Jiang Xia had been to the county town many times and had seen many people judge a book by its cover. Still, it was her first time encountering such a disrespectful old scholar who just threw the Isatis root directly back into her arms.
Jiang Xia instantly became angry. However, thinking that she still had half a basket of Isatis root left unsold and her purpose hadn't been achieved, she suppressed her anger for the time being.
Jiang Xia put on a wronged expression, her eyes teary, clutching the Isatis root. "Grandpa, why won't you accept the Isatis root? Didn't you just ask me how many food tickets I wanted in exchange?"
The old scholar was already growing impatient, but he couldn't bear to see the pitiable look on a child's face. It reminded him of his own young grandson, softening his heart slightly, and he wasn't as firm. "Little girl, you have too little Isatis root. One plant won't even exchange for a pound of grain. What price do you expect me to give? I can't give one"
