The tractor chugged all the way to the commune and stopped in front of the supply and marketing cooperative.
No one dared to speak to Jiang Xingye, nor did he intend to talk to anyone. Once everyone got off the vehicle, he drove the tractor away.
Xu Qinghuan watched the tractor leave eagerly, unable to look away for a long time.
Yu Xiaomin was very worried, "Qinghuan, you should stay away from him in the future. He looks really fierce."
Xu Qinghuan responded with a "Hmm," and went to the station with Yu Xiaomin to take the bus, "I just wanted to ask when he'd leave in the afternoon. If it's in time, we could still catch his tractor."
"If we can't make it, then forget it!" Yu Xiaomin felt like she had escaped death itself. Even if she had to walk back, she didn't want to take that tractor again.
There's only one bus to the county every day: it departs at nine in the morning and returns from the county at three in the afternoon.
