Chapter 7 Buying Grain
After hesitating for a while, Gou'er still raised his own question: "Then why didn't Aniang tell Grandpa Li Zheng directly? Grandpa Li Zheng is the best to Gou'er."
"Of course I can, but not now." Looking at the confused look on the dog's face, Nanzhi didn't say anything more and just concentrated on driving the donkey cart, thinking of getting to the town early.
The journey went smoothly, and it took less than half an hour to reach the town.
Nanzhi asked an aunt to inquire about the location of the larger restaurants in the town, thanked her, and then left with the dog.
The situation in the town is much better than that in the village. Most people's living standards have just been lowered, but they are not as hungry as they are.
Seeing that there were still some vendors setting up stalls on the street, Nanzhi felt relieved. There were still people doing business on the street, so he could sell something without attracting attention.
It seemed that he was thinking too much. He tightened the rope on his backpack and took the dog to a larger restaurant.
The waiter looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, a round-faced boy.
When he saw Nanzhi and Gou'er entering the door, he didn't care what they were wearing and went up to greet them with a smile.
"Please come in."
The dog was a little nervous when he saw the waiter coming over, and he held Nanzhi's little hand tightly. He knew that he didn't have much money at home.
Nanzhi felt the dog's nervousness, sighed, and then said: "Boy, I want to find the steward of your store."
After hearing what Nanzhi said, the waiter was a little hesitant, but still told them to sit down first, and he went to talk to the manager.
Looking at the young man's hurried figure, Nanzhi touched the dog's little hand, silently comforting him.
The steward came very quickly and was only slightly startled when he saw the way Nanzhi and his wife were dressed. He bowed and invited them to the backyard to talk.
"Please sit down, my surname is Wang, just call me Manager Wang." Manager Wang introduced himself and asked again: "I wonder what you want to sell in our restaurant?"
During this time, people came to the restaurant one after another to sell some of their own fruits and vegetables, and he naturally guessed the intentions of the mother and son in front of him.
It just so happens that there is a drought now, and there are farmers who are willing to sell some fruits and vegetables, and they are happy to harvest them.
"Manager Wang, you're welcome. My husband's family name is Shen. I want to sell some chestnuts today. I picked some in the mountains two days ago and want to sell them in exchange for some grain."
After Nanzhi finished speaking, he opened the wild vegetables on his backpack, revealing the bare chestnuts.
After calling the waiter, he asked the chef to come out to inspect the goods. Manager Wang poured two cups of tea for Nanzhi and Gou'er.
The two adults and one child drank tea quietly, waiting for the master chef's reply.
"Manager Wang, you can harvest these chestnuts." The master chef's surname is Zhang, and everyone calls him Master Zhang on weekdays.
Looking at the chestnuts in the basket, he nodded with satisfaction. The current year is not good, and there are not many vegetables for sale in restaurants. Although these chestnuts are smaller, they are better than fresh.
"I wonder how much the Shen family wants to sell it for?" Manager Wang asked.
"Five cents per catty." Nanzhi didn't say much. In good years, wild chestnuts were sold for three cents per catty.
Manager Wang did not bargain, he just nodded and let the round-faced waiter help weigh the chestnuts.
"Since Manager Wang is so cheerful, I still have something I want to sell."
After Nanzhi finished speaking, he took the small bamboo basket from the dog's arms.
Looking at the little bamboo basket king steward who was covered by the mother-in-law, the monk Zhang Er was confused.
Although some people have come to sell some wild vegetables in their restaurants, but these old ladies are already so wilted, where can they still cook?
It wasn't until Nanzhi lifted the top layer of wild vegetables that his eyes lit up.
The basket was full of fresh straw mushrooms, which looked like they had just been picked not long ago.
"Are these straw mushrooms?" Manager Wang's voice was loud, causing the waiter and Master Zhang who were weighing the mushrooms to look sideways.
"I wonder how many more there are? We will accept any number."
Seeing Steward Wang staring at him with shining eyes, Nanzhi could only say: "Steward Wang, don't get me wrong. I just picked this because I was lucky, and that's all."
After hearing this, Manager Wang's excited heart seemed to have been splashed with cold water. He calmed down. It has not rained for half a year. It's probably just luck that Mrs. Shen was able to pick these straw mushrooms. He actually thought a lot. A little more.
"Ms. Shen, we want these straw mushrooms. What do you think I paid for them at sixty cents per pound?"
Nanzhi did not agree immediately. He thought for a while before nodding.
Manager Wang Nanzhi looked away when he saw a light expression on his face after he nodded.
She never thought that these straw mushrooms could be sold for sixty cents per catty. Her expected price was only thirty cents, and now it has doubled.
"Manager Wang, the chestnuts weigh a total of forty-three kilograms, the straw mushrooms weigh a total of four kilograms and twenty taels, and the total amount is 467 Wen." The waiter weighed the items and said.
Manager Wang waved his hand and asked the waiter to go to the front hall: "Go and pay some money."
Then he invited Nanzhi and Gou'er to sit and drink tea, and then he followed Master Zhang to the kitchen.
"Auntie, have all our things been sold?" Gou'er pulled Nanzhi's sleeves, a little curious on his face.
"Well, they're all sold. I'll take the dog to buy food later."
After sitting for a while, the waiter returned to the backyard and handed the strung copper plates to Nanzhi: "Ms. Shen, the total is four hundred and sixty-seven coppers."
Nanzhi nodded, and just as he was about to put the basket on his back and leave with the dog, he heard the voice of Manager Wang coming from behind him.
"Ms. Shen, wait a moment." Manager Wang said as he handed over an oil paper bag, "If Madam has any wild goods in the future, I hope Madam can sell them to our restaurant."
Without hesitation, Nanzhi took it and just nodded and said, "Naturally."
After leaving the restaurant, Nanzhi drove the donkey cart to the grain and oil store. Now she had a total of 562 Wen in her hand.
In my memory, old rice costs three cents per catty, new rice costs five cents per catty, white flour costs six cents per catty, black flour costs two cents per catty, salt costs twenty cents per catty, and soybean oil costs ten cents per catty.
I just don’t know how much food prices will rise this year.
"Mom, shall we buy sweet potatoes and potatoes?" Gou'er looked at a few people setting up stalls on the street, and raised his little head to look at Nazhi.
"Um."
Nanzhi also looked at the sparse stalls on both sides of the street. Most of them were people from the village selling some rice for their own consumption. It seemed that they were all old rice from last year. He probably didn't have enough food at home and wanted to sell it for fine grains. Some sweet potatoes to keep me going.
Even though it hasn't rained in half a year, most people just want to hold on for a while and are unwilling to touch their family's money.
Didn't the original person think so too? In fact, if she was willing to lose some face and return to her parents' home, she would not starve to death at home and leave the dog as a three-and-a-half-year-old baby.
It's just a trace of luck in my heart. It's not so bad in this year that many people starved to death.
People are starving to death, so what's the use of leaving the money?
When we arrived at the grain store, Nanzhi stopped the donkey cart and just took the dog out of the car, he saw several women entering the store.
Nanzhi was not in a hurry to go in. She just stood outside and looked at the food prices. Even though she knew in her heart that food prices would definitely rise, she was still shocked by the current prices.
Originally, old rice cost three cents per catty, but now it has increased to eight cents. New rice has risen to sixteen cents per catty. White flour costs fifteen cents per catty, black flour costs five cents. Salt has already cost fifty cents per catty, and oil costs forty cents. A pound of text.
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