Wang Qi hurriedly said, "Our prices at Sun's Rice Shop are the most fair, brown rice is five cents, and refined rice is seven cents. Miss Su bought refined rice."
"What!" Madam Qian Zhang was greatly surprised, "The wife of the Xiao Family bought refined rice?"
"Yes." Wang Qi nodded.
"How many jin of refined rice did she buy?" Mrs. Qian Zhang looked at the two carts, "The rest are brown rice, right?"
Wang Qi was a bit annoyed by this sour and shrew-like woman, "She didn't buy any brown rice. She bought six hundred jin of refined rice, one hundred jin of flour, fifty jin of oil, and thirty jin of salt."
Liu Yuan added, "And twenty bowls."
The dozen or so villagers who came to watch were stunned.
You should know that even the poorest families in the village have some fields, but the Xiao family doesn't.
The Xiao family, who were already the poorest in the village, suddenly had money to buy so many things, which would make anyone jealous.