Xue Yan was a little embarrassed by the shock, he coughed and said, "A few days ago, a few students from the town's schools went on a walk together. At that time, the teacher encouraged everyone to compose a poem. The winner would get an inkstone. I won. Before I came back yesterday, I sold the inkstone for six silver coins. It should be enough."
Here, one silver coin was equivalent to one thousand dollars in the apocalypse. So, six silver coins were equivalent to six thousand dollars!
Jiang Yue knew that the ink stone was rare, so she was not surprised by the amount he gained.
"After building the workshop... What happens after that?" Jiang Yue asked. Even though she asked this, she still wanted to prepare for other mishaps.
