Thirty kilos per bag of rice, if dropped from the roof, might break the packaging.
If it cracked open, the rice would spill on the ground, get dirty, and go to waste.
Thus, someone needed to go down and place the rice at each household's doorstep.
Chu Qianli originally thought she would have to spend a lot of effort convincing Feng Dingchu to listen to her.
Surprisingly, before she even had the chance to speak her lines, Feng Dingchu had already picked up the bag of rice.
"Each household... gets one bag?" Although one bag of rice wouldn't last very long, did she really have so much rice?
"Yes, one bag for every household."
Chu Qianli watched as he floated lightly down, placed the rice at the doorway of the farmer's house below, then leapt back up to her side. A smile finally graced the bottom of her eyes.