Chương 164: Misty Rain (1)

"Why do you say that?" Jiang Ming asked with a smile. He did not look down on the old man just because he was a mortal. The old man could be well-connected, after all. 

Jiang Ming bought two pounds of the persimmons the old man was selling with some silver. He chatted with the old man while eating and walking. 

The currency in this world was somewhat inflated, but silver was still a hard currency for ordinary people. 

"You're too kind!" The old man accepted the silver and was obviously much more enthusiastic. He gave Jiang Ming a detailed explanation.