"Dad, what do they do?"
Back at their stall, Hua Jin pretended to be very curious as she watched several people in identical clothing leave their stall.
"They are the junior officials who collect the market tax."
"Market tax?" Hua Jin blinked her eyes, asking when she didn't understand, expertly feigning innocence and ignorance.
Hua Chengtian's heart softened as he quickly explained, "It's the stall fee every vendor has to pay."
"How much did you pay, Dad?"
"Two coins," Hua Chengtian, never one to shy away from answering his daughter's questions, replied.
Two coins weren't too bad, Hua Jin pondered, thinking those in charge of Shanggu Town weren't too greedy. Then, she was amused by her brother, who was circling around her.
Goodness, Little Fourth's eyes were glued to the sugar painting in her hand, and his longing, drooling expression made Hua Jin want to tease him.
