Chapter 60

"Did you hunt all these animals yourself?"

Dong Yi looked at the black bear, gray wolf, and tiger skins placed behind the ox cart, her eyes showing a hint of surprise.

She still remembered that it had only been three days since her agreement with Duan Yu.

Duan Yu nodded and said: "They are all according to your requirements, basically no wounds can be seen."

"You can check."

Dong Yi shook her head and said with a smile: "As long as you say it, I believe it, no need to check."

"However..."

Dong Yi looked at Duan Yu curiously and said: "Aren't you afraid I'll deceive you? Paying one hundred gold to collect these animal skins is clearly higher than the market price."

Duan Yu shook his head.

In terms of judging people, he still had quite a bit of experience.

"No matter how I calculate this deal, I don't lose."

"You already gave me ten gold before, if you wanted to deceive me, why pay in advance?"

"Unless..."

Dong Yi's eyebrows raised, her clean calves hidden under her dress at the edge of the ox cart swaying gently as she looked at Duan Yu with a smile: "Unless what?"

"Unless... unless you have other intentions."

He is so smart.

Surprise flashed in Dong Yi's beautiful eyes.

She did indeed have other intentions.

That day she had already talked to Li Ru; she actually wanted to recruit Duan Yu to her father's command.

Did he guess it?

Or did he happen to guess it by chance?

Half-jokingly and half-seriously, Dong Yi said with a smile: "It seems there is another 'smart' written on your face."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Duan Yu replied with a smile.

"Your archery is so good, and I guess you must be able to ride a horse," Dong Yi said with a smile: "Why, with this skill, do you have to make a living in the mountains?"

"Fame is only taken from the horse's back; if you join the army as a general, you will certainly have a bright future."

"Why care about these petty gains?"

Dong Yi's gaze fell on the furs behind them.

Petty gains?

Truly living in a wealthy family, not knowing the suffering of the common people.

"This Eldest Miss, let me correct your words first."

Duan Yu extended a finger and waved it in front of Dong Yi, saying: "First of all, these are not petty gains."

"Do you know how much a stone of millet costs now?"

Dong Yi's red lips parted slightly, but she shook her head.

She didn't know.

"Four hundred coins," Duan Yu said with a smile: "At most four hundred coins."

"And that's for high-quality millet."

"Four hundred coins can get you a stone of millet."

"This stone of millet, if added with some wild vegetables and other things to make porridge, can keep a family alive for a month!"

"How much is ten gold?"

"How many families can it support?"

"A dou of wine is only thirty coins, a stone of salt is eight hundred coins!"

"Ten gold... is enough to make someone's daughter, raised for ten years, kneel at your feet and do anything."

"Not to mention one hundred gold."

"For the common people, do you know what the concept of one hundred gold is?"

Dong Yi nodded in astonishment.

One hundred gold, for her, really wasn't much.

It seemed that no one had ever taught her these things from childhood.