Wang Zhengguo did not agree immediately.
His silence chilled the heart of Shao Jiandang bit by bit. Just as it was about to completely turn cold, he heard Wang Zhengguo say, "Borrow, yes."
"Really?" Shao Jiandang couldn't believe his own ears. He vigorously dug in his ear, "Old Wang, are you really agreeing to lend us grain? Really?"
The few robust laborers, whether standing or squatting, turned their heads in unison, looking at Wang Zhengguo with surprise and delight.
Lu Jiang and Wang Dachun felt uncomfortable inside.
"I agree to lend you grain, but there is one condition."
Upon hearing Wang Zhengguo's words, Shao Jiandang hastily replied: "I agree to any conditions, not just one. I agree to even ten or eight! I really have no other choice but to come to you."