Zhuang Qingsui is a girl from this world, who needs to abide by the survival rules of this era. She doesn't want Zhuang Qingsui to pay for her actions with the rest of her life.
Therefore, at this moment, Zhuang Jingye's willingness to help her deal with Zhuang Ruman is more than appropriate, whether in terms of reputation or her limited energy.
"What's there to be polite about? As the saying goes, 'you scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours.' This is part of reciprocation." Zhuang Jingye chuckled and scratched his ear, "Tell me about the beans. Do we still have them? Seems like we are running out. We need at least three to four hundred pounds more."
"Yes." Zhuang Qingning answered with a smile, "But I can't get them until tomorrow at the earliest… I'll go to the town today to see if I can get them here tonight. I don't know if there are enough beans left, but I'll do my best."
