Lin Xiazhu shook off Yan Xin's hand, walked over and stuffed three yuan into the tractor driver's hand, saying ingratiatingly, "We'll put our things on the tractor, please help us take them back, we won't get on the tractor."

"So how are you going to get back?" the driver asked casually.

“Let’s go buy a car,” Lin Xiazhu said.

The shop owner and the driver: "..." This kid is quite the braggart.

Yan Xin's eyes lit up as she listened, her heart pounding with excitement. Once the tractor had driven away, she pulled Lin Xiazhu aside and asked, "Are you really planning to buy a car?"

"Um."

"So what kind of car are you planning to buy?"

"You can drive a tractor, right?" Lin Xiazhu glanced at her and asked.

Yan Xin: "..." Who would dare to drive that thing? She certainly couldn't handle it.

Twenty minutes later, Yan Xin was pedaling a Phoenix brand bicycle with difficulty, heading back to town, while Lin Xiazhu sat behind her, cheering her on.

"Keep it up, Miss. This bicycle cost me over three hundred yuan. In this day and age, it's worth as much as a small bicycle. You should be proud."

"...Don't try to fool me. My family had a small bicycle back in the 1980s, before I was even born. Bicycles are nothing." Yan Xin was determined not to fall for her tricks, but she still had to ride the bike.

"Tsk, you're talking about the capital city, and your family's conditions are incomparable. You're in the countryside now, and you're a poor wretch. This bicycle is worth as much as a small bicycle." Lin Xiazhu comforted him with a smile.

"I believe you? Believe you for a second! There are people in town with motorcycles, and those things are considered pretty good." Don't think she doesn't know anything; riding a motorcycle isn't as dangerous as riding a bicycle.