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"Five liang, five liang for a jar." "Three pots for fifteen taels of silver," Steward Zhang slightly raised his brows as a trace of cunning flashed past his eyes.

Heh! Qin Wuya laughed coldly in her heart.

If he had been willing to pay five silvers a pot when he went to Zhang Mansion that day, he would have sold it for a long time