Holding the paper in his hands, Chu Feng's first impression was its softness. "This paper…" He hesitated, then expressed his confusion, "This paper is so soft, it can't be used for writing. I can't think of any other use for it."
Chu Qingzhi casually explained, "It's for wiping hands, cleaning your mouth after meals, wiping sweat, cleaning dirty things, and even for toilet use…"
Toilet use? Chu Feng's eyes widened in shock. Paper, especially of such quality, was expensive. Using it for such purposes seemed wasteful!
He stuttered, "That's… that's too extravagant."
Seeing Chu Feng's reaction, Chu Qingzhi explained, "This paper isn't expensive. It's made from scraps and only requires some medicinal solutions."
"Are the solutions not costly?" Chu Feng questioned further.
Chu Qingzhi replied, "They're made from common herbs. Overall, the cost is very low."
"How much exactly?" Chu Feng persisted.
