Tang Xinyi left her stall and started walking around the street carrying a basket.

There are really many ordinary people selling things here.

From straw sandals and hats made by farmers themselves to mat curtains, we have everything.

There are also many places selling food.

For example, roasted sweet potatoes are sold everywhere using a small stove.

An old lady is working on a honeycomb stove, making and selling rice cakes.

There are also food stalls selling rice balls, wontons, and noodles.

There are people selling eggs, chickens, ducks and geese.

There are also piglets for sale!

Along the way, there are all kinds of smelly and fragrant things.

Tang Xinyi sometimes covered her mouth and nose, and sometimes showed an intoxicated expression.

Alas, how long has it been since I saw such a lively scene?

"Girl, what are you selling?"

"Is there any brown sugar?"

Tang Xinyi didn't expect that someone would talk to her while she was walking on the street.

"Auntie, how did you know I had something to sell?"

Tang Xinyi asked curiously.

It was obvious that she was just shopping and taking the opportunity to find out about the current prices.

When did this lady start targeting her?

"Hey, you're just window-shopping and not buying anything. It's obvious you came too late to get a good spot, so you're planning to peddle things!"

"I've been going to the market for decades. I can tell who's selling and who's buying at a glance!"

As the old lady spoke, she pulled Tang Xinyi to a corner.

"Do you have any brown sugar?"

"My daughter-in-law had a heavy hemorrhage during childbirth and almost died. She was waiting for brown sugar to save her life!"

Although Tang Xinyi knew that brown sugar could replenish blood, it wasn't a panacea, right?

Why does this lady regard brown sugar as a life-saving medicine?

"Yes, I do, but what's your price?"

Tang Xinyi reached into the basket and took out half a pound of brown sugar from the space and put it in.

"How many?"

When the old lady saw that Tang Xinyi had brown sugar, she immediately became excited.

"Half a pound!"

Tang Xinyi revealed her number, and then seeing the old lady's expression, she pulled it back all at once.

"Is that all?"

The old lady felt a little regretful, wishing there were a little more.

"Yes, do you want it?"

This was Tang Xinyi's first time doing business in this way, and she always felt like two criminals secretly communicating with each other.

She kept her eyes on the people around her, worried that the security team would notice them.

"want!"

"A pound of brown sugar is one yuan and ten cents, and half a pound is fifty-five cents. I don't have a ticket, so I'll give you an extra twenty cents!"

The old lady quickly took out the banknotes from her pocket, counted out 75 cents and handed them to Tang Xinyi.

Tang Xinyi took the money, feeling mixed emotions.

She was just selling candy, but it was two for ten cents.

Although hers is a better quality sugar, the price is far different from the current price of brown sugar.

Tang Xinyi felt a little regretful about making a deal with this lady.

However, the old lady did not give her a chance to regret. She stuffed the money into her hand and waited eagerly for her to take out the brown sugar.

Tang Xinyi was originally at a loss for words to say no.

Forget it, forget it. My daughter-in-law just gave birth to a baby and she needs brown sugar to nourish herself.

She just thinks of it as doing good things.

I reluctantly took out half a bag of brown sugar. The old lady immediately grabbed the brown sugar and quickly disappeared in the crowd.

Tang Xinyi looked in the direction the old lady left with empty eyes.

Was she being cheated?

However, the feeling of loss only lasted for a short while, and Tang Xinyi decided not to sell such precious food to the public anymore.

It's not like you don't have money, so why sell these precious supplies?

Anyway, brown sugar is a consumable, so no matter how much or how little there is, everyone in the family can consume it.

At worst, you can just steam more sugar triangles or brown sugar buns later.

Just think of it as a tonic for your family, it’s better than selling it cheaply.

If she knew the price of brown sugar on the black market, Tang Xinyi would probably cry.

Next, Tang Xinyi continued to stroll around the market.

Although many aunties came up to talk to my aunt, what they needed were scarce goods.

She suffered a loss once and was never willing to sell her good things at a low price again.

So they all shook their heads to indicate that they didn't.

After walking around, she didn't sell anything, but bought a lot instead.

Like new needles and thread, canned food, and twisted dough sticks.

There are also a few foods, but I can’t name them.

She also asked the seller, but the person had a heavy accent and she couldn't hear clearly what he said.

Anyway, the old lady let her try it, and she felt that it tasted really good, so she bought a lot.

Her space house has a fresh-keeping function. She can put some of the things she buys outside and keep the rest in the space without them going bad.

Since her things were not selling well here, Tang Xinyi didn't plan to continue shopping.

He carried the basket and returned to his stall.

Most of the items on the stall have been sold, with only a few left that were picked out by others and were of poor quality.

"Mom, try this!"

Tang Xinyi handed the basket over. Zheng Xiulian took it and looked at it, and then her eyes lit up.

"You've got to be the one. I just looked around and couldn't find anyone selling furnace fruit!"

Zheng Xiulian picked one and put it in her mouth. She felt that the more she chewed it, the more fragrant it became.

"snort!"

"Two losers, it's like they haven't eaten anything in their entire lives!"

The two were enjoying their meal when they heard a sarcastic voice coming from the side.

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