Just as Li Long had expected, Wang the Miser was outside the courtyard repairing his tractor.
The Dongfanghong 75 Crawler Tractor had truly played an enormous role in agricultural production in Northern Xinjiang.
Without tractors like these, the millions of mu of cotton fields, grain fields, rapeseed fields, and the like that came later would never have existed.
In the beginning, the Corps members had pulled plows themselves to break new ground, mostly on reed flats and marshland.
Once they had tractors, land reclamation sped up, plowing efficiency multiplied several times over, grain production rose, and more people could be fed. Only then had large numbers of people come from Inland China.
But honestly, after so many years of use, these tractors naturally developed all sorts of problems. If it wasn't one thing, it was another.
When Li Long drove up in his Jeep, Wang the Miser was using a grease gun to lubricate the tractor. This grease was naturally not the kind used in cooking, but a lubricant.
Wang the Miser's worn work clothes were covered in oil stains. He probably never washed them; their original color was no longer recognizable.
"Xiao Long, you're here. Need something?" Wang the Miser wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and asked with a smile.
"I remember your tractor had a bulldozer blade. Does it still work?"
"Sure does. What for?"
"I'm planning to raise more cattle and sheep, so I applied for some land beside Old Ma's Place to build more Livestock Enclosures. It's a saline-alkali flat, so it's hard to work with. I want your bulldozer to scrape off the saline-alkali layer on top. Then I'll bring in sand and gravel for the foundations, so the salts don't work their way up after everything's built."
"Heh, only you