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Chapter 1197 - 601 A Covert Visit in Disguise

Chapter 1197: Chapter 601 A Covert Visit in Disguise

On the highway to the west of Sancha River Township, two small cars were moving one after the other, speeding towards Sancha River Township.

As they traveled, the passengers noticed that the road ahead, adjoining the village, was flanked on both sides by several stacks of freshly harvested soybean and corn stalks. Someone in the lead car with a local license plate spoke up, "Doesn’t this village fall under the jurisdiction of Small Gold River Township? What is Old Qian doing? He was notified just yesterday that today the highway must remain unobstructed no matter what, and yet he doesn’t take it seriously!"

Someone beside immediately took mental note—Old Qian from Small Gold River Township was not cooperating sufficiently...

Drying crops on the highway was inappropriate to begin with, but given the farmers’ hardships, it was generally overlooked, especially since the busy farming season didn’t last long. But now, with leaders coming in, to have the road so blocked that cars had to weave through, having to give way for oncoming vehicles, wasn’t this deliberately challenging the leaders?

However, the irritation didn’t last long; shortly after passing this section and going a bit further into the territory of Sancha River Township, there was a pleasant surprise.

The road was not only clean but also free of any scattered straw, which was not unusual during this season featuring frequent transport of crops.

Being clean was one thing, but surprisingly, any potholes had been filled in with gravel and asphalt.

And they had even... watered the road.

The person in the lead car commented again, "Old Chen is quite good at putting on a show for the facade, but he better not displease the people in the car behind us, that would be counterproductive."

Indeed, Assistant Meng in the car from Provincial City began to frown after a while. A young man accompanying him asked, "Isn’t it the height of the farming season? Isn’t this a bit of a hindrance to the agricultural work?"

Secretary Niu—who had been worried upon seeing the watered road—saw that Assistant Meng indeed showed some displeasure and immediately responded with a smile, "The township loves to fuss over things. We will most definitely have to give them a piece of our mind about this later!"

He was well aware that the leaders coming down this time weren’t the type to keep their hands clean of hard work.

Initially, the city had prepared various arrangements for today’s inspection, all of which were now redundant. Assistant Meng, with a wave of his hand, had split their group into several teams. They didn’t need to bring many cars; two per team was enough—one to prevent delays due to any vehicular mishaps and another as a guide, requiring someone local to assist when reaching the destination.

Thus, they began traveling from county to township.

Having observed two townships that morning, Secretary Niu wasn’t sure about the others, but Assistant Meng was quite knowledgeable about rural matters, clearly someone with experience in village life.

There’s a saying in rural areas that one "watches the sky to eat." During the busy season, time is indeed tight.

If the corn and soybeans are harvested and rainy weather sets in, corn can somewhat manage; you can hang the cobs up to dry, but soybeans are a different story. Hanging up the corn cobs is also a makeshift solution. In the humid climate of Wan City, those cobs would surely mold if left hanging through rainy weather.

Mechanization in the countryside isn’t advanced, so farming has to be done when the weather is good, starting before dawn and not heading back until the stars are out, which is perfectly normal.

So it’s impossible to completely prevent villages adjacent to highways from using them as a drying ground, and few places have the heart to ban it altogether.

That’s why Assistant Meng had no comments about the soybean and corn stalks on the road earlier, but cleanliness to the point of watering the road raised his objections.

As an aide to Assistant Meng, the young man mentioned his concern and then fell silent.

It wasn’t long before they saw a makeshift ’water truck.’

Too much praise would be given by calling it a water truck, as it was merely a small hand tractor pulling a cart, which carried a plastic barrel that had been repaired countless times. The method of watering was simple—a senior driver in the front, with a child in the back, playfully squeezing the water hose, sprinkling water across the road.

Passing the truck had been uneventful; however, as their car was about to overtake the ’water truck,’ the passengers heard the child shout, "Grandpa, can’t you clean this car up a bit? I’m almost suffocated by the stench sitting here!"

The old man chuckled, "You cheeky brat, where’s the smell? I’ve scrubbed it several times already..."

Indeed, the ingenuity of the masses is boundless—it seems this vehicle, originally used for transporting manure, had been repurposed as a water truck.

While Secretary Niu was feeling anxious, Assistant Meng suddenly said with a laugh, "Let’s go have a look at the threshing area ahead. This village did well; they’ve even got threshers."

It was a drying field where masses were busy as usual, like most places this time of year, turning over dried soybeans and corn. People sat in the shade peeling corn cobs, and no one was idle.

The difference was that this field had two threshers driven by hand tractors—don’t be surprised, tractors in the village are treasured like magical