Before they had rested for even an hour, some people had already gotten up of their own accord to work. One after another, without Li Long having to call them, everyone returned to their "posts" and started "work" again.
Thanks to that initiative, the road to another winter camp was finished that afternoon while the sun was still half a pole above the horizon. Meng Hai drove the tractor from the entrance of Talihaal's winter camp, compacting the road all the way to below Bek's winter camp, then on to the entrance of the third household's winter camp, Yersen's.
At that point, the Dongfanghong 75 tractor was no longer acting as a bulldozer, but as a road roller.
After a few more passes back and forth, the ground was compacted. Talihaal followed along in his small four-wheel tractor for two runs. Standing in the trailer and holding its railing, Li Long could feel how easily the little tractor traveled along this road.
Of course, a road like this would have some problems. Half of it ran through mountain gullies, and a heavy rainstorm could bring mudslides. He thought that once the entire road was finished, they could dig drainage ditches along the stretches that passed through gullies.
Just like the drainage ditches beside the Duku Highway, they would channel the water away so it would not wash out the road.
Of course, one advantage here was that every gully had very dense vegetation, making mudslides unlikely.
With the road finished, everyone cheered. Some began singing, while others called out work chants.
"All right, all right, stop shouting and get ready to eat." After riding back on the small four-wheel tractor, Li Long waited until it had stopped and the engine was off. Instead of climbing down, he stood on the