Chapter 71 Discrimination

Mrs. Cui thought to herself, if she had known the leek box business was so good, she would have eaten less leeks.

The key point is that this thing is not sold in the market.

Jiang Zhiluo has planted an acre of chives in her space.

She only has one acre of land in her space at the moment, so she transplanted all the land with chives.

There is a wood-type spiritual energy in the space. No matter what is planted, it will grow fast and well, and the yield is high.

And recently she has also absorbed some spiritual power from plants and trees. Although it is weak, this wood power is growing a little bit every day.

When the wood-type spiritual energy becomes stronger, she will be able to completely heal Cui Hejin's body and upgrade the space.

As the space is upgraded and the land becomes larger, she can also plant more things.

Jiang Zhiluo said, "Mom, don't worry. There are still a lot of chives in the back mountain. I can harvest them and transplant some more. We can plant more in our yard."

Mrs. Cui couldn't help but sigh, "If only our yard was bigger, or we had more land."

The one acre of land they cleared was mainly used to grow wheat and corn.

Only with food can we guarantee basic living.

If you don't grow food, just buying it won't work.

Last year, the wheat and corn they grew produced a good harvest, and by saving some of it they were able to spend the winter safely.

Last winter, food prices rose, and it was really not cost-effective to spend money to buy food.

Therefore, Mrs. Cui felt that she would not be worried as long as she had grain in her hands and grew crops in the fields.

Jiang Zhiluo looked at Old Madam Cui's worried expression and whispered to comfort her, "Mother, think about it, we made 1,740 coins just by making leek dumplings today."

"There are also braised dishes. If we sell them all, we can get more than one tael of silver. Adding it all up, it's almost three taels of silver."

"In this way, we can buy land and residential plots to build a house after working for about a month. When the time comes, we can buy more residential plots and a bigger yard, so we can grow vegetables in the front and back yards, and even grow some fruits."

Jiang Zhiluo thought about growing watermelons and grapes.

But she had walked around the town before and had never heard of watermelon and grapes.

Even strawberries have never been heard of.

But everyone knows raspberries. Raspberries are the small red fruits in the mountains, similar in size to mulberries, but red in color. People usually call them raspberries.

People would occasionally see it when they went to chop wood or work in the fields, and would pick some to eat, but not in large quantities.

Listening to Jiang Zhiluo's description of the scene, Mrs. Cui suddenly became excited.

"Yes, if we work harder, we will have our own house soon."

Mrs. Cui was happy at the thought of having her own house with a real courtyard wall.

Before, she had never dared to think about buying a residential plot and building a house.

Madam Cui said, "Zhiluo, you have your own ideas and thoughts, and I will listen to you."

Jiang Zhiluo saw that Mrs. Cui looked better and breathed a sigh of relief. "Mom, let's go buy some noodles first."

"Okay, let's go buy some noodles."

Then they went to the grocery store in town.

"Coarse flour costs eight cents per pound, and fine flour costs nineteen cents per pound."

Mrs. Cui originally wanted to buy fine noodles, but when she heard about it, she thought it was expensive.

But she didn't say anything, instead she looked at Jiang Zhiluo.

Jiang Zhiluo looked at the coarse noodles and then at the fine noodles.

Jiang Zhiluo said, "Your noodles are too expensive. Can you make them cheaper? We can buy more if you make them cheaper."

Jiang Zhiluo felt that one pound was cheaper, and she could save a lot if she bought more.

The waiter looked at the old lady and the little girl because they were dressed casually and didn't take them seriously. His attitude was very perfunctory.

He showed a look of contempt and said, "If you can't afford it, don't buy it."

"Why don't you ask around? There are only two grain stores in town, and the prices are the same. Ours is considered cheap. If you don't buy it, you can go to the capital and buy it, the price will be even higher."

"If you're not buying, then don't block the entrance. There are other customers coming to buy."

When Mrs. Cui heard this, her face turned bad and she was a little angry.

He Jin had always come to buy food before, and she didn’t know that the people in the food store had such an attitude.

Even though exile had smoothed out many of Mrs. Cui's edges, she still felt somewhat embarrassed at this moment, with a surge of anger in her heart.

It was okay for her to be humiliated, but Zhiluo was with her, and she didn't want Zhiluo to be bullied like this.

"Your store is open for business, so what's wrong with us bargaining?"

The waiter said disdainfully, "We don't bargain in our store. If you can't afford something this shabby, then there's no point in bargaining."

Jiang Zhiluo stopped Madam Cui and said, "Mother, don't be angry."

Jiang Zhiluo wasn't angry. She just looked at the waiter and said, "Young man, if you don't want to bargain, then don't bargain. Humiliating me is too much."

Jiang Zhiluo looked calm, but her eyes were cold and sharp.

The waiter was about to make a few sarcastic remarks, but when he met such a look, for some reason, he felt a chill run down his feet.

He didn't know why, but a sense of fear rose from the bottom of his heart.

He moved his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything.

At this moment, a gray-haired old lady came in carrying two large sacks of things. "Excuse me, is this the grain store?"

The old lady's clothes were patched and her shoes were torn, revealing her toes.

The old lady spoke timidly, her voice carrying a strong dialect accent.

The waiter saw this and waved the feather duster in his hand and said, "Go, get out of here quickly. Our store is not open to just anyone. Don't make our place dirty."

The old lady stumbled a few steps and hurriedly explained, "I am a grain seller. I brought freshly ground wheat flour to sell."

The waiter frowned and said, "Your village has people who specialize in collecting grain. Why don't you just sell it to them?"

The old lady murmured, lowered her head, and did not answer. She only whispered, "Does your grain store accept grain?"

"My noodles are very good."

The waiter walked to the door, opened the bag, looked at it, and said, "Your noodles are not fine noodles at all, they are very coarse. I'll buy them for six coins per pound. If you want to sell them, sell them. If not, get out of here."

"This, this, this is good noodles, really fine noodles, without any mixed grains."

The old lady hurried to explain.

But the waiter was adamant, "If you don't believe me, go to another grain store and ask. They might not even be willing to pay six cents a pound for your grain."

God was too conflicted and hesitant, and she urgently needed to sell food for some money.

But the price is too low. These are top-notch noodles.

The old lady wiped the sweat from her forehead, but still wanted to ask more questions and give it a try.

She closed the opening of the sack, picked up the shoulder pole and left.

The waiter said angrily, "Old man, I'm telling you, if you come back to sell food after you leave, the price won't be the same. It will be five cents per pound."

Mrs. Cui was furious when she saw this scene. She felt even more depressed when she thought of the scene when someone came to the village to collect grain last year.

The old lady hesitated when she heard this.

Jiang Zhiluo sneered and walked over to the old lady and said, "Grandma, I think your noodles are good. How about I buy them all at the market price of nineteen cents per pound?"