If it weren't for the deep impression she held of him, still lingering from the wartime when he wore that dashing military uniform and combat boots, it would be difficult to associate him with the person before her.
"You..., what would you like to exchange?"
The man spoke calmly: "Anything that can be exchanged."
It seemed the pocket watch in his hand wasn't worth much, just a bag of ordinary food items, this indifferent attitude indeed made her feel uncomfortable inside. Although she might guess the reason behind such a change, she still felt some sympathy.
In the end, she gave him one jin of refined rice, two jin of millet, two jin of cornmeal, and five jin of mixed vegetable coarse grains.
This much?
When the man, in shock, lifted his head to look at her, she copied his demeanor and replied calmly.
"This is what you deserve; hurry up and pack it up and leave, it's late, I should also be on my way."
