"Yes. I am indeed Jin Bashan. Clan Leader Murong, I can understand that you have always felt guilty towards our Jin Family, but it's nothing. This is the fate of our Jin Family, passed down to us by our ancestors."
Jin Bashan sighed deeply, then his gaze fell on Jin Baorong: "Baorong, it's not that your uncle is undermining you, but if we don't drive out these quack doctors who demand ore before treating illnesses, they'll really think of our Jin Family as a charity house."
"Ahem, Clan Leader Jin, Clan Leader Mu, and this Elder Jin Bashan, it seems that batch of ore has nothing to do with Tang Ming helping the Jin Family treat Jin Hua. That was exchanged for one hundred thousand catties of Spirit Rice, which I sold to the Jin Family."
Hu Mei'er felt that Jin Bashan's words were leading things astray, so she directly spoke up.
