Mule cart, tractor, upon reaching the county town, they switched to a big Liberation truck with a rain canopy.
Zhang Hanchao sat in the cab, while Li Haiyang and a group of competing militiamen got into the rear compartment, all wearing the same military cotton jackets. These were new military supplies issued by the county to the participating militiamen just before boarding, much to the delight of everyone.
The truck jolted like a sieve, but none of the young people seemed to mind, full of excitement and anticipation, eagerly awaiting their efforts to shine at the regional contest and hopefully win a special county prize.
By the time they reached the area, the sky was already faintly light. Li Haiyang raised his wrist almost to his eyes to make out the hands and said, "It's not yet seven o'clock. Everyone get off the truck, do some activities on the spot, and I'll go buy some food coupons. Later, we'll head to the canteen for breakfast."
