The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and these past few days the sunshine had been excessively good, causing the silver ear mushrooms drying in the courtyard to gradually turn from snow-white and translucent to a dry, slightly yellowish color.
Zhang Yanping walked around the drying racks twice, not knowing for the umpteenth time if he could use some time magic to have these silver ear mushrooms quickly packed and sold.
However, before selling them, there was a problem that needed to be addressed—
"Tantan, have you thought about how to price the silver ear mushrooms?"
Song Tan: ...
No worries, it's not too late to think about it now.
She turned her head and asked Seventh Uncle, "How much do the regular wild silver ear mushrooms sell for?"
Seventh Uncle, who was scrolling through short videos, replied without even lifting his head, "Depends on the quality."
