"Village chief. Please have some, it's just a small token from me." In the end, Jiang Xinyu wasn't able to buy ten steamed buns; the meals were rationed. Selling her ten was already a generous act.
After eating, Jiang Xinyu took them back to her office and poured water for them both.
"Village chief, I'll be leaving on Sunday, and I can't be sure when I'll return, but I think two months should be about right.
How many families in our village want to buy grain?"
"Xinyu, we brought over eight thousand yuan, it's the village's savings from all these years, and we've brought it all over. Once we buy the grain, we'll distribute it to everyone."
"That's great, village chief, but let me be frank, it's not guaranteed that I can buy it back, and what I'll bring back is also uncertain, but I promise if I can't buy it back, I'll return the eight thousand yuan to the village with not a penny less. If I can buy, I'll get the cheapest grain to make sure everyone can last a bit longer."
