Li Yungui nodded excitedly. "That's great. Today Wang Shulin hauled away four units, we still have three at home."
"We're not at the point where we can mass‑produce threshers yet, so there's no need to be too high‑profile."
Li Yungui understood that too, but as long as there was money to be made, that was enough. Good stuff of course had to be kept a bit under wraps.
Li Cunshan was busy directing the sowing for the late crop, so busy his feet barely touched the ground, but it was a pleasing kind of busy.
Once all the late sowing in Li Family Village was finished, Wang Shulin came over again and took away four tractors; he was thinking of finishing all the late sowing within three days.
With the same idea in mind, Zheng Jixian intercepted two units halfway.
There was nothing Wang Shulin could do; they were all villages within ten li or so, and everyone got along well. He couldn't hog all the good things for himself.
