"Uncle Jiang, let me come with you. What if it flips over again?" Li Xiang leaped up and sat on the cover over the tractor's left rear wheel. This was the fender, made of sturdy, red-painted iron, and installed quite solidly. It even had black handgrips. There were two of them, one on each side, just enough space for two people.
'Yep, the spot on the right is for Jiang Cai'Er.'
Men on the left, women on the right. Li Xiang was quite particular about such things.
"Don't say that, it's bad luck. The new year is almost here," Jiang Jianguo chided with a laugh, though in reality, there were still about fifty days to go. He immediately started complaining, "This snow is too heavy. In all my years, I've rarely seen anything like it. I thought we'd be fine after putting on the snow chains, but who knew it would still flip over? I just hope the rest of the way is smooth."
Li Xiang sighed in sympathy and quickly reassured him, "It'll definitely be smooth from here on out!"
