Yingbao was attentively listening when she heard someone calling out to her: "Hey! You, the pastry seller! Come over here!"
She walked over, only to hear the man saying: "Give me two of your pastries."
Yingbao handed him two pastries and said, "That will be twenty coins."
"Twenty coins?" The man slammed the table and blew his mustache, his eyes wide open, "In the past, they were no more than three coins each. How are you charging ten per piece?"
Yingbao took back her pastries, turned around and walked away, paying no heed to the man's curses and grumbles, not even looking back.
Standing by the side of the street, Yingbao considered the situation for a moment and decided to visit the County Government.
As she passed by her shop, she saw that the two storefronts facing the street were burned to the ground, but the back building was still standing.
Even the big two-story house she had recently built was still intact.
However, it seemed there were people living in the new house.