Zhou Erlang's eyeballs were popping out, Manbao let out a gasp, and finally unable to feign honesty, poked her head out from behind Second Brother and asked, "Did the price of beans go up?"
"Beans? They did, but not outrageously so; it's about twelve wen per dou," the stall owner glanced at the crowd pouring in to make purchases and lowered his voice, "But I reckon they'll rise even further, so if your family has grain, don't sell it to the grain merchants too soon. Hold on a bit longer, and you might get a much higher price."
Joy lit up Zhou Erlang's eyes, but he also felt heartache. After last fall's harvest, their family had sold some grain. If they had kept it, by now they could have made more than double the money...
Joy also lit up Manbao's eyes. Glancing at their tofu, she tugged on Second Brother's shoulder and whispered into his ear, "Second Brother, we need to raise the price of our tofu."
