People flocked to the store.
Not because they knew Noa had rice to sell, but because they were searching desperately.
"Do you have rice?" the leading elder asked, expectation flashing across his face.
"Yes, I do have some for sale. Are all of you interested in buying it?" he asked casually, as if the shortage had never existed.
"W-What?" the elder exclaimed, not believing his words.
"You aren't pulling our leg?" another person asked, her voice trembling.
They all looked like poor people who desperately depended on rice to survive.
Finding a job in the city was hard.
However, surviving on measly wages and feeding families wasn't easier by any means.
Noa sighed before shaking his head.
"What's the point of asking if you aren't going to believe the answer?" he asked, his tone calm and collected.
"T-This…"
The elder wanted to argue with his logic but found nothing to say.
"It's not gonna be expensive?" he asked finally, almost pleading.
As for Noa, he nodded slightly.
