Chapter 53 How can I feel embarrassed?
Neither Sang Yongjing nor Sang Yu knew about these things, as they had never done serious business at all.
However, Sang Yu was careful enough. She found that everyone carrying goods would go to that small house, so she asked the passers-by queuing nearby.
"Young man, I have a question for you. When we come to sell something, should we go directly to the market or do we need to do something else?"
She spoke respectfully and politely, and was not annoying. The other party was bored while waiting in line, so when he saw her asking questions, he explained to her.
"This is your first time in the city market, right? You might not know the rules here, but it's normal. Every vendor who enters the market to sell goods must first register at the market entrance, pay taxes, and then go in and find a stall with their nameplate."
"Pay taxes? What taxes? How much taxes?" Sang Yongjing couldn't help but interrupt. He came here to make money, so why did he have to pay money first when he hadn't earned a penny.
"Commercial tax. The goods we sell are generally 2%, shops charge 3%, and spices have to pay the highest tax of 10%."
He thought of setting up a stall in the market without even finding out all these things. Could he be a refugee from outside the city? Thinking of this possibility, the man silently moved forward a little.
Sang Yu knew that there were commercial taxes in ancient times, but she had never paid any before when she set up a stall outside the canyon, and she wondered if small vendors were exempt from taxes.
It turned out that people outside the city took advantage of the loophole and did not trade in the market, so no one knew how much money they earned and naturally did not have to pay taxes.
No wonder the market was always so bustling. She also wondered why so many people set up stalls instead of waiting to stock up on goods before selling them in the city.
After all, not all the items sold are wild vegetables that are difficult to preserve. Things like grains and bamboo products can be stored for a long time.
Now she understood that although selling goods in the city was faster, she still had to pay commercial taxes. In comparison, it was better to sell goods at her doorstep.
Sang Yongjing calculated in his mind that they brought about eight kilograms of sugar.
If sold at six coins per tael, the profit would be 480 coins, and the 2% commercial tax would be rounded up to 10 coins, which is within a barely acceptable range.
He immediately planned to join the queue at the end, but Sang Yu winked at him and asked him to wait. She then asked, "What if we pay the tax and go in but the items are not sold out? Will we get a refund?"
The person opposite laughed out loud as if he had heard some shocking joke: "Hahaha, how can it be so good? Who do you think you are? You even want to return the money. There's no reason to return the money you paid in."
Sang Yu did not show any anger after being ridiculed. She bowed to the other party and pulled Sang Yongjing and Sang Xinghao to line up at the end of the queue.
Sang Yongjing, who had just wanted to queue up to pay for admission, was now unhappy. "Yu'er, didn't you hear what he said just now? No refunds until all the items are sold out. Let's go back and sell them slowly."
There were so many people talking at the moment, so he didn't mention anything about the canyon. He just said he would go back and sell it slowly.
Sang Yu understood what he meant immediately and shook her head slightly at him: "Dad, the sugar I sold out so quickly the other day was because our sugar was of good quality and because they only needed that much sugar in the short term."
There are so many people living in the entire canyon, but there are only twenty or thirty people at most who are willing to spend money to buy one or two ounces of candy.
It just so happened that the candies she sold were good, and they just happened to want to buy some, so they bought all the candies she brought in one go.
This does not mean that two kilograms of sugar are needed there every day. The sugar bought back will have to be consumed for at least several months or half a year.
Even if she goes to sell sugar every day now, she would be very lucky if she could sell two more kilograms, as the demand here is far less than that.
Being able to live in the city means that their family has a stable source of income. Whether it is working or doing business, the remuneration is much higher than outside the city.
People with high incomes will naturally not be too stingy with money. It is normal to buy one or two ounces of candy every ten days or half a month.
Even if the candy is not sold out after entering, it is definitely more worthwhile than waiting outside the canyon every day.
Sang Yongjing still didn't understand: "What do you mean they only need that much sugar?"
Sang Yu pulled him to line up and explained to him the difference between direct demand and indirect demand. Sang Yongjing was confused. Why did he become more confused the more Yu explained?
Forget it, he should just not interfere and do whatever Yu'er says.
The staff in the room were extremely skilled in registering, paying and getting cards.
When Sang Yu paid the money, she couldn't help but feel lucky that her grandmother stopped her before they left and told her, "A poor family can be rich on the road."
Whether going far or to a nearby place, they had to carry some money with them so as not to go hungry if they couldn't sell their things. Then they forced twenty cents on her, otherwise they would have no money even if they wanted to go to the market.
Yonghefang is divided into four areas, A, B, C, and D, which are actually two roads intersecting each other.
After receiving the sign, Sang Yu looked at the words on it. The sign said Area B One Hundred and Twenty-six.
Following the signs to Area B, and looking at the numbers marked on each stall, the three of them quickly found stall number 126.
There was someone at stall number 125 on the left, but no one was at stall number 127 on the right. It seemed that the stalls were allocated based on the time of arrival.
Seeing that they were just taking out the candies to sell, the stall selling oil nearby kindly reminded them.
"Since this is your first time here, you must hang the sign you received on the wall behind you. Otherwise, if you are caught by the patrol, you will have to pay the business tax again."
Sang Yu looked back and saw an inconspicuous little wooden stick on the wall behind her, sticking out a little from the wall. If the other party hadn't reminded her, she would never have noticed it.
She quickly hung up the sign and thanked the other party: "Thank you, Auntie."
"Well, there's nothing to thank me for, just a few words."
The woman smiled and waved her hand, then looked at their candies and asked, "What kind of candy is this? I think it's a different color from the usual malt candy."
The more common malt sugar on the market is gray-yellow or dark brown. For example, the malt sugar sold at the stall diagonally in front is dark brown in color.
The candies that Sang Yu and the others displayed were brown-red in color and looked crystal clear.
Sang Yu picked up a small piece and handed it to her: "Auntie, try it. This is the candy we made from fruit. It's very sweet."
Even if you hold the basket very steadily all the way, it is bound to get bumped a little, and there will inevitably be broken candies the size of a fingernail. It's not stingy to give it to the other person to taste.
"Oh, how can I feel embarrassed?" Even as she said embarrassed, the woman's hand had already taken the candy.
She broke off a small piece and put it in her mouth, thinking of saving some to take home for her own children.
Her expression changed as soon as the candy entered her mouth. It was much sweeter and more delicious than malt candy.
She has been doing business in the market for so many years that she can easily tell whether water is added to sugar.
It's like the malt sugar shop diagonally across the street. Although its color is dark brown like normal malt sugar, it is actually mixed with an unknown amount of water, and then dye is added to it after the color is diluted.
When it was time to use sugar, he cooked a bowl of thick syrup, but it didn't taste sweet at all. He was so heartless that she never went to his house to buy sugar.
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