The scene was so quiet that you could hear the wind blowing.
Grandma Bai patted her grandson's hand, looked at the three whole sacks of burlap, and asked, "How is it? Grandson, didn't Grandma do a good job?"
Bai Ling confidently announced to those around her, "See that? Three whole sacks of rice!"
Pure white rice, absolutely no adulteration! Isn't that enough sincerity?
Shui Qing: .....Damn it, the rice is good, but who are you trying to impress by using it as a thank-you gift for saving a life, and acting like it's a handout?
Sun Jinhua burst out laughing.
Well, although she still couldn't afford rice, she felt that using rice as a token of gratitude made her suddenly realize that she wasn't so jealous anymore.
The villagers who had been watching were stunned for a long time, and asked incredulously, "That's it?"
"Really? There should still be more, right? We've only just started moving in."
"Rice is indeed a very sincere gift of gratitude for saving a life in a family like ours. I just didn't expect that wealthy families would also use it as a gift of gratitude for saving a life."
"The rice is really substantial, but it always feels like something is missing."
Even poor families, though they might not have three bags, would at least include a piece of smoked meat. I originally thought rich families would be decked out in gold and silver jewelry, but I never imagined they were even more simple and honest than us farmers.
"So it turns out that the rich and the poor are the same..."
Hearing the surrounding discussions, Old Madam Bai lost her composure.
Her face was ashen as she looked at Bai Ling.
Bai Ling's face turned even uglier, and she pointed directly at the people around her and asked, "Don't think I don't know. My servant came over last night and asked. Most of the people in your village are still eating black flour porridge, and they can't even afford to eat coarse grains like corn."
Now that we've brought three sacks of rice, what more could we ask for?
Look down on them? Ha, truly, bad people come from poor and remote places!
When someone points a finger at you and insults you, no one in the village can stand it anymore.
Who are you calling a troublemaker?
“Our Shanshui Village has beautiful green mountains and clear waters, how can it be considered poor and desolate?”
"It's all because you made such a big show of it and talked so grandly that we thought it was something valuable and rare! If we had known it was just rice, would we have been so excited to come and see it?"
"Hmph, I can exchange one pound of mushrooms for four pounds of rice! When we're working hard, we can exchange a whole sack of rice in a day! We earn that much in three days. Who are you trying to show off to!"
Towards the end, the scene became chaotic, with people exchanging harsh words.
When Old Madam Bai heard the villagers talking about exchanging rice, her face flushed red and then turned pale. She quickly asked her grandson, "Is what they're saying true?"
Bai Ziqian smiled sadly: "Grandma, I always thought my life was very important, but I never imagined it was only worth three bags of rice."
Old Madam Bai hurriedly defended herself: "How could that be? It was your aunt who said that the villagers of Shanshui Village are very poor, and rice is already a precious commodity. If we prepare three sacks, it will be worth several coins. These villagers will be extremely grateful."
"Does Grandma know what I've been eating for the past month or so?"
"Are you not getting enough to eat?"
"It's rice and wheat flour, three meals a day, either meat or eggs. Grandma, do you think three bags of rice are enough for your grandson's food supply these days?"
Old Madam Bai's face turned deathly pale, then flushed crimson with embarrassment. She stammered, "Your aunt said..."
"Grandma, you only listen to what your aunt says? Do you know why even the villagers don't want three bags of rice?"
Why?
"Because they used to be able to exchange one pound of mushrooms for four pounds of rice! A whole family could exchange a good day's work for a sack of rice."
The family that saved me was the one who exchanged the rice for them. Grandma wondered if people who could exchange four pounds of rice for one pound of mushrooms would covet these three bags of rice.
Would they consider the food they eat every day as precious treasures? Would they be incredibly grateful to us?
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