Li Xiang agreed. He had the old-timers tell everyone to get the season's first winter bamboo shoots ready, but with one condition: guarantee the quality. Don't try to pass off inferior shoots as good ones and ruin their reputation.
Of course, he would also inspect the shoots himself when they were brought over.
But after making such a bold promise, Li Xiang felt a bit nervous.
'My follower count is only around 120,000 right now. Even though it's still growing slowly, there are twenty-four households in the village. On average, each family is bound to have three hundred kilograms of winter bamboo shoots. That adds up to over seven thousand kilograms. If I can't sell it all, that would be...'
Still, Li Xiang thought he should be more optimistic. As long as he tried his best, he would have a clear conscience. If he couldn't sell them all, it just meant he wasn't capable enough yet. He would just have to work harder in the future.
