One hundred taels!
The crowd of onlookers, who had been straining their ears, were all stunned.
'One hundred taels of silver for three people to eat for a month?'
'This is just a handout, isn't it?'
'Are rich people out of their minds?'
Zhang Ze had given it careful thought before proposing one hundred taels, a price he considered just right.
Recently, grain prices had risen tenfold, and the cost of meat and vegetables had also skyrocketed. Lately in Tong City, a single meal cost several taels of silver, and his young master still wasn't used to the taste.
Gu Zhang's family's food seemed decent, unlike the coarse grains other families ate. Although there weren't many dishes, you couldn't be too picky when you were away from home.
When Mrs. Chen heard "one hundred taels," she stopped packing and straightened up, her eyes gleaming as she stared at Gu Zhang, as if silently urging him to agree at once.
