"Wonderful, wonderful. This Black Gold Ointment that Nuozi developed is truly amazing."
His great-uncle praised him profusely.
Beside him, his uncle, Chen Shuiwen, also wore a look of approval.
Chen Nuo smiled warmly, showing a touch of modesty.
But his gaze remained fixed on the table.
A pile of broken silver and copper coins lay there.
A rough count revealed a surprising total of ten taels of silver.
Ten taels of silver was not to be underestimated. In this day and age, a commoner earned only about thirty cents a day.
One tael of silver was worth about ten mace, and one mace was worth about one hundred cents.
Besides, Chen Nuo hadn't produced much Black Gold Ointment. To have sold it for this much was already quite an accomplishment.
"But it's still not enough,"
Chen Nuo said gravely.
Six hundred taels of silver.
After buying grain, there was less than one hundred taels left from the silver obtained from the Hu Family.
