After listening to Ruan Mianmian's words, two young men nodded in agreement. They were the same, they couldn't say too much at one time, otherwise they really couldn't remember it, and their brains were like being fogged up.
"Okay, I'll tell you the rules again, and you've got to remember them this time. As a stake, you need to pay a 50-cent fee to go in. After you go in, you can't shout or hawk. You have to close your stall before 2 a.m., regardless of whether you've sold out your goods. Also, if you hear a whistle, just run away and don't worry about anything else." The young man said, looking at Ruan Mianmian with concern and asked again, "Did you remember?"
"I remember, I remember." Ruan Mianmian nodded and took out five ten-cent bills from her pocket and handed them over. This fee is not cheap, much more expensive than what Wang Quan charged.
However, the fact that they can charge this kind of fees also shows from another perspective that the business of this night market should be very good. If the business is not good, the sellers can't even make enough money to sell tickets, so who would come?
After collecting the money, the young man pointed his chin towards the alley and said, "Go in. You can't put things where there are bricks on the ground. That's where people are."
Perhaps because of the cigarette, he reminded her again.
"Got it. Thank you, big brother." Ruan Mianmian nodded and bowed to thank him, then turned and walked into the alley.
Her arrival did not attract people's attention. Many people come and go every day. Everyone only pays attention to themselves. Who would pay more attention to an insignificant person?
Ruan Mianmian walked in and saw some bricks on the ground. She knew that these places existed.
She arrived late, and all the better seats in the front were gone, so she could only go inwards.
As she walked in, she discovered that the night market sold a wide variety of items. In addition to the normal edibles, there were also some utensils on display. They looked like old items. There were also some items that she couldn't quite understand, but she was sure they were handmade.
There was a cloth shop on a corner. Ruan Mianmian took a look and saw that many people were buying.
Yes, it is the time of changing seasons. Although the temperature in Lincheng is much higher than their place, many people still wear short-sleeved shirts and blouses during the day.
But in more than a month, the temperature will drop, and by then, even the south will be unstable.
It is necessary to get some thick fabric at this time.
Walking to the back of the alley, Ruan Mianmian finally found a place to set up a stall. She walked straight over, put the big bag she was carrying on the ground, and reached out to take out a small foldable stool from it.
An old lady next door to her saw Ruan Mianmian's small and exquisite stool and envied her. She smiled and said, "Young man, you have prepared it very well." The old lady's voice was deliberately lowered so that only she and Ruan Mianmian could hear it.
In this night market, everyone spoke like this, deliberately speaking in low voices. Some people simply didn't speak at all, just like what Ruan Mianmian had seen upstairs before, gesturing with their fingers.
Ruan Mianmian just smiled and didn't say anything.
There were people on both sides of her position. The lady on the left was selling eggs, and the middle-aged man on the right had in front of him a rattan box he had woven himself and some other rattan baskets and boxes.
They lit a small oil lamp on each side.
Therefore, even without turning on the lights, Ruan Mianmian could still see it.
The lady selling eggs saw that Ruan Mianmian had already sat down but did not take out any lighting tools, so she moved her oil lamp to a position between her and Ruan Mianmian.
"You forgot to bring the lamp? No problem, I'll put the oil lamp between us so we can both see."
"Thank you." Ruan Mianmian was stunned for just a second before accepting the old lady's kindness.
When the old lady saw Ruan Mianmian answered her, her smile became even more intense. The girl who was here before had a sullen face, as if everyone owed her money. Fortunately, she brought food and sold it quickly, so she left early. Otherwise, she would have faced that face all night, and she felt that her eggs would not taste good.
The old lady pointed at Ruan Mianmian's big bag and asked, "What are you selling?"
Ruan Mianmian had thought about it before setting up the stall. She took out a handful of wool from her bag, actually from the system space, and said, "I have some wool here. I want to exchange it for some money."
When the old lady saw the wool, her eyes widened. It was a good thing.
Whether in supply and marketing cooperatives or department stores, wool yarn is very difficult to buy.
The goods that come in each time are very limited, and not only do you need yarn tickets, but you also have to snatch them.
"How are you going to sell it?" The old lady took the yarn from Ruan Mianmian's hand and looked at it carefully under the light of the oil lamp.
Although it was Ruan Mianmian's first time selling wool, she had seen the price of wool in the supply and marketing cooperative.
Pure wool yarn costs 16 yuan per pound, and blended yarn costs 13.5 yuan per pound. You need a yarn ticket for each pound.
"This is all pure wool yarn, no need to pay for 21 pounds." Ruan Mianmian was afraid that her voice was too soft and the old lady couldn't hear clearly, so she even made a two with her hand.
The old lady felt the yarn in her hand and thought the price was not expensive. From the ticket scalpers, a single ticket for a kilogram of yarn costs between five and ten yuan. And it is not always available.
"Is this all in your big bag?"
Ruan Mianmian nodded.
The old lady quickly calculated in her mind the money she had earned from selling the goods today. Then she leaned close to Ruan Mianmian's ear and said, "Young man, please leave two kilograms for me. I will give you the money after I finish buying the eggs."
Ruan Mianmian made an OK gesture to the old lady, then realized that the old lady probably didn't understand. She whispered, "Okay, I'll keep it for you."
Just as the two of them had reached an agreement, someone came to the old lady's stall to buy eggs. The old lady skillfully stretched out her two hands, one hand making a number one and the other making a number eight.
After looking at it, the visitor thought for a moment, nodded, made a ten gesture, and handed a basket to the old lady.
The old lady quickly counted out ten eggs and put them into the basket. Then the man counted out one dollar and eighty cents and handed it to the old lady.
It can be seen that these two people, one is a frequent buyer and the other is a frequent seller, and their movements are very skillful.
People would come to the old lady's place from time to time, and basically the deal would be made after asking the price. Soon, the two large baskets of eggs behind the old lady were sold out.
As for Ruan Mianmian, many people came to ask about the price, but not many were actually sold.
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