章節 183: Omen

Night soil was a smelly thing to the people in the city, but to the farmers, it was a good thing.

The people who poured the night soil had income from two sources. They poured the night soil for the people in the city at a fee of 1.5 copper coins per barrel. No matter how filled the buckets were, the number of barrels were charged at this rate. And when they sold it to the farmers, they also charged them 1.5 copper coins per barrel. However, that was when they were bought in small quantities. If they wanted a large quantity, the price could be lowered further. For example, the last time, when Great-aunt went to buy it, she lowered the price to 1.2 copper coins. This time, the Sun family could lower the price to one copper coin or even lower.

When she pulled the buckets to collect it, Mu Yangling deeply felt that it had not been easy for everyone, especially for her. She would probably still be able to smell the stench after three days.