Some among them were over seventy, having spent their entire lives silently on this land, never stepping beyond this familiar yet secluded world. At this moment, facing goods they had previously only heard of in distant rumors, their eyes shone with a childlike curiosity.
"Sister, look at this. What kind of thing is it? It’s shiny and feels so slippery," an old woman said, holding a plastic basin as if it were a rare treasure, turning to ask the person beside her.
"I have no idea either. I reckon it’s for washing your face. It looks much more modern than the wooden basins we use at home!" The woman she asked leaned in, examining it closely with eyes full of wonder.
Chapter 438