Madam Yang asked them how much these things cost. The two men exchanged a troubled glance. This stuff usually didn't fetch much of a price; sometimes they even gave it away for free. With Madam Yang here to make a proper purchase, they really didn't know what to charge.
Butcher Zhang, keeping a close eye on Madam Yang's expression, suggested cautiously, "How about this? Ten cents for a pig head, four cents for the four trotters, and I'll throw in the pig tail for free. No charge."
Laixi leaped to his feet and yelled, "Hey! Aren't you generous, throwing in a pig tail? It's not like we're preparing ritual sacrifices for the holidays, so why does a pig head still cost ten cents? And those trotters have no meat on them, just skin and bones. When we cook them up to sell, I'm afraid no one will even buy a scoop for one cent. We'll probably have to sell two scoops for one cent. How are we supposed to make any money?"
