"Five hundred taels for one or for all?" Yang Chuxia asked.
"For one."
"Five hundred taels for one? Why doesn't he go rob someone?" These animals were precious in her former life, but they were quite common in this ancient era. How could they be so expensive?
"Go tell him, five hundred taels for all of them! I'll add at most another hundred taels!" Yang Chuxia spoke to the servant again.
A moment later, the servant returned and reported, "Madam, he wants to add two hundred taels. Otherwise, he says he won't sell at all."
"Mommy!"
"Mommy!"
Seeing her contemplating, both dumplings started wailing, each pulling on her arm.
"Alright, alright, if it's two hundred taels, then two hundred taels it is. I'll buy them," she turned to Mingcui and said, "Go with him to pay the silver. After the purchase, send the goods back to the manor."
"Yes, Madam."
