Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

"Here you go, little girl, this is 640 coins in total. Count them carefully." Manager Li handed the counted coins to Zhao Lian.

The 300-plus coins she just took from the pharmacy were already quite heavy; now that it's over 600 coins, wouldn't it be even heavier? Zhao Lian was dumbfounded.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Lian said, "Manager Li, could you please help me convert it into silver coins? That would be convenient for me too. Would that be alright?"

"Okay, sure!" Manager Li readily agreed.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a small scale, weighed out six qian of silver, and gave the remaining 40 copper coins to Zhaolian separately.

Zhao Lian carefully took the silver and put it into her pocket: "Thank you, Manager Li."

Shopkeeper Li smiled broadly and said, "Young lady, bring me more good stuff next time!"

"it is good!"

As they walked out of the Lefu Restaurant, Hunter Yang smiled and said to Zhao Lian, "Zhao Lian, one snake of yours is worth four chickens of Uncle Yang's."

Seeing Zhao Lian's puzzled expression, Hunter Yang explained that because pheasants and rabbits are quite common, they don't fetch a high price.

But snakes are different. Snakes are more expensive. The rat snake is the cheapest. If you can catch a venomous snake, it's very nutritious and expensive.

"Uncle Yang, here's the bag back to you." Zhao Lian handed the folded cloth bag to Hunter Yang.

Then, he counted out 10 coins and handed them to Hunter Yang: "Uncle Yang, please take these 10 coins."

Seeing the ten coins Zhao Lian handed him, Hunter Yang got angry: "What do you mean by this?"

"Uncle Yang, if it weren't for you just now, Manager Li would probably have tried to lower the price for me. Here, take the money."

Before Zhao Lian could finish speaking, Hunter Yang interrupted her with a stern face: "Take the money back quickly. You're just insulting me. I'll get angry if you don't take it back."

"Uncle Yang~"

Zhao Lian wanted to say something more, but seeing that Yang the hunter's expression was not good, she stopped talking.

To be honest, when Hunter Yang saw that Zhao Lian had sold the snake for over 600 coins, he was genuinely envious.

He appreciated the 10 coins Zhao Lian offered him, but as a man, he believed he should earn his own money.

Seeing that Zhao Lian's basket was empty, Hunter Yang asked, "Zhao Lian, do you want to buy anything else? I'm about to go back. Shall we go back together?"

Zhao Lian shook her head and said to Hunter Yang with a smile, "Uncle Yang, you go back first. I need to buy some things before I go back."

"Alright! I'll be going now. Be careful on your own!" With that, Hunter Yang left first.

With nearly a tael of silver in her hand, Zhao Lian was so happy she wanted to sing.

She needs to go shopping now and buy some daily necessities before going back.

Zhao Lian went into the general store first, bought an oil lamp and some lamp oil, spending 6 coins. She then asked about bath beans and was surprised to find that each small bath bean cost 20 coins.

It was a bit pricey, but if you don't use soap for a long time, you feel sticky and damp all over. Zhao Lian gritted her teeth and asked for a bath soap.

This cost 26 coins, which immediately made Zhao Lian feel the pinch; spending money is easy, but earning money is hard.

Earning money isn't easy these days; every penny must be spent wisely.

Next, she went to the grain and oil shop and asked about the prices of rice and flour.

The cheapest second-grade flour was black flour at 15 wen per jin, millet at 25 wen per jin, brown rice at 20 wen per jin, white rice at 30 wen per jin, and white flour at 35 wen per jin.

The rice looked big and coarse, but it cost 30 yuan per jin, which made Zhao Lian speechless.

It seemed she couldn't afford rice and wheat flour anymore. After thinking for a moment, Zhao Lian asked for five catties of dark flour and two catties of brown rice.

I ordered another pound of white flour, planning to mix it with the black flour later, which would improve the taste.

