Half an hour later, everyone's matsutake mushrooms were collected.
They weighed a good three hundred kilograms.
Zhang Xiaowei didn't do anything and could directly earn over thirty thousand yuan from it.
He had to admit, the money came way too easily.
While happy, he also felt sorry for the villagers.
After all, the money should have belonged to them.
But then he thought, if he hadn't just happened to save Qin Yuru's daughter, he might not have had such good fortune.
"Is there anyone whose mushrooms haven't been weighed yet?"
Seeing no one pushing forward, Zhang Xiaowei immediately shouted out loud.
As soon as he said this, the women looked at each other, but in the end, no one spoke up.
Once he was sure everyone's mushrooms had been weighed, Zhang Xiaowei turned to Sun Qian beside him.
"The total is three hundred and forty-two kilograms; here's the list."
