Meanwhile, at the Rice Merchant Association.
A man dressed in rags knelt in front of the rice merchants.
He had come back from where Lin Xuan Qi was dispensing the charity porridge.
They were looking down at him from their seats.
"Are you sure the cultivator ran away after the Governor arrived?"
"Yes, I'm sure..." The man replied.
"Damn it! These cultivators can't be trusted!" One of the rice merchants shouted and slammed his wine cup onto the table.
The other rice merchants' faces pulled long, and they gave out a sigh.
All of them thought that things would get settled by the Magistrate and the cultivators, so they had just bought another batch of rice from the rice suppliers at a very high price.
And it might be the peak price if things didn't work in their favor.
"That's not all..." The man that was kneeling down stammered.
"What else! Say it. Stop keeping us in suspense." The rice merchant shouted at the man in frustration.
