Early the next morning, those who wanted to buy the Wang Family's grain seeds arrived one after another.
At this moment, Wang Dalang had already transported everything to the courtyard under Old Madam Wang's arrangements.
Even Wang Chuanfu was stunned when he woke up and saw the pile of things.
In just one night, what exactly happened?
It seemed like something great had happened while he was sleeping.
Facing the villagers who had come in the past, Old Madam Wang said, "I've already briefed my eldest grandson on the method of distribution and sales. You can collect and buy according to your family's situation. I still have something on, so I won't stay here to accompany everyone."
The people who came were either on the same level as Old Madam Wang or were simply juniors. Of course, they did not dare to say anything to Old Madam Wang.
"Auntie Wang, go ahead. We know what to do."
