"One hundred and fifty each," Li Long said. "That's your pay for all the fish and rabbits up through today. Any fish and rabbits we sell from tomorrow onward will be paid for separately."
"Sure!"
"Thanks, Brother Long!"
Tao Daqiang and Yang Yongqiang answered with broad grins.
Li Long counted out the money and handed it to them separately. "Take the money home and put it somewhere safe first. You haven't had dinner yet, have you? Uncle Lao Luo's making something good. Come back in a bit for a drink."
"Brother Long, I'll pass on the liquor..." Tao Daqiang said with a sheepish grin.
"There's Little Champagne if you don't drink. Oh, take two bottles back for your wife. Yongqiang, take two bottles home for your family to try too." Li Long brought out the Little Champagne. "It's just sweet water. You probably know that. No alcohol, so it's fine for women to drink."
"All right." Tao Daqiang agreed.
The two left with their money and Little Champagne, chatting and laughing. Li Long let out a long breath. Next, he needed to buy more grain for the people in the mountains.
Some people might think mountain folk ate little grain, while others might even think they ate meat at every meal-how could that be possible?
Grain, or what fitness enthusiasts generally called carbs, was a major source of energy. Wherever people lived, they basically all needed to eat various kinds of grain.
The staple food of the mountain herders was actually grain too: the nang they baked. Over in Mongolia, there was roasted rice, eaten with milk tea. They had their own vegetables too, though these were rather different from what Han people ordinarily considered vegetables, or rather, the selection was more limited.
They were happy too if they could