Jiang Yue and Xue Yan exchanged a glance before they withdrew their hands.
Having to borrow a cart meant there was no need for shoulder poles, so Xue Sifu decided not to buy just one hundred pounds of early rice, but rather two hundred pounds from the rice people.
He spent a few hundred coins on a stone mill that was neither too big nor too small.
In fact, there was a stone mill in the village, housed at the village chief's house, which anyone could use. However, Xue Sifu found that inconvenient. Believing that this business could last a long time, he felt it was inappropriate to always go to the village chief's house to grind rice flour. So, after discussing it with Xue Erfu in town and without waiting to return and ask for permission, they bought a stone mill right there in town and had it brought back by cart.
Even though they had a cart, by the time Xue Sifu and Xue Erfu returned, it had already gotten dark.