Weigh it on the spot, then pay on the spot!
How much money can I get from my own sweet potatoes?
Everyone's heart immediately started racing.
But when it came to the sweet potatoes being weighed, something went wrong.
It must be said that everyone has a different standard for "cleanliness".
Some people actually washed all the sweet potatoes thoroughly.
Some people brought the goods over after crossing a river, with mud and sand still on them.
Some people dug it out, rubbed it, and sent it over without even washing it in water.
Shen Qingyu wasn't angry. She picked up the cleanest one and held it up high: "For the sweet potatoes that are delivered later, everyone should use this as the standard: there can't be any mud or sand on the surface."
"If you have any, please wash them at the entrance today before bringing them in. In the future, please wash them at home before bringing them in."
"Why are there so many rules..." someone muttered unconvinced.
Shen Qingyu looked at the man; he was from a family living at the end of the village. He was usually slovenly, and everyone called him Lazy Shen.
"If you find it troublesome, you can keep it for yourself in the future and don't need to send it over. This is the standard for sending it over. If you can't meet this standard, you can pick it back yourself after today."
"I'm laying this out upfront to avoid future troubles."
“If you find it troublesome and don’t want to, you can leave now. In the end, I don’t owe you anything.” Shen Qingyu finished speaking and looked at everyone.
Seeing Shen Qingyu's serious face without a smile, everyone felt a chill in their hearts: Shen Qingyu is not easy to fool.
If you're tough, I'll be soft.
Everyone then fell silent.
Those whose sweet potatoes weren't washed properly went to squat by the spring water brought down from the doorway to wash their own sweet potatoes.
"Qingyu? Do you want the rotten sweet potatoes?"
Shen Qingyu looked over and saw someone by the spring holding up a sweet potato that had been cut in half and asking a question.
She nodded: "Even if it's ruined, it's still usable, but the ruined parts must be cleaned up. Like I said, it can't contain any mud or sand!"
"Okay..."
Damaged sweet potatoes don't keep well; they spoil easily and are slow to eat.
It would be great if it were damaged during digging; the loss would be minimal.
The spring water gurgled, and the villagers, relieved, chatted and laughed as they washed the sweet potatoes. The villagers in charge of grinding the sweet potatoes were all eager to get started.
Four junior accountants sat beside the scale, their faces serious as they waited for everyone to come and weigh themselves.
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