The 40 jins of rice nearly made the rice pressing machine smoke, and even by evening when the market was almost dispersed, a group of people still stayed by the machine!
It wasn't just the old-timers from the Tian Group; there were also a few kids from Little Song Village, their faces chapped in the biting winter, cheeks blackened and red, holding their positions and refusing to leave.
Even more persistent than them were the netizens of our time.
During this entire afternoon, Qiaoqiao's job of holding the bags kept being swapped out by others, so he simply held his phone to livestream the market for everyone, only returning here at the end.
By now, the viewers who managed to snag some rice stalks to eat were already satisfied, while those who missed out were left salivating in anguish—
So what if they're not selling? What's the big deal? Isn't it always like this? Nine times out of ten, they don't sell what we're curious about anyway!
