However, these are all cabbages from last year, but they are very well preserved. They are all cabbages harvested last fall. At that time, they cost five kilograms of 1 cents, but now, at one cents and two kilograms. When Mu Xiu asked for the price, the old man sold more than ten kilograms of vegetables. When the green and yellow trees were not in line, even if the vegetables that had been in the winter were still very marketable.

In addition to those selling cabbage, there are also dried goods such as potatoes, sweet potatoes, mushrooms and fungus. Every stall is crowded. It seems that with the policy being improved, people's consumption level has also risen.

Mu Xiu walked around, but he didn't see any fruit sellers. It seemed that fruits are still rare now.

Now the meat and vegetables appearing in the vegetable market are just a few of them. Mu Xiu asked and learned about the price, then changed direction and entered the non-staple food store.

In the side food store, in addition to oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, high-end desserts such as wheat milk essence, milk powder, biscuits, cakes, glutinous rice noodles and biscuits have appeared.

Mu Xiu looked closer and found that these things seemed to have been kept for a long time and were not new, but even so, the price was not cheap, so some people still bought them. Mu Xiu roughly transferred to several stores, and the goods inside were similar, and the prices were the same, which was enough to show that the supplies were still a bit scarce.

Mu Xiu walked to a secluded corner, took out the basket from the space, put the cherries and mulberries in the space, put it in a piece of tart cloth and iron scale, came to the door of the farmers' market, chose an empty space with good personal traffic, lay the oil cloth, poured out the cherries and mulberries, filled the basket, put it aside, and covered it with a lid.

Soon, the bright red fruit attracted the attention of everyone, and people began to gather around.

An old lady in her sixties had her hair properly clamped behind her ears with two big black clips. She was wearing a blue-gray suit and looked very good. She came over and asked kindly: Little girl, is this cherry? How to sell it?

Grandma, this is cherry, 50 cents per pound. Mu Xiu replied with a smile.

It's too expensive, so I'm about to eat meat. Someone next to me muttered.

But the old lady seemed to want to eat cherries and squatted there and continued to watch.

Grandma, I don’t eat cherries, it’s so sour. A little boy about six years old stood beside the aunt, pouting.

The little brother and sister's cherries are very sweet. You might as well try one, it won't be sweet. Mu Xiu smiled and picked up a few cherries, handed them to the little boy and his grandmother, and handed them to the old lady just now.

I saw the grandparents and grandchildren ate cherries, and the old lady also opened her eyes wide.

Grandma, it’s so sweet, these cherries are so delicious. Children are the most innocent. They are delicious, but they are delicious. If they are not delicious, they are not delicious.

This cherry is indeed sweet. I ate it once when I was very young, and I never tasted it again. The old lady who came first remembered the taste that had been around for a long time. It was when she was a child, she followed her parents to the coast. A close friend of her father returned from studying abroad. The cherry she brought back was exactly the same as this cherry. Unfortunately, she never saw this cherry again after the exercise.

Mu Xiu knew that her cherries were absolutely sweet because what she took out was a cherry, which had thick and juicy meat and unique taste. The cherry was also a high-end fruit when she was there, and many people had not reached the level of freedom to eat cherries.

Thinking of this, Mu Xiu felt ache, but fortunately, the one she bought was not expensive, and a friend planted it at the beginning.

It's true that the color looks red and black, it must be delicious, but it's too expensive. This is obviously a foodie.

Grandma, grandma, what I want to eat, what I want to eat! The little boy kept chatting, holding his grandma's sleeve and shaking.

Old grandma, buy half a pound to try it out. After all, after this season, there is no more. It costs a few cents a year. After this, it is less than a cent a month. This money can be earned again, but the food you want to eat has no more store after passing through this village. Mu Xiu's words make a lot of sense. Not only the old grandma, but even the people around him show a heart-warming expression.

Little girl, give me two pounds of this cherry. The old lady who arrived first said first.

Alas, I'll give me two pounds of this kind of cherries, and two more pounds of that kind of cherries. The little boy's grandmother didn't look like the kind of person who was short of money, and after being moved by Mu Xiu, she no longer hesitated.

OK, grandma, do you want to add some mulberries? This is a good thing, and it is also a dime per pound. Mu Xiu spared no effort to promote his own things.

I ate more mulberries when I was a child, but now I ate less. OK, I can get one pound. The old lady counted out one 30 cents and handed them to Mu Xiu.

Mu Xiu quickly praised her and poured her into the old lady's basket.

With the first order business, people continued to buy it one after another. Mu Xiu really sighed that the consumption in this provincial capital is indeed not on the same level as that in the county town.

For more than an hour, all the cherries, cherries and mulberries that Mu Xiu took out were sold out. Mu Xiu put away the stall and quickly left the farmers' market.

Mu Xiu's next stop was when she went to the house of Aunt Pan, which she recognized in the black market for the first time.
Chapter completed!