Uncle Fa looked at her like he was re-evaluating her. He looked impressed in the morning, but now he looked like he did not know she was a shrew. In the first place, she never pretended to be a saintes. She disliked the women who turned to the waterworks. Yes, it's a pet peeve, for she has suffered at the hands of girls capable of such theatrics from the time she is one to twenty. Only, at twenty, she died and was born here.
She looked around in boredom as she and Uncle Fa waited to receive any more visitors. There was one more woman who wanted to buy rice rather than exchange wheat for it, so Jiushu exchanged at the price of one catty of rice per four iron coins. The currency in this country is surprisingly Arabic math, despite using Chinese numerals.
