When it came to silver, Old Granny Zhang realized something, turned around to close the firewood shed door, and then said nervously, "When do you plan to sell these?"
Wang Yongzhu thought for a moment. These Yellow Pine Mushrooms were delicate, and if they were kept for longer, she feared they might catch some disease or other, which would be terrible. It would be better to harvest them now and sell to Shopkeeper Wu—only with silver in hand would it be safe!
Thinking this, "Mother, the sooner the better, this stuff is valuable, and every extra day is an extra risk. Today is already late, I'll go to the town first thing tomorrow morning—"
