An endless stream of orders flew in; Peng Chunlai really couldn't bring himself to say that their village's rice wasn't for sale anymore.
Many people in the village relied on this money to get married, have children, and send their kids to school. Who could just stop selling like that? Although one had to listen to the elders, Peng Chunlai figured that if things became untenable, he could at least sell this batch first to see how things went.
After leaving the Village Chief's home, Elder Peng walked back to his house, hands clasped behind his back, nodding his head in greeting as numerous villagers said hello along the way.
As he was about to reach his front door, a gaggle of bare-bottomed boys came rushing towards him, chattering excitedly.
"Elder Peng, Elder Peng! A big Jeep has come to your house!"
"It's been here before!"
Elder Peng squinted and looked forward for a while, then patted the heads of the young lads, "Go on and play, I have guests."
