"You're right." Zhou Ying nodded. Then, she paused and asked, "By the way, many came to the village over the last two days to buy white potatoes at the price of 15 coppers per pound. Do you know who they are?"
"Are they really asking at such a high price? Could it be someone rich that's collecting seeds?" Manager Liu asked with a pensive look.
It seemed that he would have to send someone to inquire about this. If a rich man was indeed buying these potatoes, it should be fine.
He was afraid that someone was scheming something terrible, and the villagers wouldn't have enough to eat when they sold their food and would end up directing their anger at them instead. That would be troublesome.
"I'm not sure. I've only heard a little about it, but there are quite a lot of them in the village."
"Aren't they digging their own graves? Those white potatoes are their life-saving food." Changshun asked in shock.
