"I won't sell them. If I can't sell them, I'll just keep them for myself."
"How about two cents?"
"Three cents and no bargaining. Buy it or leave it. Even if I can't finish them, I can make dried fish."
"Fine, three cents then…" Qian Zhang thought she wanted to eat fish, and she rummaged through her pocket, finding only one copper coin, "Weigh me some."
Su Qingyue directly picked a small fish, propped it up on the scale, "Exactly three taels and three."
"This fish is too small… Can't you give me more..."
"Do you want it? I can give you more, but you need to pay more."
"Forget it, I'll take this one." Qian Zhang took the fish pierced with grass by Su Qingyue, paid the money, and muttered, "The fish is too small, it's not enough for a bowl of soup…"