Feng Qingxue chuckled, "Thanks to it being Ajiang's share, these are all given to me uniformly at eight cents per pound no matter if they are high or low grade. The total weight is three thousand two hundred pounds. Sir, would you like to weigh it?"
"There's no need, no need. How could I not trust you after you've helped out so much?" Feng Shuanzhu quickly waved his hands, while also letting out a sigh of relief.
Eight cents a pound, significantly less than he had expected, surprisingly so.
According to him, even in the black market, fresh sweet potatoes are sold for fifty cents to a dollar a pound.
Eight cents a pound, it was a real bargain. It's likely that Feng Qingxue had to spend considerable effort.
Understanding this, Feng Shuanzhu didn't weigh the grains. He directly calculated at three thousand three hundred pounds. He withdrew one hundred sixty-four dollars from the collective's public account to give Feng Qingxue, still owing her a hundred.