While waiting for the town mayor's funds, Bai Ruxue was busy teaching the people sent by Wang Jianjun to drive the tractor.
Wang Jianjun sent his younger son's elder brother Wang Zhiyong, who was eighteen years old and dropped out after third year of junior high school, with some cultural knowledge.
As the saying goes, "Don't let your resources benefit outsiders," given that his young son was suitable, he didn't seek out others.
The villagers also had a tacit understanding, although many were unhappy with the decision, no one dared to openly oppose it.
Bai Ruxue instructed Wang Zhiyong from beside him, and only after three days did she dare to sit there, fearing she wouldn't.
"Yes! Just like that, keep it up! You've been learning for three days now, if you don't learn it soon, I'm going to burst!" Bai Ruxue said, clenching her fists.
Worried that with one mishap, he'd drive the tractor astray like a rocket.
