Jiang Tanyue sighed softly: "You win. My sister and I are dressed in rags, almost as destitute as refugees during the famine years, yes, we are in a hurry, we have no time to go to the county, let alone Fu City. We didn't even visit the other two pharmacies, we went straight to Wenxin Hall because we genuinely trust Doctor Yi."
"Here's the ginseng for you." Jiang Tanyue handed over the small bundle. "If it's 160 taels, then 160 taels it is."
The composed and even aggressive-looking girl seemed as if she had suddenly unburdened herself, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes—the price hadn't reached her expectations, but there was more hope for her future life—she'd have money, she could replace her patched-up clothes, have meat buns for a couple of meals, and more...
Jin Youqian had to admit that he had been deceived.
