The days for grain delivery were just a few, and the current mainstream thought was that sooner was better than later.
Thus, when the queue reached the grain depot, it was already a long line.
All were from various production brigades coming to deliver grain.
Kao Shan Village had a tractor, yet even so, they mobilized tractors, ox carts, horse carts, and donkey carts all together.
It was always a bit easier than carrying it on their backs.
But some brigades were poor, not to mention tractors, they barely had any livestock, purely relying on manpower to transport the grain to the depot, leaving everyone sprawled on the ground gasping for air.
Qin Jiu watched this scene, his gaze swept over the people lying on the ground, then blinked at Kao Shan Village's tractor.
"Aunt, how long do you think it will take for every production brigade to afford a tractor?"
Afraid of causing trouble, he spoke so softly it seemed the wind could blow it away.
Yi Chichi heard, "At most ten years."
