Wu Dushan's words left the villagers speechless. The mushrooms grew on his land, why should he give them to you?
Although this was true, the villagers had been busy all morning, and it was hard for them to accept going back empty-handed. Moreover, Wu Xiaoyu's business was quite big; he couldn't be so stingy as to not even share some mushrooms, right?
The villagers thinking thus clearly chose to forget that Wu Xiaoyu had also been dealing in mushrooms these days, and had bought quite a lot of mushrooms from them.
Would he really let everyone harvest mushrooms on his territory? How impossible!
Just as some villagers, a bit more sensible, were about to leave disappointedly, Wu Xiaoyu suddenly spoke up, "My brother and the others haven't come down from the mountain yet, so... shall I let you pick these mushrooms?"
