As he spoke, there was a hint of a smile in his gaze,
"Although this herb isn't in the prescription you gave me, it looks extraordinary. The roots are plump; it should be a spiritual herb."
"What do you mean?" Zhang Feng heard this and shifted his eyes from the clay pot to the smiling master thief,
"Did you steal it, or buy it?"
"The shopkeeper sure has an eye." The thief snorted, "This ginseng is priced at a thousand taels.
A single tael is enough for an ordinary family to live frugally for a year.
A thousand taels could be the food supply for a family of three for a millennium."
"If this ginseng is truly as you say, a spiritual herb, then its price is not unreasonable." After hearing the thief's calculation, Zhang Feng realized it made sense and didn't find the price of the ginseng exaggerated.
Because the thief mentioned living frugally.
And Zhang Feng also understood this world's pricing.
