"You mean..."

"So, so...so, so..."

"oh oh……"

Then at noon the next day, someone in Lishi County saw a few young and old men carrying things in the city:

"For wool, big sauce, one pound of wool and one full sauce."

"Wool is replaced with fermented bean curd, and one pound of wool is replaced with two fermented bean curd."

Everyone hasn't heard of that big sauce or something. I don't know what it is, whether it tastes good or not, but everyone knows fermented bean curd and basically has eaten it. Except for some people who don't like it, most people still like it very much.

I heard that some people like to eat fermented bean curd very much, and they have to have every meal. There is no fermented bean curd on the table, and the meal is not delicious. Some people even buy it for fun, just like a child eating candy, and if you have something to do, you have to hold a piece in your mouth.

At this time, someone was shouting on the street that wool could be replaced with fermented bean curd. Everyone expressed their regrets that they would have collected some wool and put it at home if they had known it.

But the butcher who slaughtered mutton and sold meat every day was very happy after hearing this, thinking that his family would definitely not lack the fermented bean curd in the future. Not only he was happy, but the whole family was very happy.

That afternoon, another villager who had made an appointment with him wanted to drive two goats over.
Chapter completed!