Fan Mao, "The 4,000 units of grain I promised you have been milled into rice. Our transaction is officially complete."
Fan Mao, "My promise still stands. If you need food in the future, you can come to me, and we'll negotiate the price."
After completing the promised grain transaction, Bai Yi felt significantly lighter all over.
*Sure enough, carrying debt always made me uncomfortable, but now it's much better.
Still, a favor is owed, so next time I must be careful not to owe favors!*
After a moment of self-reflection, Bai Yi glanced at the numbers displayed on the panel, unable to suppress the smile on her face.
By evening, the harvest from the territory was finally tallied up.
Excluding the 4,000 units promised to Jun Lin and the portion set aside as seed, there was a net profit of 5,510 units of rice.
It was much less than expected.
