Chapter 175 Shopping at the Night Market
"4...30 kilograms of rice, plus 3 liters of water."
The stall owner originally wanted to offer 40 kilograms of rice, but he felt that the price was a bit high, so he took the initiative to lower the price.
"Boss, if you ask for too much, we will leave."
I'm afraid there are not many people who would buy paint nowadays.
"20 kilograms of rice and two liters of water. You really can't have any less. My daughter said that she may never find a second batch of this paint again."
The stall owner didn't quite understand any of this, although he knew that this pigment might have been very valuable before the end of the world.
But this thing can’t be eaten or drunk now, and unless you meet an expert, you can’t sell it at a high price.
In fact, he was already prepared for the other party to counter-offer.
"Boss, how long have you been setting up the stall here?"
Han Ying didn't say yes or no, but directly asked another question.
"It's been seven or eight days. To be honest, this is the first time I've opened a shop in the past three days."
On the first day of setting up the stall, several people came to buy notebooks and pens for their children.
But these days, no one knew what was going on. They just took a look at his stall and left without even asking any questions.
"Do you know if there is anyone selling paintings in this market, preferably ancient paintings?"
Han Ying and her friends had already walked around the night market, but didn't see any.
I did see someone putting some antiques on display for sale, but when I asked, I found out he wasn't selling any ancient paintings.
Paintings are basically ruined once they're soaked in water. During the previous tsunami, a big wave came and the sea water poured directly into the house.
Although the seawater flowed away quickly after it poured in, many things were soaked in water.
"Ancient paintings? My daughter used to study painting, and we have quite a few of her paintings at home. However, ancient paintings were very valuable before the end of the world. I don't have any at home, but I know someone who might have them."
The stall owner thought about it carefully, and then he suddenly thought of someone.
"How about this, we buy this box of pastels for 20 kilograms of rice and 2 liters of water at the price you mentioned, and then you take us to find that person?"
Lu Yuan put the two bags of timers in his hands on the ground and took off his backpack.
"Okay, but you have to wait for me for a while. I have to bring the food back first."
20 kilograms of rice plus 2 liters of water. Although no one dares to grab them in this market, what happens afterwards?
So he couldn't let these things be exposed in front of others and had to send them home as soon as possible.
Lu Yuan opened the backpack without telling his boss, and then took out a 10-jin bag of rice and two bottles of about 1 liter of mineral water.
The backpacks they both carried were quite large, so taking these things out of them was not at all abrupt.
"We don't have enough rice. Can I use three pounds of potatoes instead?"
Seeing that Lu Yuan only took out a 10-jin bag of rice, Han Ying guessed what he meant.
"Potatoes? The round ones that can be used for cooking?"
The stall owner became excited when he heard the name of potato. If he hadn't been worried about being heard by the people in the stall next to him, he would have shouted it out loud.
"yes."
Potatoes are still rare now, but once they are officially grown, their price will gradually become similar to that of rice.
"Although I really want potatoes, I actually want 10 kilograms of rice more. After all, 10 kilograms of rice can last longer."
Their family is really struggling to make ends meet.
And now the appetite of my family members has increased a lot.
The pound of rice I buy from the mall in a day is not enough to eat.
Although he also craved potatoes, craving for potatoes was far less important than his life.
"If you don't want it, you can take it to Scar Wei and his men to exchange. I think they will be happy to do so. Maybe you can get more than 10 kilograms of rice in exchange."
Han Ying pointed to the entrance and exit of the night market.
"Okay, then you guys wait here for a while. I'm going home. I'm not far from here, it will only take about ten minutes. You guys can walk around the area first."
After the stall owner finished speaking, he took out a box that was originally used to store stationery from behind him.
Put the food and water in, and put some small items on top to cover it.
Then he just left his stall without caring about the things on the stall since no one would like them anyway.
Han Ying put the box of paint into her backpack, actually into the space symbol.
After the stall owner left, the two of them just looked around the nearby stalls.
Next to them there was a vendor selling quilts, a vendor selling bottles and cans, and another vendor selling a coal stove that burned honeycomb coal.
Han Ying had prepared a lot of these things, so she didn't have much desire to buy them.
"Little girl, take a look. Maybe you need something. Look, these plastic and glass bottles are very airtight. They are great for storing water or pickles."
The stall owner who was selling bottles and jars picked up an exquisite glass jar and handed it to Han Ying.
He just saw these two people buying things at the stationery stall.
The stationery stall, like him, had not been open for several days. Unexpectedly, not only was it open today, but it also seemed to have sold quite a lot.
"How much do you sell this jar for?"
Han Ying picked up a ceramic jar of about three liters.
This kind of jar is very useful for pickling pickles and salted eggs.
However, Han Ying has already bought a lot of plastic bottles and glass bottles to pickle those things.
Brown-yellow clay jars like this are heavy and ugly, so Han Ying didn't stock up on them.
But she suddenly thought of a food, maybe she could buy some and try to make it.
"3 points each, buy a big and get a small for free."
This jar is too heavy. If it had been taken out to sell during the poisonous fog, people could have bought it to pickle fish or store water.
But now most of the pickled fish has been eaten up.
Not to mention water, there is not enough to drink, so why would we need such a big container to hold it?
Han Ying took a look and saw that there were seven such earthenware jars on the stall, four large ones and three small ones.
The big ones are the jars used for brewing soy sauce or wine, which can hold about one or two hundred liters, while the small ones are about three or four liters.
Han Ying planned to buy two small ones to try making fermented bean curd herself.
But maybe they could brew a few jars of wine and bury them underground in the space, which would seem like a good idea.
"Okay, then you take these jars to the exit, and we'll come over to settle the bill after we buy other things."
They still have things to buy ancient paintings, so they can't carry these jars around with them, right?
"Okay!"
It was difficult to open the business. Even though there were only a dozen points, it was still a good sign.
The stall owner happily moved the jars one by one to the exit guarded by Scar Wei and his men.
After a while, the owner of the stationery stall came back.
Seeing Han Ying and the others still waiting for him, he immediately trotted over:
"Come on, I'll take you there now. It's not too far. He has set up a toy stall selling toys."
Han Ying and Lu Yuan understood immediately after hearing this. No wonder they didn't see anyone selling paintings after looking around.
Who would go to a toy stall to ask about ancient paintings?
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