Yesterday, Li Baoyu and Lin Xiangshun went to No. 96 Logging Camp to haul timber. After loading up all the logs, they discovered the engine wouldn't start.
Lin Xiangshun worked on the truck until after seven in the evening. He ate dinner at the No. 96 Logging Camp and then spent the night in the Leader's shack.
This morning, they started driving back to the Forest Farm.
Lin Xiangshun had a problem—he couldn't sleep in strange beds. Whether it was a regular bed in the city or a heated brick bed in the country, he just couldn't sleep in a new place.
Since breakfast, Lin Xiangshun had been groggy. By the time they got onto the logging road, he couldn't take it anymore. He got out and handed the steering wheel to Li Baoyu, while he himself sat in the passenger seat to ride shotgun.
In those days, you didn't need a driver's license to drive in the mountains, and you didn't have to read road signs. You just had to grab the steering wheel and go.
