Chapter 382: The Loss-Making Boss

Because most of the grain in the market had been requisitioned for the army, there was very little left for the common people to buy and sell, and many hadn't eaten rice in a long time.

So upon seeing the paddy, not only the shoppers but even the vendors couldn't wait to come over and ask how much the rice was selling for.

The two hadn't expected rice to be so popular; they had just decided on a whim and hadn't researched the market prices, so they casually mentioned a price they thought was reasonable.

Fifteen copper coins per sheng.

Upon hearing this, the villagers didn't hesitate at all and quickly paid the money.

Seeing their own rice so popular, Li Wenli and Bai Junjun exchanged a perplexed look.

Bai Junjun whispered, "Did we price it too low?"

"I don't think so," Li Wenli considered for a moment and then seriously replied.

In the original owner's memory, rice was twelve copper coins per sheng, so actually, Bai Junjun had raised the price by three coins.