Jiang Xingye opened the burlap sack, it was full of hides inside.
Several of the hides were quite good, with bright fur and uniform color, clearly rare.
"Aren't you going to get a wife? Why not keep these good hides?" Old Qian squatted down, stroked the hides, the texture was smooth, extremely nice to touch.
"Kept them, kept the best ones." Jiang Xingye said, "See, how much can I get for them? I want 200 in cash, and not missing a single part from the three rounds and one sound (essential household items)."
Old Qian said, "You have quite the appetite!"
However, he still asked Song Shimian, "Is there any stock?"
Song Shimian laughed, "Yes, I've always kept a set, it's all for Little Ye, I even thought this day would never come."
Old Qian laughed, "Nonsense, I'm still waiting to hold a grandson."
As he spoke, he glanced at Jiang Xingye, seeing his lowered eyes, he sighed silently in his heart and said no more.
