When the pockmarked youth mentioned the price, Ye Ling's heart also quivered slightly. The price was indeed quite good. It seemed that they intended to monopolize all the herbs she had.
As long as she refrained from trading with other herbal merchants, they could comfortably raise the price after processing the herbs.
Ye Ling remained silent, giving the impression that she was contemplating and considering. Then, she nodded slowly.
The pockmarked youth's eyes brightened, and he slapped the table. "Alright, wait a moment. I'll get you the money. Oh, by the way, do you want money or tickets? If you want tickets, there will be a discount."
In this era, exchange tickets were more valuable than money, as money wasn't universally accepted everywhere. It had lost much of its value.
Ye Ling rubbed her thumb against her index finger once again, indicating that she wanted money.
The pockmarked youth nodded in agreement. "Alright."
