"We don't have any wheat flour, but would you like some sorghum or corn flour?"
Squatting on a large square stone, the gaunt old man holding a large porcelain bowl said to Top Scholar Lv, who was inquiring about buying grain.
"Aren't the fields full of grain? How come there's no wheat flour? We are paying, not robbing you," Top Scholar Lv seemed a bit discontented.
Although coarse grains were edible, they were not as tasty as fine grains. Besides, it wasn't coming out of his own pocket, so there was no need to be thrifty.
The gaunt old man shook his head like a rattle-drum. "That won't do, all the wheat flour has to be kept to pay the grain tax to the officials. If we can't deliver the grain tax, they will take my son to work as corvée labor."
"Little Taoist Master, look at this..."
Top Scholar Lv turned his head and cast an inquiring glance at Li Huowang, who was stroking the head of the mantou dog with his hand.
