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"Three... Thirty … Thirty silver? "

The old man stared at the three ingots in Wen Xiu's hands with his turbid eyes. His lips were trembling with excitement, unable to utter a complete sentence.

On the market, a young farmer's cow was worth about twenty taels of silver, which could be bought for twelve to thirteen taels of silver for the bigger one, or even ten taels for the smaller one