An Hua had no choice but to leave first.
When the weather gets warmer, farmers will start selling vegetables at the gate of the family compound again. However, unlike the previous stalls, it is not easy to sell them openly now. Usually, farmers will hang around the gate with a basket, and you have to go up and chat with them. Only when they are sure that you really want to buy something will they show you what is in their basket.
Seeing that there were no fresh vegetables at home and that she was tired of eating the leeks grown in the yard, An Hua wanted to go to the door to see if there was anything she could buy.
There were indeed two people wandering around the gate of the courtyard, an old lady and a middle-aged woman.
An Hua walked forward and started chatting with the old lady with a smile, "Auntie, are you here to visit relatives?"
The old lady looked at An Hua and nodded, "Yes, I wanted to send something to my relative, but she didn't come out for a long time."
"What are you sending me?"
The old lady lifted the cloth covering the basket and showed An Hua the contents inside. "This is great stuff. My grandson and his son got up early in the morning to dig bamboo shoots. They are the first crop of spring, so tender and precious."
There are bamboo shoots in the bamboo basket. The shells have been peeled off, revealing the light yellow bamboo shoot flesh, which looks fresh and delicious.
An Huan smiled and said, "Auntie, you must be getting impatient waiting. How about I help you deliver the things to your relatives?" This means she has taken a liking to the item and wants to buy it.
The old lady looked at An Hua again and pretended to be hesitant, "I am in a hurry, and I want to go to the supply and marketing cooperative in the city to buy half a catty of pork..." What she meant was that she wanted to sell this basket of bamboo shoots for the price of half a catty of pork.
On a daily basis, pork is 70 cents a pound, and half a pound is 30 cents.
An Hua weighed the basket, and the old lady immediately understood what she meant and said, "Not counting the basket, it weighs a pound."
Only seven cents per pound, which is a very cheap price.
Spring bamboo shoots are rare, but they are oily and are not popular in this era of general oil and water shortage.
Only people like An Hua, who have an ample supply of meat and eggs, would want to try something new.
The old lady had been standing here for half the morning. She finally met someone who wanted to buy something, but she didn't dare to ask for too much for fear of scaring the person away.
An Hua nodded, "Okay, I'll help you carry it in. I'll bring the basket to you later, and also bring the return gift from your relative."
This means that you will be paid when you return the basket.
The main reason is that it is not convenient to count money in public now.
If it were someone else, the old lady would definitely not do it, but this is a military family compound. If she can't trust others, how can she not trust the families of the soldiers? What's more, An Hua looks respectable, and the man's salary must be not low, so he would not take advantage of her, an old woman.
When another middle-aged woman saw that the old lady had successfully sold the bamboo shoots, she ran up and offered, "Comrade, I also have a basket of eggs that I want to bring to my relatives. Can you give me a hand?"
The thing that An Hua's family had no shortage of was eggs, and there were plenty of them in the space, so she shook her head, turned around and left. Chinese women are disappointed.
When she got home, she cleared out the basket, counted out three coins and put them in the basket, then covered it with a cloth. Then An Hua asked Dong Dong to take it to the old lady.
Dongdong agreed obediently.
An Hua sighed. Buying some bamboo shoots was as troublesome as going through underground connections.
While cooking, Zhou Meihua came over and asked An Hua: "After dinner we are all going to get some chicken blood, do you want to go?"
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