"Yeah, in that case, just keep it for now." This girl is really stubborn when she sets her mind. But it's just a sheep, no big deal.
"Girl, this sheep is at most ninety bucks."
Yuanyuan nodded, ninety it is, selling it now avoids hassle later.
"Uncle Yang, give me a share of all your farming tools here, and I need two large iron pots too."
"Alright, I've got everything prepared for you, come over and pick it up the night after tomorrow." Old Yang knew to avoid the village people's eyes.
Yuanyuan went to the general store again and sold a hundred candles, or rather, ten bundles, along with kerosene lamps, kerosene, flashlights, batteries, and bought five rolls of coarse cotton cloth, planning to grind cornmeal at home later, which still required many sacks.
Back home, she started using the big ram for grinding; she wouldn't need it anymore afterwards.
In a day and night, she'd ground five hundred pounds of cornmeal.
