The shopkeeper's wife looked over worriedly: "Little brother, are you alright?"
Liu Ji nodded.
Qin Yao smiled and shook her head, "He's fine."
"Shopkeeper's wife, how do you sell your roof tiles?" Qin Yao inquired about the price.
Business was important, so the shopkeeper's wife didn't pay much more attention to Liu Ji. As she led Qin Yao to see the tiles, she said, "It depends on how many you need. We are a tile kiln, selling to the local village. If you buy more than two hundred pieces, the price is more economical."
Uncle Jiu had previously helped Qin Yao calculate that she needed about two thousand pieces to fully tile her house. There might be some leftovers, but not too many.
Qin Yao then asked the shopkeeper's wife if she could buy extra for now and return any that were left over later.
She remembered that before the apocalypse, when her parents were doing renovations, they bought materials like this. So it should be possible here too, right?
