Well-fed and watered, Xiaobao followed Uncle Liu into the workshop. As soon as they entered, Uncle Liu handed him a tattered burlap sack.
For many younger folks, burlap sacks might be a forgotten relic, now mostly replaced by woven bags. Unexpectedly, I found them again in the fish bait production workshop, like some kind of rare antique.
"Uncle, what am I supposed to do with this?" Xiaobao asked.
"Drape it over your shoulder; you'll need it for unloading from the assembly line soon! Otherwise, your clothes will wear out quickly!"
"Huh?"
Upon hearing this, Xiaobao immediately imagined scenes of dockworkers in old movies carrying burlap sacks.
"What do you mean, 'Huh'? In this workshop, everyone has to work. Did you think you were here on vacation?" While speaking, Uncle Liu also changed into an old T-shirt, threw another burlap sack over his shoulder, and sauntered toward the deeper part of the production line.
