"Cough, cough—twenty pounds?!"
Apparently, his first exclamation hadn't been enough to convey the shock in his heart. Chu Xiaoyong choked and coughed repeatedly, yet still repeated the number.
At the listed price, a thousand-person tribe's supplies were worth roughly fifteen pounds of Divine Ore.
But that was only the listed price.
Aside from during Deep Winter, or Snow Bandits who had been driven to desperation and brought Divine Ore to exchange for supplies, even the smallest tribe—even if people were starving to death—would choose to carry Divine Ore to the grave.
Therefore, based on the real exchange rate, Chu Xiaoyong estimated that five pounds of Divine Ore would already be enough to obtain a thousand people's worth of supplies.
Getting ten pounds from Zhang Tai had completely made up for the losses he had suffered by coming forward and borrowing supplies from all over.
The rest was enough to buy Zhang Cuicui's life and let him live worry-free in the Chu Residence.
The prerequisite was that he kept his eyes open.
"Hey, are you listening to me? It's twenty pounds, but according to the rules of the tribe and the Investigation Team, we have to take half. You only get ten pounds!" Wang Qi waved a hand in front of Chu Xiaoyong and shouted sharply, his gaze fierce.
Unexpectedly, that shout brought Chu Xiaoyong back to his senses. After exchanging a glance with Uncle Chang, an odd smile spread across his face.
"Priest Wang, this isn't some unexpected windfall from the old days, where everyone who saw it got a share. Fine, I'll explain it to you. Before the crossing, we were both from Guangdong, so you're my fellow townsman. This twenty pounds of Divine Ore was brought to me by my father-in-law. Taking it means bearing the consequences—you said