Jiang Hu carried a basket full of cow dung over, helped by Liu Yang to place it in their yard.
"Didn't we agree to split the money from selling the sorghum stalks? But the shopkeeper Liu gave us an even amount, so instead, I decided to bring you a basket of cow dung."
Liu Yang was a bit embarrassed: "No need to be so particular about it. The sorghum stalks don't fetch much money. If it weren't for you, Brother Jiang, we couldn't have sold the syrup at such a high price."
Thinking about the silver ingots, Liu Yang felt a bit excited.
Jiang Hu couldn't help but laugh: "I didn't expect it either, but shopkeeper Liu said that he can afford to pay this price and still make a profit."
Liu Yang nodded repeatedly: "That's because it's you, Brother Jiang, doing the selling; if it were anyone else, they might not have gotten this price."
Shopkeeper Liu had great trust in Brother Jiang and treated the Jiang family differently from others.
