"Everyone, don't panic, the field mice can't be sold today."
Just as Wu Xiaoshan was in a bind, Xin Lei's voice suddenly came from behind him.
It seemed that Xin Lei hadn't slept well last night; otherwise, she wouldn't be getting up so late.
Upon hearing Xin Lei's words, Wu Xiaoshan almost cried; Xin Lei was going to be the death of him!
Sure enough, once the villagers in the courtyard heard what Xin Lei said, they immediately exploded.
"Village chief, why can't these field mice be sold?"
"Exactly, if Xiaoshan hadn't said yesterday that we could make money from them, would we have run out to catch field mice in the middle of the night?"
"Isn't this just tormenting us, taking us for fools?"
The villagers were furious, almost spitting at Wu Xiaoshan.
Facing the agitated villagers, Xin Lei actually managed to smile.
"Everyone, calm down; it's not that the field mice can't be sold for money, just not today."
