Rong Yan nodded, "A total of five hundred jin each."
Upon hearing this, Qin Ye felt uneasy, "I'll go get Tie Zhu right now."
"That's fine." After all, selling it means money.
However, they couldn't sell these goods every day; they had to space it out by ten to fifteen days.
Tie Zhu heard the knocking outside, so he went to open the door.
Upon seeing his good brother Qin Ye, he was somewhat surprised.
"Qin Ye, what brings you here?"
"I need to see you." Qin Ye didn't elaborate and just walked in.
Upon hearing this, Tie Zhu grew curious.
After closing the door, he casually asked, "What's up?"
Standing in the courtyard, Qin Ye didn't beat around the bush and directly said, "I've got a batch of grain. Can you handle it on your end?"
Tie Zhu was stunned upon hearing this.
"You got grain? What kind and how much?"
Several questions came one after another.
"Five hundred jin each of rice and high-quality flour, plus a small amount of noodles."
