Yang Heshu pondered for a moment, retrieving some precedents from memory, and laughed, "I remember there's a precedent where the court lends money to the people, and the monthly interest for one tael of silver ranges from twelve wen to more than thirty-six wen, depending on its purpose. Since you need the loan for farming, how about I set the minimum rate of twelve wen for you?"
Manbao quickly did some mental calculations. One tael was twelve wen, then three taels would be thirty-six wen. By the latest, when they harvested in the autumn, they would have the yield, and they could split the profit from the fields. She was confident she could come up with the three thousand two hundred and sixteen wen.
Manbao immediately nodded, "Good, I want to buy one."
Bai Shanbao quickly said, "We also want to buy one. We have a lot of land, and relying on just three cattle is a bit insufficient."
Such low-interest rates were just too tempting to pass up.
