Li Yibao weighed a wild pheasant and said, "Two and a half jin."
My second brother sells wild chickens at twelve cents per jin," Su Qingyue asked, "How much do you sell them for?"
"Of course, I sell at the same price as Dashan." He held the pheasant upside down and handed it to her, "The wild chicken is dead, but it was just killed. It's still fresh."
"No problem." Su Qingyue took out thirty copper coins.
Li Yibao counted them and then asked, "Is Dashan alright after being bitten by a poisonous snake?"
"The snake venom has subsided, but he fell down the mountain and broke his leg. He'll need to rest for a couple of months."
"Your Dashan is very capable. If not for his misfortune, he would be a great hunter, and there would be no need for you to buy prey to eat."
"Hehe, in a while, my second brother will be well, and I'll have prey to eat again."
Li Yibao continued, "Xiao's wife, I heard that you earned fifty taels by selling the fern dish recipe. Is that true?"
