjiang prepare a meal for you?"
Zhao Jun just smiled. "I guess Du Leader doesn't think I'm worth the trouble."
"Damn it." Jiang Jinyou cursed, then walked to the edge of the kang, took off his shoes, and climbed on.
The workers at the logging camp were housed by job. The Gui Ling crew lived together, and the haulers lived together.
In this shack, they slept on a large, communal bunk—a massive kang that could fit more than twenty people.
Jiang Jinyou got onto the kang, dragged a set of bedding and two pillows to the edge, then got down and went to the foot of the east wall. From under a wooden rack, he pulled out a woven plastic sack.
