The people who had snapped back to reality glanced at Chi Yun'er again and again, a bit awkwardly. "Comrade, Jiang is driving the tractor. You'll find him if you just listen for the engine!"
The farm was built in a remote mountainous region. Though surrounded by rolling hills, it possessed a large expanse of flat, fertile land that few of the local residents had ever cultivated.
That was why the educated youths were assigned here. Combining manual labor with machinery, they had painstakingly transformed the area into what it was today. They achieved self-sufficiency early on and even had enough surplus grain to support their comrades in Mongolia.
In the countryside, being a tractor driver was an impressive and respectable job that not just anyone could handle.
Chi Yun'er thanked them and continued down the dirt road. After about ten minutes, she could faintly hear the distinctive chugging of a tractor engine.
