The Lucky Farmgirl

Manbao hugged her eldest brother’s neck and said, "Big brother, we earned a lot of money today."

Zhou Dalang thought of the money he had spent just now on buying cotton and fabric, and his face turned a bit bitter, "We also spent quite a bit."

"We earned five hundred wen selling Chinese yams."

Zhou Dalang was stunned and quickly asked, "Who did you sell them to?"

"We sold them to the county magistrate’s family," Zhou Wulang promptly took out his share of the money to hand over, "Twenty wen per jin, a total of twenty-five jin and a bit, Manbao let them off the extra, and even gave them an additional Chinese yam."

Zhou Dalang frowned and said, "Isn’t that swindling people, raw ones are only twenty wen."

Zhou Wulang hung his head and said in a low voice, "The county magistrate also charged us an entry fee into the city."

Manbao completely agreed but couldn’t say that to her elder brother, so she whispered, "Big brother, fresh Chinese yams are rare items, and we still sold them too cheap."

She gave him a simple summary of what Keke had said, leaving Zhou Dalang dumbfounded. He never expected such a huge price difference in the trade of medicinal herbs, and he couldn’t help asking, "Did you hear clearly, the dried Chinese yams sold at the pharmacy, one qian for one wen?"

Manbao nodded; Keke wouldn’t deceive her.

Zhou Dalang felt his heart pounding wildly, uttering, "My goodness, how much would that be for a jin?"