"Seventy-five cents...per pound?" Li Jinfeng was a little surprised.
A pound of corn costs only a little over 70 cents. How low are the prices in this era?
Li Jinfeng suddenly felt that the one dollar Li Fuman gave her was a huge sum of money.
Seeing Li Jinfeng's surprise, the man thought she thought the price was too high, so he said again, "My dear, I know you think corn is only six cents a pound on the market, but I sell it for seventy-five cents here, which is several times the price. It's too expensive.
But that was when you had food coupons and the supply was plentiful. For those of you without food coupons, it's good enough to just get food. Why bother with a few bucks? Life is hard for everyone these days, and for anyone to be able to eat a handful of corn porridge like this, it's truly a life of wonder."
The man's words made Li Jinfeng realize that he had misunderstood her.
However, Li Jinfeng learned a lot of information from his words.
Under normal circumstances, corn costs only six cents per pound, and the supply is scarce. Even if you have money and tickets, you may not be able to buy it.
"Brother, that's not what I meant. I wanted to ask... Forget it, do you want flour?" Li Jinfeng asked.
"What...what? Flour? You...you have flour?" The man was so surprised that he was speechless.
Li Jinfeng pointed to the cloth bag on her back and made a gesture of taking something out of it. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she took some flour from the space and put it into the bag.
Not much, about two pounds.
After opening the cloth bag, Li Jinfeng imitated the way the man had asked her to look at the corn before and waved it in front of him.
The man almost popped his eyes out.
"How...how do you sell it? Girl, how do you sell this flour?"
The man had completely forgotten that he was here to sell supplies.
All he knew was that he hadn't seen flour in several years.
Even with just a cursory glance, he could tell that it was refined flour.
You can’t buy it in the entire county, even if you have food coupons and money.
The man spent a long time wandering around the night market, and even the things he took out for trade were mostly coarse grains of very poor quality. Both the color and taste were not on the same level as refined flour.
As for fine grains, including rice and flour, you can't find a store even if you try your best.
The man was extremely excited.
If the person in front of him wasn't alive, he would have thought she was a god.
"Girl, name a price. I...I want to buy your flour."
The man's family lived in a nearby rural area. He had a blind old mother who had worked hard all her life to raise him and had never eaten a single bite of fine food.
He insisted on buying the fine grain and letting his mother taste it.
"Two yuan per pound?" Li Jinfeng said tentatively.
She actually doesn't particularly understand the prices of things in this era.
What we know for now is that corn costs 6 cents and 80 cents at the night market.
Since the person in front of her was so surprised by the flour in her hand, she guessed it was normal for her to ask for two pieces.
The man was stunned. Such good noodles were only priced at two yuan.
If this were sold at a night market, it would cost at least four or five yuan. No, you wouldn’t be able to get it even for four or five yuan.
"Okay, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you..." The man excitedly took out four dollars from his pocket and handed it to Li Jinfeng.
According to the rule of handing over money and handing over goods, Li Jinfeng immediately handed the bag of flour to the man. The man quickly put the flour into another bag he carried with him and returned the bag to Li Jinfeng.
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