Listening to the meaning of Mu Tilian's words, the shopkeeper Tong knew that Mu Ti Lian was going to raise the price again.

"How can I not afford it, it's just that even if I buy it, I can't be a big boss, although this tiger skin is flawless, but it is not so precious, the ordinary tiger skin on the market is only worth fifty taels, and your tiger skin is worth eighty taels at most." The shopkeeper Tong is also a person who has been in the industry for so long, so naturally he will not let himself suffer.

"Mm-hmm, that's a good point." Mutilei nodded in approval.

Hearing this, Shopkeeper Tong raised his chin arrogantly.

"But how do you know if the tiger skin that passed through my hand is still worth that price?" Muti said lightly.

Shopkeeper Tong looked at Mu Tilian with some doubts, "You mean you process this tiger skin yourself?" "This village woman still has such skills?!

Mutilei nodded.

Shopkeeper Tong lowered his head and pondered, and after a while, he raised his head again and said: "Maybe you have some craftsmanship, but you will definitely not be able to make anything very good, so how about I buy this tiger skin for a hundred taels?" This is what the shopkeeper Tong said after weighing it again and again.

One hundred and twenty-one tiger skins?

Mu Tilian pondered for a moment, and just when Zhang Yuan couldn't help but want to agree for Mu Tilian, Mu Tilian nodded and said, "Then one hundred taels." "Selling it directly like this, Mu Tilian can save a lot of trouble.

Shopkeeper Tong doesn't know why, there is always a feeling of being pitted by Mu Dilian, maybe people can't make anything good at all, why can't he hold his breath and add twenty taels of silver!

Alas, if the proprietor knew that he had spent a hundred taels on a tiger skin, I wonder if he would have picked his skin!

However, since they all agreed to buy at this price, it is impossible for the shopkeeper Tong to say that it has changed again, so he planned to give the silver ticket to Mu Tilian, but was interrupted by Mu Di Lian's mouth, "You are not in a hurry to give me money first, I need to buy a century-old ginseng, as for how much silver is needed, you can deduct it from it." ”

Xia Hongbo said that if you want Shi Xiuchen to get better quickly, you also need to make up for it, and it is best to have someone to make it up for him.

Mu Tilian didn't want to face his group of superb relatives alone, so he wanted Shi Xiuchen to get better quickly, so that the matter of Qingling Spring would not be exposed!

"Buy a 100-year-old ginseng?" Shopkeeper Tong asked again with some surprise.

Very few people will buy a ginseng directly, after all, ginseng is not cheap, even if it is ten years old, let alone a hundred years? That's not an ordinary amount of money!

However, the shopkeeper Tong soon found that his worries were unnecessary, because this village woman had just earned two hundred and eighty taels from him, and all this silver could be used to buy a small house in the town.

"A hundred years of ginseng, one needs almost one hundred and fifty taels of silver, if you want a whole stick, I only need to give you another ......" Shopkeeper Tong picked up a small abacus hanging on his body and counted it crackling.

"It's one hundred and thirty taels." Shopkeeper Tong quickly finished it and said to Mu Tilian.

"Well, give me a silver ticket for this one hundred taels, and give me the remaining thirty taels to be folded into broken silver." Mu Tilian glanced at the small abacus hanging on the shopkeeper Tong's body, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, people who didn't know thought that he was a bookkeeper who was in charge of accounts, and this thing was actually carried with him.

"Yes." Shopkeeper Tong beckoned a medicine boy to come over and asked him to fetch a century-old ginseng, and then prepared a silver ticket for Mu Tilian.