After quite a while, Lao Wang’s voice trembled as he said, "Six—sixty-eight copper coins? Th—that could sell?" The moment the words left his mouth, he reacted—his eldest son had just said people were fighting to buy it! How could it not sell?
But sixty-eight copper coins a catty!
He didn't even dare to imagine it—not even in his wildest dreams. Earlier, when Steward Zhou sold it to them at thirty copper coins a catty, Lao Wang knew that was probably the lowest price; taking it outside should fetch more. But Lao Wang figured it would be forty copper coins at most—tasty as it was, any pricier and it probably wouldn't be worth buying. In the end, their lord sold it at sixty-eight copper coins a catty, and it still wasn't enough to meet demand.