Transmigrated Family C238
by MarineTLChapter 238: Fish and Mutton Fresh Her father was busy selling salt. Her aunt, Madam Cui, came storming out of the house like a gust of wind, bringing a scale with her and shouting even louder than Yan Lao’er. “Coarse salt, twelve wen per jin! Refined salt, thirty-five! If you want some, hurry back and bring your jars or cloth bags. Those water jars, crocks, and urns—you can’t take them home today. They’re just samples. You’ll have to come back and haul them in two days. For now, place your…









