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With the assurance from Master Ruan, Shen Qing finally put his mind at ease. He cupped his hands and said, "I'll come back in a month and a half. I'll trouble Master Ruan to make some more handy arrows for me."
Ruan Pottery Master turned his head to glance at him and said, "Fifty wen each."
How expensive.
This price was equivalent to a day's hard work for an ordinary hunter.
However, fortunately, this amount wasn't much for Shen Qing now.
"Then please make twenty," Shen Qing said, placing a tael of silver on the table and departed with a bow.
As he walked out, Shen Qing encountered a young girl in a blue dress.
Her hair was pinned up with a hairpin, and her chest had begun to show the gentle hills of maturity, much like misty hills in the morning, suggesting she had reached womanhood.
Though her appearance was ordinary with a few freckles on her face, she bore some resemblance to Master Ruan.
