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... ot be spent elsewhere can be spent here .However, this person only accepts exchange and doesn’t take cash. It was equivalent to breaking the rules. He was indeed capricious.

Jiang Chuan asked, “What seeds do you want to exchange for your corn seeds?”

“Radishes, cabbages, bok choy, any crop that can grow in winter will do.”

Seeing the white radish stems on the basket Jiang Chuan was carrying on his back, the merchant added, “If you have enough white radishes, you can excha ...

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