"The business should be fine as long as I find an idiot like the last time," Old Yao thought as his voice increased.
He finally saw two people who were slowly walking towards him.
"Finally, idiots," Old Yao thought; however, seeing their muscle frame, he was a little afraid.
"How much for this?" Lu Zhen asked as he pointed at the item, which was what Old Yao was over exaggerating.
"One gold biscuits, nothing more, nothing less," Old Yao said as he huffed and sat back in the chair arrogantly.
Hearing this, Lu Zhen frowned a little. The currency for mortals was divided into iron, silver, and gold.
An iron coin could buy you a dark bread, which was eaten by the poor and was as cold and hard as rock. A normal person's average income was about one silver coin, equivalent to 100 iron coins, and one golden biscuit was equivalent to 100 silver coins.
