Song Jingchen nodded and took out the pouch that had turned white from washing. He lowered his head and began to count the copper coins.
The vendor was speechless. This was the first time he had seen such a stingy official.
In the past, they would either not come to buy it personally, or even if they did, they would directly throw down a corner of silver and say, "There's no need to keep the change."
How impressive was that?
"I want two sticks of candied hawthorn."
At this moment, a crisp voice sounded.
The vendor looked at the girl who suddenly appeared and then at Song Jingchen's official uniform. He apologized, "I'm sorry, Miss. The rest have been bought by this official."
Before the girl could speak, the maidservant beside her said, "He hasn't paid yet, right?"
"Well…" The vendor looked at Song Jingchen awkwardly.
