Qu Xiaoli was in charge of watching the cotton bags, while Du Fengying was overseeing the cotton being processed.
The cotton being processed now is coming out slightly yellow.
Everyone gathered around. "Li Cunshan, where did you get these cotton seeds? It's not right for you to eat alone. We're all part of the same community."
"It's easy for you to say, but I have no obligation to share what's mine."
The group couldn't argue with Li Cunshan. They thought about going back to their village leaders to negotiate; even getting enough seeds to plant one acre would be great, as it could lead to a large crop next year.
Everyone had their own plans; they all had their eyes on the cotton seeds.
At five o'clock, they finally finished processing all the cotton, weighing in at a total of 270 pounds.
Wow, what kind of yield is this? Li Cunshan was amazed. He carefully loaded the cotton seeds onto the truck.
