Flour, pure white flour, costs 18 cents per pound. 800 pounds would cost 144 yuan.
Coarse grains, mainly cornmeal, are cheaper, costing 9 cents per pound. 500 pounds would cost 45 yuan.
All of these add up to 389 yuan.
The sales clerk quickly manipulated the abacus beads, calculating diligently, her smile growing brighter with each calculation.
These days, everyone's life is tough. When buying things, people are always very frugal. When buying grains, they buy them by the pound, two pounds, three pounds, or four pounds at a time.
As for the rest, let's not even mention them.
They sell rice by the pound, but this customer ordered 1000 pounds.
The salesperson turned her head and started packing, speaking rapidly and without uttering a single unnecessary word.
Song Qinghe took out the money and receipts and settled the bill at the counter first.
Then, they moved on to the next counter.
The sales clerk at the next counter was already eager to try, her eyes shining as she looked at Song Qinghe.
Upon seeing her approach, he immediately spoke.
"Comrade, see what you need. This is the side dish area, we have candy, biscuits, pickles, and some pastries."
"These pastries were made fresh this morning by Guanshengyuan and delivered here. They're still warm. Would you like to try some?"
"Okay, give me some butterfly cookies, I want to try them first."
Song Qinghe smiled and said, "Why not try it if I can? I'm not the type to make myself suffer."
I must say, the pastries here look quite plentiful, and there are many different kinds.
If we go to the countryside, we probably won't be able to buy it even if we want to.
The sales clerk immediately handed her a butterfly pastry and asked her to try it.
Song Qinghe glanced at the butterfly-shaped pastry in front of her. The pastry was layered and looked sweet and delicious. It smelled of milk and caramel, which was exactly what she liked.
It melts in your mouth once you put it in.
Song Qinghe was immediately captivated. To be honest, these things were better in the past; they were all made with real materials and there was no high-tech stuff or empty rhetoric.
"I want peach shortbread, butterfly shortbread, Yunnan ham shortbread, pepper and salt sesame cake, Dingsheng cake, and Sachima. Give me 100 jin of each, thank you."
"As for sugar and pickles, give me 100 jin each of fruit candy, sorghum candy, and White Rabbit milk candy. Also, give me 50 jin each of pickled cucumbers and turnips."
"Oh my, comrade, are you planning to open a shop by buying so much? Can you even finish it all?"
"You're joking. Opening a shop isn't something an ordinary person can afford. I bought it for my company; I think it's for employee benefits."
Song Qinghe made up an excuse to get by, but when she heard "work unit," the salesperson didn't dare to say anything and quickly got back to her work.
Is it something I can just casually ask about in-person matters?
This comrade looks ordinary, but he might be a staff member of some important organization. I can't just spout nonsense.
Those who had been secretly watching Song Qinghe exchanged glances and instantly withdrew their curious gazes.
They absolutely must not ask questions that they shouldn't ask.
Otherwise, something bad might happen.
Song Qinghe smiled slightly, this was the effect she wanted. She decisively took out the ticket and paid. The pastries cost about 70 cents per pound on average, so the pastries alone cost about 420 yuan.
The average price of various candies is 2 yuan per jin (500g), which is 600 yuan.
Pickled cucumbers and turnips are made with pickles, which are much cheaper, costing about 20 cents per pound, or around 20 yuan.
That adds up to a total of 1040 yuan.
After paying, Song Qinghe immediately went to the next counter—
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