"I sold those stones to the bookstore owner and got a hundred coins."
"!!!"
"Really?!" Lu Amian immediately put aside her dislike and was overjoyed. "Then I'll have fifty coins?!"
Meng Chijian nodded, took out a handful of money from his bag, and asked her to count out fifty coins.
Good heavens! Lu Amian was overjoyed, lying on the wooden table, laughing and counting money.
“Don’t think fifty coins is a lot. It’s a lot of pocket money for a child, but it’s not much for an adult,” Meng Chijian decided to teach her some things so she wouldn’t suffer losses in the future. “Do you know how much a laborer who moves cargo at the docks earns in a day?”
Lu Amian answered absentmindedly, "I don't know...maybe ten coins? Twenty coins."
"A laborer can earn about 100 to 150 coins a day. Those who are diligent and carry more goods will earn more."
Lu Amian was a little surprised.
Meng Chijian continued calmly, saying something quite shocking: "And I am a blacksmith, it's a craft. Although I don't get orders every day, on average I can earn about three hundred coins a day."
Suddenly, Lu Amian realized that her fifty coins were indeed not much.
Meng Chijian realized that she was not stupid; it was just that probably no one had ever told her these things before, and she herself had not paid attention to them.
Seeing that he had taught enough, he opened the large bundle, inside which were a variety of items:
Needles and thread, seasonings needed for the household, vegetables and fruits... and a hot water bottle!
"I know how much this costs, this will cost—one tael of silver!"
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