Facing Shao Jiandang of the Huoguang Production Team, his old face weary, Wang Zhengguo squatted under the eaves of the office, smoking his cigarette in silence.
A little distance away stood a dozen or so strong laborers from the Huoguang Production Team.
They were classified as strong laborers, but they looked frailer than the elderly members of the Wanglou Brigade. Some were thin and wasted, others bloated and swollen, all shared the same pallid complexion with a blank expression in their eyes.