Weichi Xi transmigrated into a book, becoming the cannon fodder who was abandoned by her biological mother right after birth. Later, she struggled to survive only to be dragged back to the palace t...
"You think we haven't seen the world, do you?"
Zong Wanfeng also frowned, "You're asking for too much."
The vendor smiled awkwardly, "You don't know, this was just unearthed. It's a small golden abacus from a hundred years ago!"
Yuchi Duanyi: ...
"Why don't you talk about a thousand years ago?"
“Everything from a hundred years ago has a country name.”
Upon hearing this, Zong Wanfeng picked up the small golden abacus and saw that the country name engraved on it was: Yuan.
Isn’t this from the Yuan Dynasty?
A hundred years ago!
Zong Wanfeng's face darkened. "What else do you have to say?"
The vendor quickly said with a smile, "Ouch!"
"Look at my memory! The ones I brought out were from this year, but I thought they were from a hundred years ago. Luckily, you guys know how to look. Otherwise, I would have ruined my business!"
If you meet a rich person who knows about goods, you can't rip him off.
"Miss, I see you really like it too. Ten taels of silver, flat price!"
Yuchi Duan also spoke up, "Five taels of silver, one price. If you sell it, we'll take it. If you don't, we don't want it."
Are you kidding me? Can he be killed by this man?
The vendor looked embarrassed, "This... please at least let me make some money."
Yuchi Duanyi, "I've already made you profit."
"Otherwise I would have said four ounces of silver."
This is indeed made of real gold and is worth some money, but there isn't much gold in it, so it's not that valuable.
"This... Hey!" The vendor took it and helped her wrap it up. "Okay, okay, five taels of silver is five taels of silver. I won't make any money, but I'll just consider it as making friends with you."
Yuchi Duanyi: ...
Not making money? Who are you kidding!
Just as Zong Wanfeng was about to take out the money, Yuchi Duanyi quickly took out some silver from his pocket and handed it to him.
The vendor handed them the wrapped small golden abacus, and Zong Wanfeng took it.
"Wanfeng, if you like this little golden abacus, I'll ask someone to make you a big one."
Make a hundred of them.