"Old brother, how much for this Yunjin Grass?"
"Two spirit stones per plant, all two years old, hey, don't touch if you're not buying!"
In the South Lake Market, at a medicinal herb stand in the vendor area, the vendor reached out and slapped a skinny customer's hand.
This skinny, bone-thin customer quickly withdrew his hand that was about to touch the spirit grass, showing an embarrassed smile.
A brawny, bald man came over, pointing at a pile of medicinal herbs on the stand with a coarse voice, asking:
"Brother, what's the price of this Scarlet Grass?"
Seeing the big man looking so burly, the vendor was more polite: "Scarlet grass is two-point six tael per plant, one year old."
The big guy frowned: "One year old? Expensive! Will you sell for one-point seven tael?"
"How much do you need? If you buy more, we can talk."
The vendor hesitated.
"Everything on your stand, I'll take it all. But wait for me, I'll go back and get the spirit stones."
The big man seemed quite rich.