Everyone stared expectantly at Gu Fei. This price would determine their earnings from the harvest.
Gu Fei thought for a moment. 'It takes about seven to eight pounds of fresh chili peppers to make one pound of dried ones. Since dried peppers sell for two hundred wen, thirty wen for fresh ones is the perfect price.'
Gu Fei announced, "Thirty wen."
Mrs. Chen's eyes widened. "Thirty wen? Isn't that too expensive?"
"We've only picked from four *mu* of land and we already have this much. Just how much money will that sell for!"
Gu Fei did the math. These four thousand pounds alone would come out to one hundred and twenty taels of silver.
Upon hearing this number, Chen Shi was rendered speechless. "That can't be right. How can farming earn you this much silver?"
"In past years, we grew corn and wheat, and the annual yield from one *mu* of land was only about two or three taels of silver."
