Mu Shuangshuang asked Liu Zian for the reason for the books because she thought they might be useful in the future.
Whether it's to take them back to teach Xiao Han and Little Zhi to recognize characters or to find characters she needs in those books herself.
"I brought out ten books, ten wen each."
Liu Zian didn't take advantage of Mu Shuangshuang. He originally bought those books for more than ten wen each, some even for twenty.
"Five wen each, you've used them for so long, there's some wear and tear." Mu Shuangshuang bargained.
Liu Zian hesitated. Five wen per book meant he could only sell them for fifty wen, not a small amount, but definitely not much either.
"How about this, did you bring any brushes or xuan paper? If so, give me a brush and two sheets of xuan paper, and I'll give you eighty wen."
Eighty wen, equivalent to more than a month's wages for her mother, this scholar wasn't too much at a loss.
"Alright!"
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The side room of the Old Mu Family.
