"Miss, are you sure you want it? I've heard that this thing is not easy to take care of. If you can't grow it successfully, don't blame me for not warning you," the shopkeeper said, appearing to be an honest man; otherwise, he wouldn't have said such a thing.
"It's fine. If it doesn't grow, I'll just consider myself unlucky. Shopkeeper, just give it to me straight, how much silver will you take to sell it to me?"
Xuexue was set on growing some new varieties to make better money. Otherwise, like those wild boars she had earlier, over eight hundred pounds, and she only sold them for several taels of silver—it made her want to vomit blood just thinking about it.
