Feng Jun did some calculations and felt the price was fair: one tael of Gold for one ton of grain, roughly speaking, the deal wasn't far off. "There's nothing wrong with this condition, right?"
The Talisman Bearer could only respond with a bitter smile, "The price is reasonable, but over at the Chaos Plane, they only recognize grain. With our current grain production, one tael of Gold might buy one ton of grain, but fifty thousand taels of Gold definitely won't buy fifty thousand tons of grain."
In the era of small-scale farming, the price of food wouldn't follow the price system of an industrial society. That went without saying.
Feng Jun let out a cold laugh. "Whose fault is that? He's the one who wanted to take advantage and had ill intentions. Who else is to blame?"