239 Collecting Crops

Although Elder Ma suggested 10%, Old Master Hu felt that if the price was too low, the villagers would probably have objections.

In the end, Village Chief Hu and the others discussed together and asked the villagers to sell the food to the Wang Family. However, they would only agree to take a 30% deposit first. Later on, when Wang Chuanman sells the crops, they will receive the remaining 70%.

If anything happened in the middle, they would not pursue the responsibility of the Wang Family. They only needed to make up for a further 10%.

The villagers never thought that the Wang Family would lie to them. After interacting with the Wang Family for 17 years, everyone knew the morals of the various families.

Naturally, there was no such thing as complying on the surface but stabbing each other’s backs on the turn.

If Old man Wang’s family really lied to them and wanted to swallow the rest of the money, they would treat it as if they had misjudged them and would naturally not interact with them again in the future.

However, they did not think in that direction.

If Old man Wang’s family were really that kind of people, they would definitely not rent the land to them. They would not accept such a low rent, let alone give them such good grain seeds.

When the Wang Family found out that the villagers were willing to let them pay only 30% of the deposit first, they were extremely happy.

“Not to mention anything else, the atmosphere in our village is really good!” Wang Chuangui’s eyes were filled with emotion. He had been at the bun shop for a long time and had seen all kinds of people. They were treacherous, vicious, and greedy.

Old Madam Wang glanced at him. “Put yourself in my shoes and have a clear conscience. Do you really think your father and I have been fooling around for the past ten years?”

Their Wang Family was so poor not only because their family had a lot of mouths to feed, but also because Old Madam Wang had intentionally or unintentionally given all her family’s money to the villagers.

There was no need to have too much at home. It was fine as long as these brats did not die.

At that time, they were outsiders. If they were doing well, the villagers might not be grateful to them.

On the contrary, if they remained soft and weak, warm-hearted and kind, they would definitely be treated well.

How could there be such a thing as simpleness for no reason?

It was just laying the groundwork.

Old Madam Wang could not be bothered to say these words to those blockheads. It was useless.

Only Little Ah Yu was secretly happy.

She knew that the villagers were all good people. So when they were collecting crops from house to house, she let them drink some Myriad Spirit Water.

It was only a very diluted version of the Myriad Spirit Water, but the villagers still ended up with diarrhea. After that, everyone felt even more refreshed.

No one got exhausted.

This confirmed what the elf had told Little Ah Yu previously. Evil people could not drink the Myriad Spirit Water. If they had a lot of evil thoughts, the Myriad Spirit Water might very well take their lives.

Previously, when the Swimming Dragon Clan wanted to harm them, Little Ah Yu planned to give them the Myriad Spirit Water to drink.

Those bad uncles were too bad. They would definitely fall sick after drinking the water.

However, she was later interrupted by Chi Tu and the others.

After spending two days, the villagers kept what they wanted to eat and distributed a small portion.

They managed to sort out 2,000 dans of food.

There was some rice, barley, wheat, soybeans, green beans, peas, and broad beans.

Some were from the previous harvest, and some had only matured recently.

After more than a month of farming, all kinds of crops were put away one after another. The amount was very impressive.

One dan of food weighed about 120 catties, and a donkey cart could hold 5 dans.

Now, there were only seven donkey carts in the entire Hu Family Village, and it could only hold 35 dans of crops.

If they wanted to transport more, he had to buy more carts.

“Let’s go and buy three more donkey carts. We just need to gather ten carts. Leave the other crops for now. We’ll sell them after this trip. We don’t have to sell everything in one shot and get stuffed to death.” Wang Chuanman’s brain had already started running when he started collecting the crops.

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