A total of five paintings, together making three hundred, the book was given for two hundred thirty. The two inkstones were given for fifty, no knowledge of the brushes, none were taken, a paperweight was given for thirty. The total is seven hundred twenty yuan.
"Uncle, do you think I calculated it right?"
"Yes, young lady, you're really quite impressive."
Zeng Hongling shyly smiled, "Uncle, I learned this from the elders in my family before."
As Hongling spoke, she pulled money out from her satchel.
"Young lady, I see that you're not an ordinary person either. How about this, can you get me some food supplies?" The people in the village had already told him, the two girls exchanged meat, oil, and such for old items—it must be her.
Hongling was momentarily taken aback, thinking to herself that she had indeed guessed it right. After all, in such a small place, Su Yuanyuan and the other had been collecting for several months; it was normal they knew of them.
