Early the next morning, Zhou Shumei, her daughter Li Fangping, and Wang Danfeng came knocking on the door together.
The old madam was in a flustered panic inside the house, her heart pounding. There was still a pile of wheat stalks drying in the courtyard! If someone saw them, it would be a huge problem. There was no explaining where they came from.
"Grandma, don't worry," Yuan Si said quickly when she saw how anxious the old woman was. "When I told my master last night that I was going to the market today, I asked him to hold onto the wheat for us. He'll bring it back tonight when I get home."
"Huh? He took it? It was still there when I went out to relieve myself just now." The old madam was a little bewildered.
"Yep, he took it. If you don't believe me, go look in the courtyard." In truth, Yuan Si had just used her spiritual power to move all the wheat stalks into her space.