Then she asked about the price of salt, and was once again astonished. In modern times, salt is fine and cheap, costing only a little over one yuan per pound.

But in ancient times, this salt was coarse and not very salty, yet it cost 20 coins per pound. Moreover, it was heavy.

"Young lady, do you want this salt or not?" the shopkeeper asked, seeing Zhao Lian hesitate.

Although it's expensive, this stuff is essential. After thinking about it, Zhao Lian decided to ask for a pound first. She nodded and said, "Okay, then give me a pound first."

In the end, I calculated that this small amount of stuff cost a total of 170 coins.

Unexpectedly, a third of the money had already been spent before she even had a chance to enjoy it. There were still many things she hadn't bought, and Zhao Lian suddenly felt an urgent need to earn more money.

Unconsciously, she arrived at the meat stall. Looking at the pork on the cutting board, Zhao Lian swallowed hard. She hadn't eaten pork in a long time.

She used to dislike pork the most, but after transmigrating here, eating a piece of pork has become a luxury.

Liu the butcher, with a full beard, saw Zhao Lian standing in front of the meat stall, her eyes fixed on the pork, and said with a smile, "Little girl, if you want to eat meat, ask your mother to buy it."

Zhao Lian didn't respond to him. She took a liking to the whiteboard on the table. The whiteboard was about ten centimeters thick and looked greasy.

Zhao Lian reached out and pinched it; it felt bouncy and her hands were covered in oil. She couldn't help but think to herself, "This really is top-quality pork fat."

They are purely artificially raised and have no additives, unlike nowadays where everything is made with lean meat powder, making it difficult to even get a bit of fat.

"Uncle, how much is this pork fat?" Zhao Lian asked.

The butcher glanced at Zhao Lian and said dismissively, "Little girl, don't touch it like that. You'll get the meat dirty. If you want to buy meat, have your mother come and buy it for you."

Zhao Lian immediately got angry and threw down the meat: "Are you going to buy this meat or not? If not, I'm leaving."

The butcher at the nearby meat stall saw this and quickly called out to Zhao Lian, "Little girl, come over here, I also have pork fat, come and take a look."

"Hey!"

The butcher Liu, with a full beard, glared at the stall owner next to him: "Wu San, are you looking for death? Stealing my customers."

The butcher named Wu San pursed his lips, but didn't dare to say anything more.

After saying that, Butcher Liu looked at Zhao Lian with a big smile: "Young lady, this pork fat is not cheap, it costs 50 coins per catty."

Hearing the price quoted by Butcher Liu, Zhao Lian's heart was bleeding. This wasn't lard; it was blood.

Zhao Lian tried to see if she could bargain, asking with a questioning look, "Uncle, can you make this pork fat cheaper?"

The butcher, Liu, probably assumed that Zhao Lian couldn't afford the meat, and said with a smile, "Even if I give it to you cheaply, you still can't afford it. Here's what we'll do: this is about five catties in total. If you can finish it, I'll give it to you for 30 coins per catty."

"Okay, 30 coins a pound, I'll take them all, weigh them for me quickly."

Immediately afterward, Zhao Lian took out her money, intending to count it. When Liu the butcher saw that Zhao Lian actually had money and was serious, his face changed drastically, and he immediately changed his tune: "Who said 30 coins a pound? That's not true!"

"Hey~ How can you go back on your word?" Zhao Lian persisted.

"Who heard what I just said?" the bearded butcher denied.

At this moment, the butcher named Wu San spoke up, saying in a serious tone, "I heard you. You just said 30 coins a pound. How can a grown man like you cheat a little girl like that!"

“Yes, I heard that too,” the butcher at the nearby meat stall chimed in.

They usually disliked this butcher Liu, who always liked to steal other people's customers but wouldn't allow others to serve his customers.

This is a classic case of double standards; the magistrate is allowed to set fires while the common people are forbidden even to light lamps. Seeing him go back on his word today, everyone wants to kick him while he's down.