Chapter 495 Exchange
No wonder he is doing so well now.
It is now mid-morning, and the two of them arrived at the right time. Today happens to be Sunday, and some people have two days off a week, while most people have only one day off, so their days off are basically on this day.
This is the peak time for shopping and making lunch.
Mu Xi walked to the place where he set up a stall last time, but unfortunately it had already been taken by someone else. This was the day when everyone was on holiday, and it was also the time when he had the most free time to set up a stall.
The "labor insurance benefits" usually distributed by companies and factories were taken out for barter.
The person occupying the stall before Mu Xi was a condiment seller. This stuff was sparsely circulated in the market and was basically sold in official shops, which ensured that the funds that flowed out could be recovered and further invested in urban construction.
After a small number of condiments are distributed to employees, the remaining ones can be sold. This is a personal freedom, and the government will not interfere because the small quantity will not cause a collapse.
The condiments sold on the stall are cheaper than those in the store, so they should be selling well. However, the condiments on this stall are not the commonly used salt, but the more expensive and not necessary white sugar.
Zhao Yeqing couldn't move when he saw it, because there was no sugar left in the house.
We usually use brown sugar that we squeeze and cook ourselves. When it comes to cooking and making desserts, brown sugar is not as versatile as white sugar. It always has its own special aroma that will affect the taste of other foods.
I really want to buy it.
She couldn't help it, and immediately squatted down in front of the stall and asked, "Sister, how much do you sell this?"
The stall owner opposite is about fifty years old. Zhao Yeqing has taken good care of himself in recent years. He looks the same as before the ground cracked. There are still bulging soft flesh on his cheeks, and he looks like a little girl.
When the fair and tender girl sweetly called him "sister", the stall owner's frown, which had been caused by his inability to sell anything, finally relaxed.
"I won't sell it for money, but I'll exchange it for some millet."
Millet?
Zhao Yeqing was somewhat unwilling. The two of them had not grown this thing before. They had planted a little bit and saved the seeds, but the rest had been eaten up long ago.
As soon as you see the way they are dressed, you can tell they are not from the city.
When they went out this time, they specially selected clothes in the wardrobe that looked most like mountain people. The backpack on their backs was also made of bamboo. It was not the kind of old items that might be found in the city, but a new backpack of light yellow.
With this attire, the probability of her taking out millet is higher, but as soon as the stall owner saw Zhao Yeqing's frown, he knew she didn't have it.
Yes, few people grow millet these days.
There is millet in the city, but it is precious and only a small amount is circulated. After all, it is not a staple food like rice and wheat. The small amount is only grown because of the needs of the city's traditional Chinese medicine hospitals.
In the past few years, everyone was hungry and the incidence of stomach problems increased rapidly. A Chinese medicine doctor suggested using millet as a medicine, so a piece of land was cleared out in the already scarce land to grow millet. The output did not reach the amount that could be circulated, so we could only try our luck to see if we could exchange some.
The elderly in my family also have bad stomachs. They feel pain when eating rice porridge, so they feel more comfortable when eating millet.
The old man has survived all these years and he is the only relative he has in the family. I really can’t bear to let him suffer.
As the stall owner thought about it, his eyes became red, which scared Zhao Yeqing, who was unaware of the situation. He quickly stood up and looked at Mu Xi in confusion.
What's going on? Does Xiaomi have a special role in this city?
Mu Xi was also confused. The stall owner saw that he had scared people, so he turned his head away embarrassedly, pretended to comb his hair and quickly wiped his eyes, and then he told him the reason.
"Bad stomach?" Zhao Yeqing's eyes lit up when she heard the reason. The stall owner's face fell instantly. She knew that her happiness was too obvious and people would misunderstand her, so she quickly explained: "No, no, no, you misunderstood. I have something you can use."
After that, Mu Xi took out a can of lotus root powder from the backpack and handed it to Zhao Yeqing. She handed it over and said, "Look."
"What is this? Sweet potato flour?"
"lotus root starch."
"What?!"
The stall owner picked up the jar of lotus root powder in surprise and stood up, "Are you kidding me?"
The two of them had originally planned to sell it and had long anticipated that they would be suspected. When Mu Xi handed the jar of lotus root powder to Zhao Yeqing, he took the kettle to the side to get hot water.
There is a convenience station next to the market, providing free drinking water and hot water. All it takes is a small device to improve the happiness of residents. Mu Xi couldn't help but admire the wisdom of the city's leaders.
The hot water is boiled first, and it will flow out from the small faucet quickly with just one press, and then put into the thermos and walked back to the stall.
Zhao Yeqing had already opened the jar and scooped two spoonfuls into a small bowl prepared in advance.
At this moment, there are already quite a few people gathered around to watch the fun, and they all said that they didn't believe that there was such a thing as lotus root powder.
It's no wonder they were surprised. After all, the city is surrounded by mountains. Unlike Hubei Province, there are few large tracts of land and ponds used to grow lotus roots. The land that has been reclaimed with great difficulty must be used to grow rice.
Lotus root starch, such a niche word.
"Please make way." Mu Xi squeezed through the crowd with his tall body, his clothes a little messy, before he came in front of Zhao Yeqing and handed her the hot water.
When the boiling hot water came into contact with the lotus root powder, the white powder in the bowl turned into a light pink paste.
"Hey! It really is hey!"
Zhao Yeqing handed the small bowl to the stall owner: "Try it."
The stall owner took the small bowl in a daze, scooped up the food with the small spoon inside, and put it into his mouth without even blowing it cool.
A burst of hot, spicy and sticky lotus root powder passed across my tongue. After I swallowed it quickly, I could taste the slight aroma of lotus root powder left on my tongue.
"It's... lotus root starch."
This thing is much more refined than millet, and it is good for the stomach. She knows it without Zhao Yeqing selling it to her.
Zhao Yeqing smiled and looked at the stall owner: "Can I change it?"
"Exchange! I'll give you all the sugar in exchange for the two jars in your hand!"
There was about a pound of sugar on the stall, which equaled two pounds of lotus root powder in two cans. Before she could answer, the people around her couldn't help but speak up:
"You have less than a pound of sugar, and you want to exchange it for two pounds of lotus root powder? You are such a ruthless boss."
"That's right, let alone now, even in the past, your actions are unreasonable, sister."
The stall owner's face turned red from all the talk, but he still insisted: "I have some white vinegar that I can give you, but not much, just two bags, do you want to exchange?"
Zhao Yeqing stuffed the lotus root powder into her hand without hesitation: "Change!"
Regardless of whether it is a loss or not, the transaction in this small market is based on barter. It does not matter how much money can be made. The main thing is that everyone comes to exchange what they need.
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