Li Dashan thought about it briefly and agreed.
After all, his rice was almost ripe, and it would only be harvested three or four days later.
Now that the combine harvester will go through their field with some compensation, it's quite a good deal.
However, he never expected the problem to arise from Li Dashan's wife.
"No, I don't agree! Our rice is still green, cutting it now would be a waste," Li Dashan's wife said.
Xiao Wanlin frowned slightly and said, "Sister-in-law, I'll give you some compensation."
Li Dashan's wife rolled her eyes and asked, "Oh, how much can you compensate?"
"Five yuan!" Xiao Wanshan estimated.
"Five yuan?" Li Dashan's wife's voice suddenly became louder, "Are you kidding? Five yuan can only buy a few pounds of food."
Xiao Wanlin said, "Sister-in-law, this five yuan compensation is enough for your unripe rice."
"No, five is too little," Li Dashan's wife disagreed, "At least fifteen... Fifteen yuan, yes, fifteen yuan."
