He Wan, who was far away in Panjin, arrived at around 6 o'clock and made a call to Zhou Ting'an right on time.
When the newly arrived soldiers heard the orderly calling for Platoon Leader Zhou, they all laughed and teased him.
Zhou Ting'an frowned, annoyed by their misunderstanding.
However, after learning that He Wan had arrived safely and was staying at the guesthouse, he felt much more at ease. He gave her a few words of advice before hanging up the phone.
He Wan originally didn't plan to stay in Panjin for the transaction, but there were no cars from Hecheng passing through here today.
So she decided to stay overnight, adhering to the principle of not missing out on the beautiful scenery while she was there, and drove her tricycle around the city.
Panjin is a small city with a relatively dense population.
She actually found a lot of red beans and black fungus here.
I was thinking of collecting some.
So, taking advantage of the night, we drove towards the village on the outskirts of the city.
There are still two weeks before the autumn harvest begins, and the weather is hot and humid. As soon as I arrived at the village entrance, I encountered several old ladies resting on the stone benches at the village entrance to cool off.
He Wan stopped the car, squatted down next to them, and asked with a smile, "Aunties, I'm from a nearby village. I've heard that we have a lot of black fungus and red beans around here."
One of the old women, holding a palm-leaf fan, said while fanning herself, "Our village is next to a mountain forest, so there's a lot of black fungus. Every household eats it every day. Which village are you from? There must be quite a few in the nearby villages too."
He Wan chuckled and said, "Our village doesn't have much black fungus, but we have plenty of cornmeal, brown sugar, and we also produce canned goods. I was just thinking about whether we could exchange some of our produce for black fungus."
An elderly woman, being quite astute, immediately understood the implication and quickly looked over, asking in a low voice, "You produce brown sugar, right? There are quite a few capable people in your village. If that's the case, exchanging it wouldn't be bad. How would you like to exchange it?"
"One pound of wood ear fungus can be exchanged for three pounds of cornmeal or one pound of brown sugar. Three pounds of red beans can be exchanged for half a pound of brown sugar and one pound of cornmeal. I also have chickens, ducks, and geese, and two pounds of wood ear fungus. You can exchange any chicken, duck, or goose for one of them. To exchange red beans for chickens or ducks, you need ten pounds."
Upon hearing this, the group thought it was a good deal and wanted to see her goods.
He Wan took out samples from the car; the chickens, ducks, and geese were all plump and had been slaughtered.
Brown sugar is also good.
He Wan said, "Aunties, it's getting dark. I'll only accept one hour's worth of business. Could you please pass on this message to anyone in the village who has black fungus and red beans that they can bring over to exchange?"
"I have some red beans and some wood ear mushrooms at home. I'll go get them now and let the neighbors know while I'm at it."
These old ladies may have looked stiff and unsteady just now, but when something good happens, they walk with surprising agility.
While they were at home, He Wan took out two flashlights from her spatial storage: a carbide lamp and a kerosene lamp.
If you place it around the car, you can get a clearer picture.
About ten minutes later, someone came carrying something.
Some people were afraid she was tampering with the scale, so they pulled out a scale from somewhere.
After weighing the items on He Wan's weighbridge, they used their own scale to weigh them again.
Only after confirming that there were no problems did I feel comfortable replacing it.
That's the trouble with small-scale investors; some people like to haggle over every little thing.
What was supposed to be an hour ended up taking two hours in the village; I was practically worn out from talking so much.
She really didn't want to return the money to those who were so calculating.
Although it was a bit of a hassle, it must be said that their village had a lot of stock, and they harvested more than 1,000 jin of black fungus.
More than 2,000 jin of red beans.
Around 8 o'clock, I drove off like a shot.
They didn't go far, stopping near another village, planning to collect some goods here early the next morning before heading to the station.
After He Wan and her car entered the space.
She stretched and went to Old Yun's place, only to find that there were many more goods in the space. She quickly went to take a look, and what she saw made her jump.
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