And just like that, Shi Kang set up a collection point right there. It would be open for business all day, every day. The rate was one copper coin for every two catties. Although hunting rabbits could fetch a few coins for the meat and fur, making it seem more profitable, the reality was that rabbits on the mountain had been hunted almost to extinction. Hunters from Shiniu Village often spent all day in the mountains only to return empty-handed by evening.
In Shi Yi’s world, an average skilled worker in a tea plantation could pick about a hundred kilograms of tea seeds in a day. That was because the tea trees were concentrated. On Qingniu Mountain, however, the tea trees were scattered. For an unskilled beginner, coupled with the rugged terrain, they could only pick about fifty catties a day. Since Shi Yi only accepted tea seeds that had been dried to remove some moisture, a worker’s effective daily output was around thirty-five catties. At one coin for every two catties, that meant one person could earn seventeen coins a day. Seventeen coins could buy over three catties of rice! How could the villagers not be red-eyed with excitement?
Shi Kang was quickly surrounded by a crowd, all asking questions with fervent emotion. He responded to them one by one, and the atmosphere at the scene was incredibly intense. Just as they were all dreaming of the silver to come, a voice rang out from behind.
Chapter 125