Yang Yang dragged Wula and said, "No, my friend, the friendship of a friend country is great, and our costs are not high. A thousand cups are too few. Let's do this, give you 5,000 cups, which is only 1 ton in total. 1 ton is not much, 1000 liters."
"No, no, no!"
Wula felt even more guilty. Look, Huaxia can't even afford to eat, eating those rotten corpse insects every day, and now they are still being so generous, giving so many good things, he really can't bear it,
"Huaxia helped us a lot in the past, and now not only we have failed to help you, but we are also taking so much from you, it's not right. We only need 2,000 cups at most!"
In the end, both parties felt they had gotten a huge deal, and the price was set at five thousand cups. Jing Shu and her side felt that they only spent a tiny fraction of what the plants on the ship produced to get so much food, which the friend country had scrimped and saved, and they felt quite guilty.
