When Ding Ancheng and Yi Roujing got on the tractor, it was loaded with many things, mostly vegetables, and a big, round watermelon.
Ding Xiaoding said it was given by the villagers, grown in their private plots, a token of their goodwill, though it couldn't compare to the wild boar meat; after all, vegetables cost money in the city too.
"Take it slow, Shengwu," Ding Xiaoding called out to Ding Shengwu, who was driving the tractor, before leaving.
"Teacher Ding, you're really amazing, going up the mountain and hunting a wild boar. It's this," Ding Shengwu gave Ding Ancheng a thumbs-up before starting the engine.
Ding Ancheng humbly said a few words and stopped speaking.
Ding Shengwu drove them to the place where the communes' buses depart, helped them load the things on the bus, and then left. By the time they arrived at the county station, it was dinner time.
Ding Anguo was waiting at the station entrance, and he tied the stuff they brought onto the bicycle to take it home.
