Scratching his head, Old Fu awkwardly turned to Di Tou and said, "Ah, it seems like I misjudged. Uh, friend I'm afraid this is the best price you'll be able to get in our village, if you don't feel like selling anymore that's no issue. I'll make sure that brat Little Hong gives back all your furs without the slightest wrinkle!"
Through the window, Little Hong's protests could be heard, but in the end, they trailed off quickly as Little Hong also knew the prices were a little low. Especially for the larger and higher quality pieces of fur! For someone like him who only worked with the ordinary furs of smaller animals that could easily be hunted and found around the village, they were indeed fascinating and he couldn't wait to get his hands on them, but from a pricing standpoint, they were indeed not high.
The same was true for the strange 'cut' of the furs when they were harvested.
