"Second Uncle, do you think they'll accept it?" Li Shuangjiang felt this trip would be in vain.
"Try to make them accept it. They've helped us a lot. In the future, we might need them again, and we can't just take advantage of them for free."
Li Shuangjiang had great faith in Li Yungui. If Second Uncle said so, then it must be that way.
Li Yungui also had some people cover the cabbages with straw mats before tying them up with ropes.
The two were wearing cotton hats and cotton coats. Li Shuangjiang was afraid that wearing cotton gloves would affect driving the tractor, so he didn't wear them.
"Put them on quickly, how can you bear this cold?"
"Second Uncle, I'm afraid my hands will slip."
"Soon your hands will get stiff, and you still won't be able to hold the steering wheel." Li Yungui handed the cotton gloves to Li Shuangjiang, while he kept his hands tucked inside his sleeves.
Honestly, the weather was really cold now. The wind felt like knives cutting on the face.
