C117 A drunk man is not a drunk man

Today's harvest was not small, from dawn to sunset. Brother Meng's bulldozers had already cleared out another 20 mu of land.

At this rate, in less than two months, more than a thousand mu of land would be cleared. By the end of the year, at least three or four thousand acres could be made.

After a long time, the sky turned dark. Brother Meng got off the bulldozer, Zhao Er walked over happily