The next day, early in the morning.
A large truck arrived at Shuangshan Brigade.
The road was extremely uneven, causing Fang Zhitong to experience a bumpy drive all the way.
By the time he reached the entrance of the village, his face had turned green.
This place is so remote, and the road is too full of potholes.
Lin Fu had been waiting at the entrance of the village early on, his aged eyes sparkling with excitement as he saw the truck approaching.
"Ah, you've had a hard time this early in the morning, Comrade Fang."
He hurriedly went up to greet him and shook hands with the young driver.
Fang Zhitong extended his hand, his face a portrait of exhaustion.
Before coming here, he had just finished another drive and was feeling very tired.
Now he just wanted to get a good sleep.
"It's my duty. Let's unload the truck quickly!" Fang Zhitong couldn't help but yawn as he spoke.
