"Settle the account!"
"Alright!"
The shopkeeper nearly broke into a grin at the books Yang Zhenshan had selected.
Be it cultivation techniques or military tactics, they were just dead stock in his store.
Such stock might not even sell one copy a year.
Unexpectedly, today he had encountered a fool who bought six copies all at once.
"Take care, customer!"
Leaving the bookstore, Yang Zhenshan then went to the Treasure Medicine Pavilion and bought a hundred-year-old ginseng.
It cost a full seven hundred taels of silver, almost breaking Yang Zhenshan's heart.
After that, Yang Zhenshan bought some top-quality tea leaves, furs, and fabrics.
"Damn it, I need to save more in the future, otherwise I won't even have the money to give New Year's gifts!"
Yang Zhenshan thought to himself with a silent sneer.
That day, he had spent over a thousand taels of silver, if not for the two thousand taels of thank-you silver from Mr. Lu, he really couldn't afford to give such gifts.
