He rubbed his hands and laughed, "Oh, little girl, don't be so serious. I'm just an old man, can't keep up with everything."
"Forget it," Wen Ran said with a newspaper in her right hand and gestured with her left, "Let's go count the money."
The old man placed the items on the scale and checked them, making sure there were no prohibited items. He glanced at the rack and casually said, "Why do you need this?"
Wen Ran replied coolly and calmly, "It tripped my sister. I'm going to take it home and chop it up for firewood. Why, does this also need to be paid for?"
She casually changed the subject, and the old man didn't think much of it. Less than three pounds of broken wood, what's it worth?
"Wow, you really have a sharp tongue, girl," he chuckled, "Eighty cents."
"That expensive?"
The old man waved his hand dismissively, "Come on, don't those chestnuts cost more?"
"Alright then," Wen Ran took out some money, grabbed Hongguo, and swiftly made their exit.
