"Why is your ointment packed in wooden boxes?" Jiang Biyun asked, pointing at Huang Cai's ointment with curiosity. "Your village produces such good things, if they were to be sold, they must be expensive, right?"
"Because the wood was chopped from the mountains, it's free and naturally moisturizing," Huang Cai chuckled. "Who doesn't have this ointment in our village? It's worthless, we make it for our own use. Who would buy it?"
"We will!" Chen Xiting and Jiang Biyun exclaimed in unison.
Huang Cai was taken aback, and then she let out an involuntary laugh, "Sure, I'll bring it for you guys next semester! Our village doesn't have much else, but we have plenty of this!"
"That's a promise! If you don't bring it for us, we're going to be upset!" Chen Xiting was the happiest of them all, "With your miraculous ointment, I won't be afraid of next summer! I'll let those pesky mosquitoes bite me!"
