"Young lady, how much for one jar?"
The man who took the fruit wine stared joyfully at the jar in his hand. The last time Su Yunjin had delivered fruit wine, Fan Wenxuan had someone smash it all over the ground, and at that time, this man had been at the scene.
Back then, smelling the fragrance of the wine on the ground, he had particularly wanted to taste it, and after waiting for so long, he finally managed to buy a jar.
The man was eager to take a sip right away.
The price was written on the wine jar. Before Su Yunjin could speak, someone in the back reminded the man, "Look, the price is written on the jar."
The man looked carefully at the wine jar he held, and indeed the price was written on it. When the man's gaze fell on the three marked on the jar, his face suddenly stiffened.
Three taels?
Three taels for such a small jar of fruit wine?