Most of the rice fields belonged to the 30 families of Qinghe. It was also the suggestion of Bai Wutong to raise fish in the rice fields.
Everyone immediately approved of the autumn harvest event.
The fish and crabs in the field were also worth some money. It would not make them lose money just because Bai Wutong wanted to organize an event.
Bai Wutong was not short of money now. After calculating the approximate value of every acre of crab, rice, and fish, she converted it to silver and gave them to everyone.
Madam Cui was the first to refuse. "Madam Bai, you're too polite. We're all from the same village. It's not easy for us to reap a harvest. We also want to have some fun. How can we accept your money?"
Bai Wutong shook her head. "If Madam Cui doesn't accept it, the other villagers won't dare to accept it even if they want to. I think we should forget about this event then."
