Chapitre 53: Chapter 53 We Are Not Beggars

"I know Mao Valley Town is struggling, but our company's product prices are already lower than the merchants in Chicken Head Town; we can't reduce them further."

The young man leaning on a cane looked helpless.

Cao Dayuan scratched his ear, at a loss for words.

The goods from Wasteland Development Company were indeed excellent quality for the price.

Nowadays, the townspeople of Mao Valley possessed rhombic stones, and their burrows could be lit for extended periods, thanks to the company driving down prices. Just ten Mao Valley worms could be exchanged for one stone.

Past meats—albeit only scraps near the bones—could be bartered with mushrooms. They weren't just dry, dirty bits of bone, but whole pieces with meat and marrow. Thrown into a pot with mushrooms and stewed with a pinch of salt, it made a beautiful broth.

But Mao Valley Town was still too poor.

"Ah, I understand."