In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed. Ming Teng returned to the capital from Pinggang, bringing back a significant amount of seafood.
Zhulan asked, "Did you trade for it?"
Nowadays, premium seafood is reserved for bartering for grain. Ming Teng brought back two large baskets.
Ming Teng nodded, "Grandson traded two carts of rice and five carts of rice husks. I chose only the kinds of seafood our family loves to eat."
Zhulan let out a breath, relieved that Ming Teng hadn't brought it back recklessly. With everyone watching their grain supplies so closely, it's better to be cautious. Their family wasn't lacking grain to trade for seafood. "These past few days, the market price for grain has been rising."
Ming Teng sat a little farther away from his grandmother, mindful of the smell on his body. "Is silver not worth as much as it was in previous years?"
