He Tuliang quickly covered the crate—it held most of his family's assets. "Now, now, brother-in-law, everything we have here is just old stock. We've painstakingly hauled it all this way to make things more convenient for everyone."
"Hauled it?" Gu Yuanlei pointed at the old yellow ox chewing hay to the side. "Then I suppose this ox is just for decoration? In a caravan this large, only a handful of families have an ox-drawn cart. That tells me your family isn't doing so poorly.
And yet you can't even spare two coins for water? And you even sent my sister back to try and get money out of my parents. Who do you think you're fooling? A three-year-old?"
Gu Wenheng fanned the flames against the scheming family. "Oh, so it's all old stock! In that case, the prices should be about what they were before, right? Since we're family, I should patronize your business a little. I'll take some things off your hands, save you the trouble of hauling them the rest of the way."
