Ling Miao immediately spotted a stall displaying fresh mushrooms, still glistening with dew.
How much is this?
The stall owner seemed surprised that someone had asked, and quickly forced a smile onto his gaunt face, "This handful is ten star coins."
After saying that, he looked at Ling Miao with a nervous expression.
Ling Miao looked at the mushrooms in front of her; a handful weighed about two pounds. She noticed that the other person's fingers were cracked and mixed with black, which didn't look like soil.
It looks like it's been working for a long time, bearing the marks of time and hardship.
She remained silent for a while, her gaze unconsciously sweeping over the others present. They were all basically the same, their hands bearing heavy marks of work, far less delicate than theirs.
Seeing her silence, the stall owner became anxious, "Eight star coins will do!"
His voice unconsciously rose, and his face became anxious.
His child is sick, and he's just short of these last few star coins. Interstellar logistics also needs to cover the shipping costs. If this order is completed, he'll have a place to get the medicine tomorrow.
Ling Miao snapped out of her daze, seeing his anxious face, and quickly said, "I'll take all of these. How many star coins are they in total?"
The stall didn't have a lot of items; mushrooms made up the majority, and the rest were mostly green leaves. I recognized a few of them, but didn't recognize the others.
"Okay, okay, I'll wrap it up for you."
The stall owner's voice was filled with surprise, "It'll be fifteen star coins for you in total."
"Wait, we'll buy the mushrooms at the original price. If you have any extra mushrooms later, you can send them to Youwei Restaurant."
Ling Miao left her address, then selected a few stalls from the other enthusiastic vendors who looked fresh and clean, instructing them to deliver suitable items to the restaurant before leaving.
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