The middle-aged woman ladled another scoop of noodle soup for Luo Xueyao, with a few leafy greens floating in the bowl.
"My dear girl, I won't hide it from you. Although the Northwest is now under the control of the Yellow Turban Army, our lives aren't actually any better than they were before..."
Anyone who could afford to spend two copper coins on a bowl of plain noodle soup must still have a little grain at home and a few coins to spare. Otherwise, those two coins could have bought half a dou of coarse rice—who would waste them on noodles?
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