"Okay, I'll weigh it for you now."
Feng Ye was overjoyed.
Don't be fooled by the fact that this middle-aged woman only ate 20 jin (10 kg) of a single type of food; it may not seem like much.
But you should know that he has quite a few kinds of dried fish, as many as nine kinds.
In other words, 180 jin were sold in one go.
He had just turned around when he saw Ah-Can standing there like a pillar, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "What are you standing there for? Get to work."
But Ah-Can said awkwardly, "Brother Ye, we forgot to bring the scale. We didn't even think of it before."
"Grass!"
Feng Ye finally remembered.
They had no intention of selling, so naturally they made no preparations whatsoever.
"We'll have to borrow one."
"But where can we borrow one right now? They need to do business too, they can't do without scales."
"It's alright, we'll just borrow it for a while, and return it to them around seven o'clock."
"Wait a moment, I'll get my scale."
After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she ran away quickly.
A short while later, he returned with a scale and several bags.
Feng Ye slapped his forehead in frustration.
They didn't bring a scale, nor did they bring anything to carry.
If it's retail, that's fine, since people usually bring their own containers.
But wholesale is different; the seller has to prepare it.
The two thanked him repeatedly, took the scale and bag, and began to quickly pack and weigh the contents.
"Auntie, you look like you sell dried fish in this market too, right?"
While busy with his work, Feng Ye asked a question.
"Um."
"May I ask where you get your dried fish from?"
"The city's trade plaza is where everyone gets their goods."
Feng Ye knew this place; it was a distribution center for goods, specializing in wholesale, where you could find almost any kind of goods on the market.
"There must be fish-drying businesses in the county, so why go all the way to the city to buy them?"
"We run small businesses, so we can't buy a lot of goods at once, and people won't be interested."
"Oh, I see."
Feng Ye then voiced his doubts: "Then why do you think my goods are so popular, and why do people specifically come looking for them? Is there anything different about them compared to the goods at the Trade Plaza?"
The middle-aged woman pondered for a moment: "I think it's probably because your dried fish isn't as salty and is drier."
"Are the goods at the Trade Plaza very salty and wet?"
"It's not exactly wet, but it's definitely not as dry as yours."
"Can I come and take a look at your stall?"
"Why not? Of course you can."
The middle-aged woman weighed out twenty jin of various kinds of dried fish and paid for them readily.
Feng Ye helped deliver the goods to her stall and took a look at the dried fish she was selling.
He discovered that, just as the middle-aged woman had said, the dried fish was not only very moist but also very salty.
He broke off a small piece and tasted it; it was indeed very salty and even a little bitter.
With this level of saltiness, even if you soak dried fish in water for half a day before cooking, you won't need to add any salt; it will still be so salty it'll kill you.
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