341 and not a cent left.

Wang the Cripple was astonished to see her buying so many pots, "The wife of the Xiao Family, you've spent quite a bit of money."

Su Qingyue chuckled, "They are all necessary for our household, I am buying them now since we have the money."

Wang the Cripple was by no means a fool, "Your family just repaid Granny Sun five taels of silver, and you ran out of money a few days ago, now suddenly you have enough to buy so many pots, that's some quick money-making. These pots and jars, they must cost over a hundred cents, right?"

"One hundred and twenty cents."

"All from selling the ferns this morning?"

Su Qingyue wasn't hiding anything, "Yes." She had the oil and salt hidden inside the pots, Wang the Cripple didn't see them, otherwise, he would definitely have been more surprised.

"You're really good at making money. I never expected your ferns to sell so well..." Wang the Cripple sighed in admiration.