"Fine… fine, let's make the exchange," sighed Song Mingshi. Behind him, three students stood discontentedly, save for the chubby girl with twin ponytails; the other two seemed quite disgruntled, as if they felt the situation was incredibly unfair.
"In the city, the market rate is just one silver dollar for a day's quantity...." The male student muttered under his breath. Silver Tower currency still held strong purchasing power; after all, it could be exchanged for quite a bit of food. But here at Yu Hong's, the rate was fivefold!
Such profits were extortionate.
Soon, Yu Hong fetched three doses of anti-inflammatory medicine from his cave and traded them for the silver dollars with the four individuals.
The four hurried back to the village with the medicine, while Yu Hong returned to the courtyard, waiting for the final phase of the large formation to end.
The countdown methodically decreased the numbers.
'03 minutes.'
'02 minutes.'
'01 minute.'
