Yang Wenxiao stood atop the city wall, taking in the smiling faces of the common people and couldn't help but sigh, "If only I could host a banquet for a few days."
Tong Sanlang, standing by his side, heard this and hastily said, "These Milk Candies are quite valuable, equivalent to a meal in themselves."
At that time, the level of sugar production was low, and the output of white sugar was very limited; therefore, its price was expensive.
More costly than white sugar was milk. Not every family had even a draft cow to its name, let alone a milk cow.
This time for Yang Wenxiao's birthday, people from the Grassland also came, bringing with them a thousand milk cows and a thousand sheep. These gifts could be considered generous, and it was only after acquiring so many milk cows that Yang Wenxiao thought of making Milk Candy.
