For the next week, Yang Yongqiang did not dare touch Li Long's tractor.
Of course, as far as Li Long was concerned, driving into a wall was perfectly normal. In his previous life, he had seen plenty of novice drivers confuse the brake and the accelerator. And over the next dozen or so years, quite a few people in the team would buy tractors. Driving into ditches and overturning them would be common enough. It was nothing much.
It was not that Yang Yongqiang lacked nerve. He simply had not driven or practiced enough. His face had gone white mostly because he was worried he had caused a bigger loss and made a mess of things.
In fact, the wall had truly stood the test. Even at full throttle, the tractor had done little to it and had stalled itself instead.
Of course, another reason was that Yang Yongqiang had not hit it at maximum power and speed. Running into a wall in first or second gear did not generate that much force, or kinetic energy.
Otherwise, the wall would certainly have suffered more than a dent.
Yang Yongqiang had mixed up some mud and patched the dent right then. He had worked very carefully, smoothing it so evenly that once it dried, that patch actually stood out from the rest-the other parts of the wall were not nearly as smooth.
Word eventually got out, and Yang Yongqiang himself was the one who spread it. According to him, a young man in the village he got along well with had wanted to ask Li Long for a turn driving the tractor, just to try it, but had worried Li Long might refuse, so he had approached Yang Yongqiang instead. After all, everyone in the team now knew that Tao Daqiang