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"You are being too ruthless with your tactics, Zhu Ji! Do you think that just because it's not your child making it, you can lower the price? Only ten stones? Is that a sign of disrespect towards my son's craftsmanship or towards Immortal Sir?"
"Wind, have the two families in Xinghua Village each create a statue for him. Consider these as my gifts. The remaining metallic paint and gold and silver materials will be used for our own purposes."
After Zhao An finished speaking, Zhu Ji's face immediately flushed red.
"Zhao An, you—"
Zhao An placed his hands on his hips and replied, "What’s wrong? Is there a problem? This is a fair trade! Your offer is so low that do you think we have no rights at all?"
Looking at the sturdy Zhao An, Zhu Ji could only helplessly shake his head. "Alright, alright. How much food do you plan to exchange for one small statue?"
Zhao An extended his hand to gesture. "One stone for each!"
Zhu Ji nearly choked on his anger. "Zhao An, do you know how much one stone of food is? An adult usually only needs three stones of food for an entire year. The elderly, children, and pregnant women eat even less. One small statue would be enough for thirty to forty-five people to eat for a whole year. Isn’t that exploitation?"
"Isn't thirty to forty-five people's worth of food for a year quite a lot?"
Indeed, it was a significant amount. Zhao Zhuang was currently in the midst of large-scale refugee resettlement.
In the days since Yun Yi left the village, Zhao Family Village had taken in over a thousand refugees. Although the food supplies within the village could last for a while, the number of refugees was bound to increase. Eventually, the food would run out. Moreover, there was no telling when Lord Deity would return. Therefore, it was imperative to find ways to stockpile more food and silently pray for Lord Deity's swift return to the village. Otherwise, Zhao Family Village would face an even greater crisis.
Zhao An, however, remained obstinate. "I know that one stone of grain is a lot, and this small statue is certainly not an ordinary item. My son Zhao Feng's craftsmanship is unmatched in all of Zhengding County and even Changshan County. Furthermore, this statue has been treated with gold and silver paint. The value of gold and silver is not trivial. If you all think the price is too high and cannot afford it, we can keep it ourselves. What’s wrong with that?"
Seeing Zhao An's unwavering stance made Zhu Ji's heart ache. The price of one stone of grain at this rate was truly outrageous. To be honest, even a statue made entirely of pure gold at this size would likely not be worth so much—especially in a year plagued by disasters when grain prices had skyrocketed to shocking levels. What once could be bought for thirty coins now required several hundred or even thousands.
Indeed, one stone of grain could fetch a substantial amount of gold in the market. Zhu Ji had known Zhao An for decades; he was not someone who only valued money. The reason Zhao An offered such a high price for grain was entirely due to Lord Deity's instructions to accept and accommodate the refugees, which had led to a food shortage in the village.
One must exhaust all means to search for food. Well, if it’s expensive, so be it.
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