Li Long had been overthinking it.
As Li Xiangqian carried the ibex horns toward his bicycle, he told Li Long not to prepare anything. The Supply and Marketing Cooperative had people handling every aspect of things.
Lunch, tools, contacting the Publicity Department, vehicles for the work, coordinating personnel, and so on-Li Long only needed to coordinate with the herders.
Li Long immediately brightened. That saved him a lot of trouble.
He had no sense of being sidelined or underused. The fewer things he had to do right now, the better.
Li Xiangqian did not know what Li Long was thinking. Perhaps worried that Li Long might take it badly, he offered a few words of explanation as he wedged the Siberian ibex horns onto his bicycle's rear rack.
"It's not that we don't need you to handle these things. There are so many people in our cooperative. We can't have you be the only one who stands out. Of course, everyone knows you're capable, but we each have our own duties. Just do your part as our ethnic unity liaison."
Naturally, Li Long was happy to have less to do. He said goodbye to Li Xiangqian and drove his Jeep back to the Big Courtyard.
Passing the Purchasing Station, Li Long noticed more people coming there. Presumably, their thinking was much the same as Meng Hai and the others': bring out the things stored at home in spare rooms that they had no use for, exchange them for cash, then use the money to buy farm supplies.
Gu Boyuan had told him about this. The farm supply store at the Purchasing Station had therefore reopened. Gu Boyuan handled buying things, while Sun Jiaqiang and Liang Shuangcheng took alternating days at the store counter, selling goods and keeping accounts.
For this,