"Alright, Elder Zhang!" Yu Rong shrugged at Xiao Lin, showing his helplessness.
"Um, young man, are you from here..." Elder Zhang waved to Miao Jiu.
"I'm the one who wrote the report, and our villagers have been waiting for you for a long time." Miao Jiu's tears welled up with emotion: "We just lost a loved one yesterday, please, professors, you must save us!"
"Hmm, does the village have any power equipment?"
"Uh... about that!"
"There is one in the tent. Elder Zhang can take a look and then make plans!" Xiao Lin continued helplessly, as if some equipment was only available in that tent.
"Hmm!"
Faced with these advanced instruments, Elder Zhang and the others realized how crude their own portables were. Any one they took out seemed like a joke.
