Martin pursed his lips painfully: "How much do you want to buy?"
"Isn't it the spring famine now?" Horn chuckled, "We're allies, right? My gain is roughly equal to your gain, so I want to offer 20,000 gold pounds to purchase 1.2 million gallons of grain."
"1.2 million gallons?!" Martin's eyes widened, "That's too much?"
"Too much? Kasha County is a major grain-producing region, 1.2 million gallons is about just over 5,000 tons, not really a lot, is it?"
"The monastery doesn't have surplus grain either..." Martin pulled out a small booklet from his pocket and flipped through a couple of pages before speaking.
"Everyone knows Kasha County wasn't really affected by the disaster, so there's a lot of grain, but the annual yield has been affected somewhat.
Moreover, after the flood, grain prices soared everywhere, farmers in Kasha County made a windfall, and there's not much grain left in their hands.
