Evelyn Ford came out holding three jin of coarse salt. She carefully opened a corner of the bag for the man to inspect. Upon seeing the salt, his eyes went wide.
"How come it's coarse salt?"
"Who can afford fine salt these days? This coarse salt is all we've managed to save. If you don't want it, I'll just put it away."
"No, wait! Coarse salt is fine."
The man reached out to grab the salt, but Evelyn Ford dodged him. "Let's do this properly—payment upon delivery."
"Heh, you're a sharp one. Alright, follow me." The man tore his gaze away from the bag of coarse salt and led the two of them to the entrance of the base.
"Drake, it's coarse salt."
Drake wasn't surprised. These days, you were lucky to get coarse salt at all. There was no room to be picky.
Drake stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the bag in Evelyn Ford's arms. "Okay, you two wait here. I'll have my men bring out the sweet potatoes and cassava—six hundred jin of sweet potatoes and seven hundred jin of cassava."
