This transaction was much more peaceful than the last one.
After everyone left, Pei Nansheng said to Zuo Ling, "They've found a new client; otherwise, they wouldn't have arrived so quickly."
Zuo Ling noticed it too.
"Fine, let's save as many as we can."
Pei Nansheng sarcastically said, "You have a kind heart, but in their eyes, you'd be a heartless and rotten robber."
Zuo Ling sighed, "Yes, it's hard to be a good person!"
Sure enough, a week later, Old Tenzin returned with the gold.
Upon seeing the potatoes that Wangza had brought, Deji was so happy that he put his arm around Wangza's shoulder and said, "Oh, good brother, you are an angel sent by heaven to save me."
Wangza blushed deeply and stammered, "Deji, this, this isn't a gift for you, it has to be exchanged for gold."
He held up five fingers, "5.5 jin of gold, in exchange for 10 jin of potatoes."
Wangza was filled with shame. Zuo Ling was a heartless and rotten bandit. What Old Danzeng had ordered him to do was even more shameless than that of a bandit.
Deji paused for a moment, then burst into laughter:
“Good brother, I know the rules. You must have put a lot of effort into getting such good food, and you even wanted to share some with me. I, Deji, am already very grateful. It’s just 5 catties of gold, no problem, no problem.”
Deji had over a hundred men under his command, and they were even less fed than Old Danzeng and his men.
Ten pounds of potatoes for five pounds of gold is indeed outrageously expensive, but Deji is already grateful that he can exchange those cold, unpalatable things for food.
When Wangza left, he brought back 10 jin of gold. The extra 5 jin was a deposit that Deji gave to Wangza.
What reassured Wangza was that Deji didn't inquire where the potatoes came from.
Exchange 20 jin of potatoes with Deji for 10 jin of gold, then use 10 jin of gold to exchange with Zuoling for 200 jin of sweet potatoes and potatoes.
Old Danzeng had tasted the benefits, and if it weren't for the fact that he was too far from Deji's camp, he would have loved to come and exchange with Zuoling every day.
After the exchange, Zuo Ling said, "Old man, from now on, we'll exchange no more than once every two weeks."
Old Danzeng was anxious; he wanted to take the opportunity to stockpile more grain.
“Girl, didn’t we have a good deal? We have gold, we have…”
Zuo Ling stopped him:
“Crops have a growth cycle, and after deducting what we eat ourselves, not much can be traded.”
Trading once every two weeks is already quite frequent; she's not as crazy as Old Tenzin.
"Want to expand planting? If you're too busy, we can help. Don't worry, we won't charge you."
Old Danzeng had been eyeing Zuo Ling's planting techniques for a long time but hadn't had a chance to ask. Now that he had the opportunity, he wasn't about to let it slip by.
Zuo Ling didn't speak, but looked at him with a cold face.
The relaxed atmosphere instantly became awkward, and Old Tenzin said sheepishly, "Never mind, never mind."
Others can't grow food, but the left-leaning psionic can. How could such planting technology be easily known to others?
Realizing he had been greedy, Old Tenzin made a quick getaway.
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