"Didn't you hear me clearly? I want one hundred and fifty thousand stones of your lowest-grade food!" Chu You reiterated his demand to the surprised grain merchant.
"(⊙o⊙)... Are you, are you the owner of a pig farm?" The exotic grain merchant of different skin color swallowed and asked cautiously.
"It doesn't matter what I do for a living, do you have one hundred and fifty thousand stones of this kind of food or not!" Chu You, showing a trace of impatience in his eyes, exclaimed, "The refugees of the Wui River are eagerly waiting for me every second. Can we stop the unnecessary chitchat? I'm in a hurry to deliver warmth!"
