The villagers couldn't stand seeing Gu Jiaojiao so easily earn two months' worth of grain, yet they had to admit that without her thresher, they would have gone hungry.
In other words, their team hadn't wasted a single grain.
Other teams, on the other hand, had failed to bring in their harvest because of the rain. Their crops were flooded right in the fields. By the time the skies cleared and they could check, the grain had already sprouted.
It was a heartbreaking sight.
Seeing that no one was speaking up, Aunt Leng knew she couldn't keep pressing the issue. Instead, she brought up the matter of the fine grain.
"Fine, we won't talk about the work points. But what's the deal with the fine grain?"
The crowd straightened their backs again.
'This business with the fine grain couldn't have been arranged in advance, right?'
