A relatively affordable metal lamp costs two hundred wen.
After choosing for a long time, she picked the cheapest ceramic oil lamp, which cost thirty cents.
Seeing that she had chosen a ceramic lamp, the shop owner was less enthusiastic. He handed the lamp to her with a sigh and asked indifferently, "Do you want a wick?"
"Yes, how much?"
"Five cents a handful."
Yan Funing considered that the oil lamp was dim and that candles would be brighter for someone writing at night, so she said, "I'll buy a few more candles."
The shop owner greeted him with a smile again: "How many candles do you want?" and reminded him, "A candle is twenty cents a piece."
"Buy six candles."
Yan Funing took out one hundred and fifty-five coins and gave them to her.
The shop owner counted them carefully one by one to make sure the number was correct, then he wrapped up six candles, an oil lamp and a handful of wicks and gave them to her.
Yan Funing took the paper bag and carefully put it into the backpack.
The sale of Ganoderma lucidum today was thanks to Tong Cheng's contribution. His blacksmith shop was only a mile away from here, so she arrived there quickly by walking, and then went to the blacksmith shop with her backpack on her back.
Tong Cheng was not in the shop. Tong Ya was sitting on a small stool with a sullen face, in a daze.
Yan Funing walked over quietly and handed her a bag of malt sugar.
Tong Ya came back to her senses, took the candy and jumped up happily.
"Sister, my father has gone to the next village to deliver a hoe. Do you want to wait for him?"
"No more waiting, sister wants to go home."
Yan Funing waved at her and walked quickly back to the market.
When she arrived at the west street, there were only three passengers in the rickshaw driven by Li.
On the way back in the ox cart, Yan Funing thought, I bought candles and oil lamps for someone, so he should agree to teach her how to read and write, right?
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