Bai Guoqing was about to faint; the young boy's face was pale.
Oh my, he never expected the most expensive liquor in the village would be more than twenty yuan; I bet even the village head hasn't tried such a drink.
It's no wonder the kid was scared to the point of fainting with such pricey wine requiring two bottles.
Uncle Wang was a bit troubled.
Originally, he wanted to help out the Bai family a bit, but he didn't expect these city people to recognize the goods; this place is so tiny.
They can spot them at a glance, which isn't surprising, especially since he showcased such a liquor in his store as the pride of the place.
Sometimes, he could even show off a bit when someone came over.
At least our village's little shop has something valuable.
With no other choice, he had to fetch those two bottles of his prized possession from behind the counter.
In his heart, he cursed these city folks from generations back.
