"Alright, alright, Boss Zhang, we just want half. You tell me what you want to trade for, whatever West Camp Village has is fine. Just saying ahead, we can't ask for any young girls or boys; we're not trading people."
It sounded like a joke, but Ma Changshou's tone was far from joking, which made Zhang Su ponder for a while.
"Don't worry, I can't afford to support too many people anyway. But, old village chief, I'm eyeing your big fat pigs, give me a better price, just four well-bred sows!"
Zhang Su directly quoted a price.
This time, Ma Changshou's response was noticeably slower, with a minute of silence before he replied, "Boss Zhang, your words left me stunned. I just specifically checked with the village, there's no big fat pig at all, just a few sheep. How about giving you four sheep? Winter is coming, eating mutton is good for the body!"
