Having gotten what she wanted to know, Fang Jie grabbed Song Fanxing and left.

The young man behind him cursed, "If you're not going to buy, don't ask questions and waste my time."

Song Fanxing thought to herself, "The service attitude of sales clerks these days is really bad. If this were in the future, they would be fired in no time."

Upon arriving at the black market, there were indeed many vendors selling things, mostly homemade items. Some sold eggs, some sold vegetables, and others sold handmade bamboo baskets and other similar products.

Song Fanxing scanned the area and found two vendors selling mountain products: one selling hazel mushrooms and the other selling black fungus.

However, none of their mountain produce was as good as hers.

There are also quite a few people who frequent the black market.

Song Fanxing pulled Fang Jie to a deserted alley, told Fang Jie to close her eyes, and when she opened them, two bags of mountain produce appeared in front of her, along with a scale.

It was said that Song Fanxing found it in the storeroom of the Spirit Spring Space last night.

Fang Jie found it amazing.

Song Fanxing shook Fang Jie, who was in a daze.

"Mom, let's find a spot to sell."

Fang Jie snapped out of her daze, carried two bags of mountain produce, found an empty spot, squatted down, and opened the sacks so that people could see them.

Song Fanxing: "Mom, how much do you plan to sell it for?"

Fearing they wouldn't sell, Fang Jie asked, "Selling for 50 cents?"

"Mom, our mountain products are better than those from the black market and the supply and marketing cooperative. Anyone who knows their stuff can tell. Black fungus sells for 80 cents, and hazel mushrooms for one dollar."

Fang Jie was a little worried, "Will they be able to sell?"

People come to the black market because they want to save money.

Song Fanxing said firmly, "Don't worry, you have to believe in your products. Just sing the praises of our mountain produce, and the customers will definitely buy. And we're not just bragging; our products are really good. We guarantee they'll want to come back and buy more after they try them."

Good things are always in demand, no matter the era.

Fang Jie made up her mind, "Okay, Mom will listen to you."

She trusted her three-year-old daughter more and more.

Song Fanxing glanced at the people selling things on the black market. Everyone was quietly hiding, and no one was hawking their wares.

If someone is watching, they'll give a brief introduction.

She noticed that eggs were the best-selling item. There were five egg vendors on the black market, each with a basket in front of them. In no time, all five vendors sold out and left.

There were quite a few people buying groceries.

Half an hour later, Song Fanxing saw two women carrying vegetable baskets wandering around in front of the vendor selling mountain products.

However, he seemed dissatisfied with the quality of the mountain produce, shook his head, stood up, and walked away.

When they turned to Song Fanxing and the others, their eyes lit up.

One of the women squatted down and asked, "How much are the hazel mushrooms?"

Fang Jie said somewhat uncertainly, "One yuan per pound."

"It's two cents more expensive than other stores."

Fang Jie had never sold anything before, and suddenly she was speechless.

Song Fanxing immediately said, "Auntie, the quality of our mountain produce is excellent, even better than that from the supply and marketing cooperative. It's also more nutritious. If you don't believe me, just pick it up and smell it."

Hearing the child's soft, adorable voice, the woman actually picked up a hazel mushroom and sniffed it.

It has a rich flavor and is a good product.

"Okay, give me a pound."

She came from the supply and marketing cooperative. She saw the hazel mushrooms there and found that they were not only expensive but also of mediocre quality.

Her husband was injured a few days ago, and she wanted to buy some hazel mushrooms to make chicken soup for him to help him recover.

Fang Jie was overjoyed and immediately weighed out a pound for the other party.

"Oh dear, this is our first day here, and we didn't bring any paper to pack."

The woman didn't mind either.

"It's okay, just pour it into my basket."

Fang Jie gratefully poured the hazel mushrooms into her basket, and feeling bad about it, she grabbed another handful for her.

The woman was pleased and readily took out a dollar and handed it to Fang Jie.

The woman next to him stared at the black fungus for a long time.

How much are the black fungus?

Fang Jie: "8 mao (0.8 yuan)."

"Okay, give me a pound."

Fang Jie was so happy that her hands were shaking.

She didn't expect it to go so smoothly; she sold two kilograms in one go.

The tuition fees for my two sons are covered.

The village primary school is cheaper than the one in the city, costing 80 cents a semester. Now it's selling for 1.8 yuan, so after paying the tuition, there's still 20 cents left.

And they might even sell a few more kilograms.

Fang Jie weighed out a pound of black fungus for the woman, and also gave her an extra handful.

The woman gave Fang Jie eight 1-cent coins.

Both women left with smiles on their faces.

Song Fanxing curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

Her mother has a good business sense; she knows to give away some freebies.

People from all eras love small favors. Even though their prices were a bit higher than the two shops next door, giving them an extra handful immediately made them feel better.

Fang Jie carefully put the money away.

Two young men selling black fungus and hazel mushrooms nearby came over.

After seeing their mountain products, they were completely convinced.

Their mountain produce is indeed of better quality than theirs, no wonder they can sell it.

Before long, a large group of people arrived, all wearing blue work clothes.

Song Fanxing: "Mom, which factory do these people work for?"

"It's from the steel mill; this place is right next to the steel mill."

Song Fanxing's eyes lit up.

But she noticed that most people came to buy eggs and were asking why the egg seller wasn't there today.

They looked disappointed when they learned that the egg seller had sold out and left.

An idea suddenly popped into Song Fanxing's mind.

Perhaps she could also sell some eggs.

Song Fanxing was right; the steelworkers were indeed wealthy. Although not many people inquired about mountain products, they still managed to sell seven or eight jin, five jin of hazel mushrooms, and three jin of black fungus.

The steelworkers arrived quickly and left just as fast. Fang Jie noticed it was getting late and packed up the remaining mountain produce.

"Stars, go home."

"oh."

The mountain produce looked like two sacks, but it wasn't heavy.

A total of 10 jin (5 catties) of hazel mushrooms, 6 jin (3 catties) of black fungus, and 4 jin (2 kg) of black fungus were sold. Now there is only a small half bag of each item left, and two-thirds of the total has been sold.

I earned 10 yuan and 8 mao.

That's a huge sum of money.

Fang Jie was so happy she couldn't stop smiling.

Once they reached a secluded corner where no one was around, Song Fanxing told Fang Jie to close her eyes.

She threw the remaining mountain produce into the spiritual spring space.

They made money this way without anyone knowing, and no one in the village would know unless someone happened to find them on the black market.

Fang Jie did not take Song Fanxing to the train station, but instead went to the supply and marketing cooperative.

She didn't forget to buy a hair tie for her daughter.

When she arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative, she bought two feet of red ribbon and asked the staff to cut it into about 10 pieces.

Song Fanxing laughed beside her.

Women who earn their own money have confidence and don't feel bad about spending it.

Look at her mother's generous manner, so adorable!

Fang Jie stopped in front of the butcher shop, took out two half-jin meat coupons, which Song Darong had given her half a year ago when he came back. There were four coupons in total, she had used two, and had two left.

"Comrade, are there any fat left?"

Middle-aged man: "They're all gone. If you want to buy fat, you have to come early in the morning to queue up, and even then, you might not be able to buy any."

Song Fanxing knew that people in this era could only eat meat a few times a year.