C119 Space-harvested

She had to calculate how much she could earn this time.

Eight hundred chickens out of a thousand, two hundred hens left.

The hens she fed were now all at least five catties, twenty-five catties. The abacus in her mind crackled loudly. Very quickly, she was able to sell the chickens for twenty-five taels of silver.

"How many eggs do I need to hand in?"

Beast 007 immediately replied