The scale of the mountain fair is incomparable to that of the big market.
There are no mountain fairs in small villages. Only the larger villages in a town can have mountain fairs of this scale.
Generally there are only two times a year, once in the first half of the year and once in the second half of the year.
Some are in early spring and the end of the year, some are in February and October, the time is uncertain.
Mountain societies have a long history that is so long that it is impossible to trace back.
The items at the mountain fair are very complete. Almost everything the villagers need can be bought, including various snacks, vegetables, seasonal fruits, clothing, shoes and hats, farm tools, various furniture, chickens, ducks, cattle, sheep, etc.
At the mountain fair in early spring, farmers will prepare for a year of work.
Hua Youcai met many acquaintances along the way and kept greeting them.
"Let's go to the mountains."
"Hey, you left pretty early."
"Our ox cart is slow, not as fast as your bicycles."
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Leave your car in a special area and have someone look after it. It's safe and won't be lost. Just show your number plate when you leave.
The three of them parked the car and walked slowly inside with the crowd, buying whatever they needed.
There was a group of people surrounding almost every stall I passed, and the sounds of asking prices and bargaining were everywhere.
There are the deep bass voices of farmers and the high-pitched voices of middle-aged women.
“How much is this?”
"Can it be cheaper?"
"What's the cheapest price? Give me a realistic price."
“I really want to buy…”
There were huge crowds of people, shoulder to shoulder.
Hua Youcai went around all the stalls selling farm tools, asked about the prices, and after comparing them, chose the one with the most suitable price.
Hua Yuanyuan and Hua Fangfang followed behind their father, but didn't walk around randomly because there were too many people and they would get separated if they weren't careful.
After careful selection, Hua Youcai bought a hoe, a shovel and a small spade. However, it was inconvenient to carry these around when walking around, so he had to be careful not to bump into people.
Not far ahead, at a stall selling woven products, Hua Yuanyuan stopped moving.
"Dad, how about that vegetable basket?"
"Dad, what about that basket? Should I buy a big one or a small one?"
"Dad, how many should we buy?"
"Dad, is this usually sold at the fair?"
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They are also sold at the big market, and these stall owners usually sell goods at the market.
My daughter’s dishes haven’t even been prepared yet, but a lot of money has already been spent on the preparation work.
In the end, I bought all the things my daughter pointed out.
Hua Yuanyuan wanted to buy a lot of baskets and baskets, but her father wouldn't let her, saying that he could weave them himself and it would be a waste of money.
People who live a simple life should weave their own baskets for home use so as not to waste money.
In addition to the common cottonwood baskets, this stall owner also has many other bamboo products.
There are only finished bamboo products, no bamboo strips.
Hua Yuanyuan knows that the simplest support for building a greenhouse is made of bamboo strips.
This task was given to the old man. "Dad, ask if they sell bamboo strips here. We can use them to build a greenhouse."
Hua Youcai bought these old things, which made him have a certain degree of trust in the stall owners, who were a couple of similar age to him.
"Brother, do you have bamboo for sale?"
I have never met anyone who wants to buy bamboo from the stall owner, but I do have some at home.
You can sell it as long as the price is right.
Business can only be done if it is profitable.
One wants to buy, the other wants to make money.
The two of them quickly reached an agreement and decided to go to the house tomorrow afternoon to check out the goods and buy if they found them suitable.
The stall owner lives in another town, only an hour's ride away.
They put the things on Uncle Wang’s stall first, and then continued shopping.
Uncle Wang and his wife Aunt Wang also set up a stall at the mountain fair.
You know what, business is really good.
When villagers come to the fair, they put the things they buy at the back of the stalls.
At a cloth stall, Hua Yuanyuan bought a lot of cloth to make quilt covers.
It's not good cloth, it's defective.
I also bought a vest, shorts, socks...
At a stall specializing in selling pickles, I saw dried shrimps and kelp shreds and bought a big bag of them.
Kelp shreds are processed and can be eaten directly. They are very thin and have a layer of salt and other seasonings on the outside.
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On this day, the money in Hua Yuanyuan's hands flew away.
The three of them didn't attract much attention, but there were too many people and everyone was buying.
After buying some, they put them on Uncle Wang’s stall. They never had much in their hands.
Hua Youcai asked his daughter curiously how much money she had left as she had to buy bamboo tomorrow.
My daughter said she didn’t know and only found out after she went home and calculated it.
But after he asked, his daughter decided not to buy it.
Hua Yuanyuan really didn’t know how much money she had spent and how much money she had left.
She is a financially independent person and doesn't like luxury goods. She doesn't have to calculate her daily expenses and just buys whatever she wants.
Coming here, she also felt like a wealthy woman.
With more than 2,000 yuan, her monthly salary is only a few dozen yuan. Considering the current prices, she can be considered financially free.
In the blink of an eye, it was noon and there were still quite a few people. The mountain party would not disperse until the afternoon.
Hua Yuanyuan bought steamed buns and fried dough sticks, planning to eat them when she got home.
Hua Youcai and his son went to push the cart first, while Hua Yuanyuan waited at Uncle Wang's stall.
I saw Uncle Wang and his wife eating and entertaining guests.
She was fine, so she lent a hand.
"Uncle, Madam, please sit down and eat. I'll help you get the food."
"Okay, you're welcome, Auntie. I'm old and have old arms and legs. I really can't compare with young people."
Aunt Wang took the stool and stepped back two steps, making some space.
This is what it is like when there are a lot of people, they buy a lot, ask even more, and they talk non-stop.
"Take two D-type batteries."
"Okay."
Hua Yuanyuan found it quickly. There were a lot of things, but they were not placed randomly. They were all well classified.
Without her asking, Aunt Wang told her how much it cost.
Uncle Wang is eating, and his mouth is not empty.
When Hua Youcai came back, he saw his daughter busy selling goods, and she looked pretty good.
Sweet mouth and quick hands.
"Auntie, the price is clearly marked, and no one is cheated."
"Sister, you look so young, and your child is already in school."
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The timing was just right, Uncle Wang and his friends had finished eating and were helping to load the food into the car.
On Hua Youcai's bicycle seat, two vegetable baskets were filled, and farm tools were placed upright and tied with ropes.
Hua Yuanyuan still rode in her brother's car, with a large cloth bag on each shoulder and another slung over her arm.
I didn’t dare put anything on the front handlebars. My brother’s riding skills need to be improved.
The three of them went home, had dinner, and then regrouped.
All the things bought were put back to their respective places, and those that were not needed temporarily were put into the locked room at Hua Yuanyuan's place.
In the afternoon, Hua Youcai and his son went outside to collect wood, and Hua Yuanyuan was doing the accounting at home.
You don't have to count it specifically, just count all the money in your hand.
Just look at how much is left and you’ll know roughly how much you’ve spent.
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