Before dark, Qin Yao finished compiling the statistics.
A total of twelve households contributed 530 pounds of food to Qin Yao, most of it coarse grains and some medium-quality grains.
Qin Yao stood up with the recorded notebook, confirmed the details again with Granny Wang and others, and after ensuring there were no mistakes, she wrote a collective authorization note. She took out red ink paste for everyone to press their handprints on it, to avoid any trouble later on.
Qin Yao's actions were understandable, and the villagers expressed their understanding and strong trust in her, not even glancing at the content of the note as they pressed their handprints eagerly.
Seeing this, Qin Yao couldn't help but joke, "Aren't you afraid that this note says you owe me money?"
Granny Wang and the others were collectively stunned, and the villagers in the process of pressing their handprints froze, their fingers hesitating in mid-air.
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