By the looks of things, if Qin Xiaoyao couldn't close the deal tomorrow, she would have to look for the next grain store immediately.
"As for the firewood, Mrs. Song, I… I can only make it up to you in the future."
"Or, if you convert it to money, I can pay you back! As of now, I still owe you eight loads of firewood," Wang Dashan said.
It was also because he had more people working for him recently that he was able to pay back most of the firewood he owed the Song family in such a short time.
Qin Xiaoyao chuckled.
"Forget about converting to money. When the town gate opens in the future, you can just pay me back then."
The firewood shed was already full, and there was also a lot of firewood in the storeroom. The firewood in her house was enough to last her family for a long time.
"Alright then! Thank you for your understanding, Mrs. Song!" Wang Dashan said hurriedly.
