Reborn in a small village in the 1990s

Chapter 40

Since it's winter, there aren't many things available to sell.

Small vendors would use a blanket to keep their produce warm, placing only a small sample underneath. Otherwise, the produce would freeze and spoil before they could be sold.

For example, cabbage, green beans, potatoes, sweet potatoes, radishes, pumpkins, and squash are the most popular items.

The fruit was just a small, small fruit called "Guangguang". At that time, Fuji and Golden Delicious apples had not yet been introduced. All of them were the kind of wild fruit called "Guangguang", which tasted very good. Occasionally, there were some outstanding ones that were larger and had a better taste.

There were also vendors selling frozen pears, but that was about it; there was practically no other fruit available. As for tropical fruits, there weren't any at all.

Zhao Da'e asked, "How much are the apples?"

"One yuan fifty a pound, try it first before you buy, guaranteed to be super sweet!" the vendor shouted enthusiastically.

Zhao Da'e frowned deeply: "Why don't you just rob me? Are you trying to rip me off because I'm young? Where can you find something for 1.5 yuan a pound? It's 3 mao a pound, wanna take it or leave it?"

"I can't sell them, I can't sell them, Sanmao can't handle them." The vendor was neither humble nor arrogant, nor angry, and said with a smile, "If you really want to buy, buy more, and I'll give you a discount."

“A big basket must weigh over 20 pounds, and I’ll pay 30 cents a pound.”

"you this……"

"Will you sell it? If not, I'll go look at other vendors..." Zhao Da'e pretended to turn around and leave, but the vendor grabbed her arm.

"No, I'll sell it to you. I can tell we're destined to meet. Even if I'm losing money today, I'll still sell it to you. But don't tell me I'm selling it to you for three cents a pound. I'm only doing this because you want a lot. If I were to sell everything for three cents, I wouldn't need anything else today. I'd lose all the apple baskets I have to carry."

Zhao Da'e happily agreed: "I'll add 50 cents for the delivery fee, and you can deliver it to my home when we come back from the market, okay?"

"Five cents, sure. Tell me the location, and I'll deliver it to you as soon as I finish collecting the money."

Zhao Da'e then told the vendor where he lived.

We continued wandering inside and came across two vendors arguing, each claiming that the other's noodles were cassava noodles, not sweet potato noodles.

There were many onlookers, and Zhao Da'e squeezed in to watch the excitement as well.

"You little brat, you're selling fake vermicelli! You're selling cassava vermicelli as sweet potato vermicelli! Don't you have any conscience?" one of the vendors said.

Another vendor immediately cursed, "Go to hell! If you want to say my vermicelli is fake, you have evidence. What the hell do you have?"

"Evidence: we both got our supplies from the same place. The vermicelli that old woman gave me was made of cassava. You're saying yours is sweet potato vermicelli? You're talking nonsense, it's all fake..."

Zhao Da'e: "..."

Holy crap? Two counterfeit sellers are actually attacking each other. How impressive.

However, people watched the spectacle, and even though they were the only two selling vermicelli in the entire market, many people still bought from them because it was cheap.

Zhao Da'e also bought two jin (1 kg), since sweet potato noodles cost three yuan per jin, while these two vendors selling cassava noodles only charged one yuan and twenty cents per jin...

Let them continue hurling insults at each other.

Carrying several pounds of vermicelli, Zhao Da'e also bought several pounds of potatoes, two pounds of pork, half a pig's head, two pounds of frozen river fish, half a rooster, and a bundle of scallions.

With so much stuff, Zhao Da'e wandered back and found Zhao Tingliang, handing the food to him first: "Fourth Grandfather, don't let it stick to the coal, or we won't be able to eat it."

"Don't worry, I'll carry it." Zhao Tingliang chuckled. "I bought quite a few."

Zhao Da'e took out a pound of fried dough sticks and gave them to Zhao Tingliang: "Fourth Grandfather, I bought these for you. They're still hot. Eat them while they're hot."