Jiang Yue then squatted down and sniffed.
Xue Darong and the others immediately felt their hearts lift.
Jiang Yue looked at them, "Did you smell the strange scent at this time?"
While he continued swinging the hammer, Xue Yan immediately said, "Yes, we smelled the strange scent here. The scent wasn't strong, but a few days later, when we thought of selling it in the town, the scent became strong, especially the sour scent which initially seemed indistinguishable."
Jiang Yue nodded, "There's no strange scent now. You actually smelled it at that time because there must have been some moldy seeds mixed with the others. The scent got stronger over time, probably because the oil wasn't stored properly. I've already told you how to store it, just follow those instructions when the time comes."
"Now... there really is no strange scent?" Xue Darong's lips trembled slightly, his actions halted. His mind was completely occupied with this.
Xue Yan also stopped.