"Since none of you are leaving, I should get back to my errands." Su Qingyue picked up her basket and the empty jar, "No matter how expensive the medicinal paste is, we used so much money on the ingredients. When in desperate need of cash, copper coins are more practical. At least we can exchange them for food."
Qian Zhang's wife stared at the jar in her hand, "Wife of the Xiao Family, this jar looks pretty nice and new. Since you're selling everything else at a loss, why don't you sell this jar to me? I'll give you seven cents for it."
"This jar in her hand is very delicate, not those rough jars worth only a few cents. Its market price is twenty cents." Ding Er shook his head, "Qian Zhang's wife, you're taking too much advantage of others. Offering only seven cents? If she's willing to sell for fifteen cents, I would buy it."
