Chapter 62: Auntie's Scale is Really Accurate
The fire was already lit, and it was time to start boiling the sugar. Sang Yu sat by the fire, stirring the liquid in the pot constantly.
Sang Xinghao came over quietly, put his head on her lap, and stared at her with his round eyes blinking.
"Sister, you're going to the city tomorrow, and I won't take you with me?"
He is a good helper to my sister. He always weighs things very well. Why didn't my sister bring him with her when she went to sell candy this time?
Sang Yu had noticed that he was secretly staring at her, and thought that he would wait until tomorrow morning to do the same thing as last time, holding her legs tightly, but she didn't expect that he couldn't wait to come up to her now.
Her hands kept moving, and she did not treat Sang Xinghao as an ignorant child. She smiled and discussed with him in a soft voice.
"Sister has some things to do this time, so it's not convenient to bring Hao'er with her. I'll take you with me next time, okay?"
Hearing this, Sang Xinghao pouted a little unhappily, but finally agreed: "Okay then, next time, sister must bring Hao'er with her."
The next morning, Sang Yu put the candies she had made the previous night into a basket and arranged them neatly, then carried the basket and headed east.
She arrived early today, and when she entered Lingnan City, there were not many people on the road.
Just in case, she didn't go to Yonghefang last time.
After asking, the companions came to the entrance of a market town. There were three big characters written on the plaque of the market town - Yongxingfang.
This time, the Sang couple picked a lot of golden berries, enough to make nearly ten pounds of sugar. It is difficult to estimate the exact number of pounds, as we will have to weigh them to know.
There was some leftover candy at home, so this time she brought all the freshly made candy.
It is still the familiar little house, with people queuing up to enter, registering cargo information, weighing, and paying taxes. The process is very smooth.
It was not until the sugar was weighed that Sang Yu realized that a total of 16.3 jin of sugar was produced this time. After paying 33 cents, she received a sign.
The sign was almost identical to the one she'd seen at Yonghefang the previous time, except for the words on the back. She'd arrived early today and gotten a number near the front: Area B, No. 27.
It was still early, and there were far more vendors in the market than pedestrians, all of them busy putting out the things they brought.
When Sang Yu found the location, he thought to himself that something was wrong, because stall number 26 was selling malt candy.
As the saying goes, competitors are enemies. Even if they were only one stall away, it would still be okay. But being so close, I'm afraid I could even hear and see how much candy the other person sold at once.
She wanted to go back and change to a stall farther away, but she saw people passing her and putting things away in stalls further back.
If I go to change it now, I don’t know where I’ll be ranked when I come back. You can imagine how bad the business will be by then.
She gritted her teeth, hung the sign in her hand on the wall behind her, and took out the candies from the basket and placed them on display.
The price is the same, the location is similar, and if customers buy one or the other, it all depends on the quality, and it can't be blamed on her.
The woman at stall number 26 was still yawning lazily. She had to get up early every day to reserve a spot to set up her stall. Although she was there, her mind was still sleepy.
She casually glanced at the things in front of Sang Yu and instantly became alert.
Oh, what a coincidence today, I met someone who also sells candy, and the quality seems to be pretty good, so her business today will not be good.
After arranging three small piles of sugar mountains, Sang Yu looked around and quickly targeted the man selling vinegar diagonally across from his stall.
She packed a few dented candies and walked over to the other stall, smiling politely and asking, "Sister, I'm selling candy over there. I don't have a scale with me, so could I borrow yours for the candy?"
The vinegar seller was a woman in her early twenties. Seeing that she was young and capable, she immediately agreed: "Okay, I don't use it often."
Those who sell these items that require weighing and come to the market regularly to do business all buy their own scales.
It's impossible to have business all the time, so it's okay to lend it to the vendors nearby who don't have scales, not to mention that Sang Yu took the initiative to come to the door with a thank-you gift.
After borrowing the scale, Sang Yu finally felt relieved and no longer had to worry about someone wanting to buy her things but not being able to sell them.
Logically, it would be most convenient for her to borrow a scale from the person at the stall next to hers, just like last time.
But would the candy seller next door be willing to lend her a scale? He probably wished she didn't have to use one.
As soon as Sang Yu returned to her stall, the woman selling candy next to her stretched her neck to talk to her: "Hey, little girl, why don't you borrow my scale? My scale is very accurate."
Sang Yu raised her eyebrows. What was going on? It sounded to her like a weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken, with no good intentions.
When she raised her head again, her face was full of confusion. She covered her mouth as if she had just realized something. "Ah? Can I still borrow it from my aunt? I thought my aunt would dislike me."
As expected, it was just a small and silly little girl. The woman was secretly happy in her heart, but still maintained a kind look on her face.
"Of course I can lend it to you. We sell the same things, but you and I have no grudges against each other."
Sang Yu couldn't figure out what she was trying to do, so she continued, "But I've already made an appointment with my sister over there. I'm afraid I'll just have to let my aunt down."
"It's okay, it's okay." Zhang Xiu Lan waved her hand nonchalantly. She was just talking. If she really wanted to borrow the scale, she would have to charge for it.
She pretended to chat with Sang Yu for a while, and finally got to the point. As if suddenly remembering something, she asked, "Where are your parents? Why did they let a little kid like you come here to sell candy?"
What she really wanted to know was, who makes the candy? How much can be made? Is the yield high? Will they sell it every day?
But she knew in her heart that even Sang Yu, who looked only about ten years old, would realize that something was wrong after hearing her direct question.
By taking it step by step and slowly, she can always get these things out.
Zhang Xiu Lan really couldn't believe that she was over 30 years old and still couldn't fool a little girl.
However, even if she didn't say some things directly, Sang Yu could see them.
She blinked a few times, trying hard to squeeze out some tears, but not even a tear came out. Zhang Xiu Lan thought she was blinded by the wind and sand.
Okay, if you can’t squeeze out any tears, then don’t do it. You can continue acting even without tears.
Sang Yu rubbed her eyes hard until they turned red, biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth. She looked like she was about to cry, and said in a hoarse voice, "My family... I came here to sell candy to earn money to build a house for my eldest brother."
Every word is true, yet every word is not true.
She choked for a moment and didn't utter a single sound, but Zhang Xiu Lan automatically filled in a few words in her mind - gone.
Tsk tsk tsk, this little girl must have had an accident with her elders in the family, leaving only her uncles and aunts, and they forced her to sell candy to make money.
This is really... great!
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