The woman in the professional attire originally displayed some disdain, intending to belittle the usefulness of a mere few pounds of Mugwort, wondering why she was putting on such airs. But then, upon hearing it again—tons? Did she hear tons? She stuttered, "Tons? Did you say tons? Not just a few pounds or ounces?"
A ton is two thousand times a pound. Even though the woman was a clerk who handled large volumes of materials in Xinlan, in this apocalyptic world, materials discussed by the ton were scarce.
Unfortunately, Jing Shu ignored her and did not respond, as Elder Zhang had excitedly rushed over, pushing aside the woman who was in the way, and eagerly discussing the acquisition of Mugwort with Jing Shu. "Ah, girl, you truly are our lucky star! Having so much Mugwort really solves our urgent problem!"
