Mu Yangling turned around and walked to the man's side. She asked, "How much is your maize?"
The man's eyes lit up. He quickly straightened his back and said happily, "Whatever. You can pay whatever price you want."
Mu Yangling looked at his mother. Seeing that she was tightly wrapped, she asked, "You brought your mother to see a doctor? What illness did the doctor say it was?"
The man wilted and muttered, "Yes, the doctor from the Benevolence Hall said that my mother is old and exhausted herself in her younger days. As such, she has to buy a lot of warm and nourishing medicine. When they saw that I didn't have money, they didn't charge me for the consultation fee, but they refused to agree to exchange the maize for medicine."
Mu Yangling sighed and touched her purse. "Let me see your corn."
