Yang Liqun said happily, "A truck would be even better, of course. Sorry to trouble you, Lin Lan." She had thought a tractor for the wedding procession would be great, but a big Dongfeng truck would be far more impressive.
"Don't mention it, Sister," Lin Lan said with a smile. "I'll go home and have Xiangyang borrow the big Dongfeng truck from Uncle Da for your wedding procession."
Yang Liying added, "We're going to open the shop tomorrow. Have Zhigang send some pork intestines over for me."
"Alright then, I'll let you get back to it. I'm heading off," Lin Lan said. She waved, stepped off the ridge between the fields, and pushed her bicycle away.
Just as she reached the production brigade's sunning ground, she ran into Sun Xiuhua carrying bundles of seedlings. The moment Sun Xiuhua saw her, she dropped her baskets and blocked Lin Lan's bicycle.
