Upon hearing this, Shen Feihong couldn't help but scratch his head.
"Sis, to be honest, the origin of this thing is off; initially, it was kind of a finders keepers situation. I traded the bracelet I had for ten pounds of white flour with you yesterday. As for whether my brother has sold his bracelet in the past two days, I can't be sure."
Feng Qingxue assumed he was referring to looting during the chaos of war, so she seriously said, "Could you please ask your brother for me? If the bracelet is still available, ask him how much food he would trade it for. If it's not available, then I guess it just wasn't meant to be."
If it wasn't meant to be, then there's really nothing she could do.
"Alright, I'll ask him for you." Shen Feihong didn't refuse, "But you should be prepared."
"Prepared for what?"
