Wang Shulin, a cautious man, had two large pieces of grass matting on the cart. After loading ten corn machines, he covered them with the matting.
"Old Li, count them, four hundred."
Li Yungui took it, counted it, and there were tens, fives, twos, and ones.
"Exactly. Stay and eat with us."
"How do I have time for that? I need to hurry back; I'm working overtime this year to complete the task. In a week, I can deliver the public grain too. When winter comes and there's nothing to do, I'll come over to drink with you. I've brewed some sorghum wine."
"I've also learned to brew wine from Mr. Lv."
"I was also taught to brew by Mr. Lv."
The two chatted a bit more, and Wang Shulin hurriedly left.
