"But, Uncle, I have a small condition."
Shen Nian blinked and looked at Miao Changquan.
"Wh-what condition?"
The mere thought that his leg, crippled for so many years, might actually one day recover, made Miao Changquan's voice start to tremble.
"Well, since you'll be working at our family's farm, you obviously can't keep living here. Plus, you're going to be in charge of sales, so you'll need to upgrade your wardrobe. But most importantly, Uncle, you have to get a driver's license."
"A driver's license?"
Miao Changquan wasn't bothered by the first two conditions, but Shen Nian's final words surprised him.
'The driver's license Shen Nian mentioned… it couldn't be the kind I'm thinking of, could it? I've ridden bicycles, driven oxcarts, and operated tractors my whole life, but none of those required a license!'
'Only those big vehicles in the city need something like a driver's license!'
