Jiang Xinyu gritted her teeth. "Okay, I'll take it."
"There's also two old bridal chests left from ancient times here. Look, you can't beat the quality, it's made of rosewood."
"Comrade, how much for these chests?"
"If you want them, sixty for both. They're old furniture, good wood, but not many people like them.
Do you need a table for the kang bed or a ground table for dining?"
"A ground table." Jiang Xinyu was calculating the money in her hand, so her expression was a bit pained.
"Don't worry, I can lend you some money."
Jiang Xinyu didn't reply to Wei Kaiyun but kept looking at Old Yang.
"Comrade, do you need food? Can I exchange it for grain?"
"Sure, with Xiao Wei, I'll give you the black market price. What do you have?"
"Cornmeal. Refined, no husk."
"I'll give you one dollar per pound."
"Alright, I can buy it then." Jiang Xinyu exhaled in relief.
