"I didn't expect that they would become so addicted to extortion. Every few days, they would bring a small batch of goods and then forcibly collect the money!"
Saying this, Shen Mubai disdainfully brought out a box of goods from inside the house. Upon inspection, An Jing saw nothing but ordinary rice and grains, along with some sour pomegranates and pickles from Northern Border used as nutritional supplements.
"They can actually eat this."
An Jing was somewhat surprised, "I thought they might just symbolically send a box full of sand and coarse grains—having real food is not bad."
"Ah, do you know how much this cost?" Shen Mubai sighed. Out of curiosity, An Jing asked, and then received a figure that even made Bai Qinghan turn his head: "Thirty taels!"
"Thirty taels?!"
