The tractor was idling at the entrance to the village, where villagers stood in line, tossing sacks of grain onto the vehicle one after another.
The Old Village Chief stood beside a ground scale, holding a notebook, weighing the grain and scribbling down figures as he worked.
"Hou Yong, you can't use this tractor today. We need to haul this batch of grain to the county seat. You'll have to either sell your stone flower seeds later or wait until tomorrow." The Old Village Chief glanced at Hou Yong, who was standing nearby, and spoke in a flat, indifferent tone.
Chapter 47