"Stop!"
From the carriage, Zhang San glanced at Niu Mo and asked, "May I help you with something?"
"Hmm...how much is this wine, I'll...," stammered Niu Mo as he fumbled in his chest pocket and embarrassingly pulled out a small piece of gold, "you better tell me the price first."
Zhang San bowed to Niu Mo, smiling, "Sorry, but I got this wine because it's said to be excellent. I am not selling it."
Upon hearing it wasn't for sale, Niu Mo thought about turning around and leaving.
He had already given the order to turn around, but his body, having received the command, simply wouldn't comply!
Especially as his nose caught the aroma of the wine, which took control of his body, making it impossible for him to leave.
"I'll give you all the gold I have on me, and you give me two jars — how about that?"
Zhang San shook his head and said, "Brother, it's not that I want to refuse you, but even one jar is worth far more than what you have there. I can't just sell at a loss!"
