"Blind eyes." Su Qingyue threw a glare at the grain shop owner and went to another shop across the street—Sun's Rice Shop.
As the shopkeeper of Sun's Rice Shop was counting at the counter, he saw her, was surprised by her appearance, but still greeted, "Girl, feel free to look around."
Su Qingyue entered the shop, which had a large area. In the middle, there were several large barrels filled with almost full rice. There were three types of rice that people usually ate: one was the brown rice her family had always been eating, one was like the rice in modern times, ordinary rice, and the other one had particularly plump grains.
At this point, the owner of the rice shop also walked over, "Do you want to buy rice? Brown rice is five cents, refined rice seven cents."
Qingyue pointed to the one with the fullest grains, "How much per jin for this one?"
"This is the best rice that only wealthy families can afford to eat, at more than ten cents per jin."
"It is too expensive."
