I own a barbecue restaurant.
When I went home for the National Day holiday, my mother tearfully told me that the village had been plagued by rain all year, ruining the corn crop.
I told the village chief I'd buy all the ruined corn for one yuan per jin to use as fuel for barbecuing.
The village chief and the uncles were thrilled.
"You can actually sell this stuff? You've really helped the whole village!"
"Exactly. It would just go moldy if we left it here. Take it away and save us the trouble!"
I thought I was doing a good deed.
I was finding a use for corn that couldn't be sold, while giving the villagers some extra income...
