Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

"Oh, that's true! Uncle San, we chose the wrong place! No wonder so many people asked about the price today, but we didn't sell a single one!" The young man suddenly realized.

The old man was also anxious, "We got up early and arrived late!

It’s too late to change stalls now. There are so many people, how can we squeeze out? "

The middle-aged man also looked regretful, "This is my fault. I just wanted to come early and grab a good location, but I forgot that the goods we sold this time were not right.

The previous few times we sold pork, mutton, fresh fish, chicken, duck and goose. We could sell both ends, but the middle ones sold the fastest!

This big vat is in the wrong place!"

The three people were dumbfounded. "What should we do now? Just wait for the gathering to end? Then we came here for nothing? We spent a lot of money on food, but we didn't earn a penny. How can we explain to the villagers when we go back?"

Han Zhaozhao: The third kid said I was a straightforward person! Look at these three adults, they are not even one tenth as smart and flexible as me!

This is what it means when they open their mouths you can see their anus, and their intestines are straight to the bottom, right?

Hey! Who told me that we are also farmers for eight generations! I really can't bear to see rural people in trouble, so Han Zhaozhao decided to help them come up with an idea, but it was not up to her whether they would listen or not.

"Uncle, there is an alley five meters to the left behind you. Two hundred meters away is a crossroads, which leads to the north, south and west. You can transport the goods from the alley to the market and sell them. Isn't it better than just waiting here?"

The middle-aged man was surprised and delighted, "Yes, why didn't I think of that! Come on, Zhuzi, let your great grandfather watch over here, and we will take half of the goods to test the water first!

If I can sell them, I will come back and take the rest over.

Girl, whether it works or not, I thank you in advance, you are a smart and kind-hearted child!"

Han Zhaozhao: Others received a good person card, but she received a good child card!

"Uncle, which commune are you from? Is it far from the capital? Is this fired collectively or in your own kiln?"

Han Zhaozhao stepped forward to help support them so that it would be easier for them to pack and bundle. He also knocked on the large jars and listened to the sounds. "Clang, clang, clang!", "Dang, dang, dang!" Some of the sounds were crisp, some were deep, but all of them had a long echo. It sounded like the quality was top-notch!

"We are fired in the village collective kiln. Although our kiln is not big, the porcelain firing techniques are all handed down from our ancestors.

We will never let any unqualified or defective products leave the kiln. Those that can leave the factory have been inspected several times.

Well, an expert can tell from this sound that the quality is top-notch, they are all good stuff, they won’t break even if they are not smashed or broken, they will last for several lifetimes! ..."

After finding out the address of the porcelain kiln, Han Zhaozhao happily continued to wander around the market. She decided to go there secretly after the New Year and buy some more food while the policies were not so strict.

She was secretly proud of herself. Look, this time she kept her word and finally controlled her wallet.

Continuing walking back, she found someone selling celery and coriander. She heard that the vegetables were grown in a small shed. Celery and coriander are both relatively cold-resistant vegetables. They are carefully managed and grown by the experienced farmers. They grow tall and straight, which is a delight to look at!

Han Zhaozhao stepped forward decisively to line up. Are you kidding? This money has to be spent!

In winter, there are no fresh vegetables except radishes, cabbages and potatoes. She finally finds some rare vegetables, so she has to buy them no matter how expensive they are!

It's a good reason for me to go home, and I can also take out some garlic sprouts and leeks that I grew in my own space to make the New Year's dinner table more diverse.

No matter what era, people are willing to spend money during the New Year. A pound of celery costs 20 cents, a pound of coriander costs 22 cents, and a pound of vegetables is equivalent to the price of a pound and a half of rice, but there are still a lot of people buying them.

Han Zhaozhao used all his strength to grab a pound of coriander and a three-pound bundle of celery.

"Oh my god, it's so cold, but he's sweating all over because of stuttering. Is he crazy?"

After paying the money, Han Zhaozhao squeezed out of the crowd again, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help muttering to himself.

Seeing more and more people gathering in front of the stall, Han Zhaozhao hurried to leave. He didn't know why, but the less people visited the stall, the quieter it became.

The more traffic a stall has, the more customers gather. Customers outside don’t even know what is sold inside, whether the goods are good or bad, or whether they need them or not, but they just keep moving forward!

It seems like if I don’t join the crowd, I won’t fit in. If everyone else is buying and I’m not, I feel like I’m at a great disadvantage!

This problem of blind obedience seems to be a common trait among human beings no matter what era!

Han Zhaozhao also saw a stall selling rice noodles and rice paper. This time she decisively skipped it, thinking proudly in her heart that she had already dried the rice noodles in her space, and she would make rice paper and rice noodles when she got home. She also had this skill!

As I walked around, I passed by different stalls, some selling red beans, some selling peanuts, some selling sesame oil and sesame paste, some selling spiced broad beans, etc.

Next, there are people selling shoes, socks, leg straps, scarves, hats, gloves, hair bands, hair flowers, hairpins, paper rattles, and flowered fabrics...

Huh? Han Zhaozhao stopped moving again!

She walked to the stall selling flowered cloth, touched them carefully again and again with her hands, and confirmed that these large pieces of cloth were really pure cotton!

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a bitter face. He looked at the crowded crowd from time to time, as if he wished he could keep all the people in front of his stall.

"Selling cotton cloth, selling cotton cloth, floral cotton cloth, can be made into jackets, pants, coats, and quilts!

The cotton mill sold defective cloth at a low price. New clothes will be worn during the New Year. Young girls, young maids, new wives and sisters-in-law will all look good in them!"

He shouted loudly, and because there were few customers, he worked harder than the stall owner next to him.

"Uncle, how much do you sell this floral cloth for?" Han Zhaozhao unfolded a few pieces of cloth and took a look. He said they were defective products, but there were problems with the printing and dyeing. Some of the patterns were uneven, and some of the colors were wrongly matched.

The quality of the grey fabric is still good, it is delicate and soft, and it is definitely comfortable to wear close to the body.

The cloth at that time was generally about two feet seven inches wide. An adult would need seven to eight feet of cloth to make an outer coat, and six feet of cloth to make a pair of pants.

Of course, this number is not absolutely accurate. For people who are a little fatter or taller, it definitely won’t be enough, but it’s pretty close.

But most of the pieces of cloth on this stall were only three or four feet long, and the smallest were only two feet long.

No wonder so few people buy it. One piece of cloth is not enough to make a piece of clothing, and two pieces are too much material.

People with money would not even look at such defective cloth. It would be troublesome enough to buy several pieces of cloth to make a piece of clothing.

Others don’t mind Han Zhaozhao, she has a sewing machine in her space, it’s just a matter of adding more lines, it’s very quick to join the cloth ends, and it’s not a problem if the patterns don’t match.

For people who wear patched clothes, these are all trivial matters!

Han Zhaozhao spent a lot of time bargaining with the middle-aged man, and he didn't want the cloth coupons at 2.80 cents per foot. She bought a large bag of cloth at an average price of 20 cents per foot, as if she was purchasing goods.

There were patterns of small chrysanthemums, leaves, peaches and apples, plaids, red, green, blue backgrounds, and a light blue piece without a pattern. There were more than sixty pieces of cloth, large and small, and she spent thirty yuan on it.

Han Zhaozhao felt that buying these cloths was the biggest gain of her trip to the New Year market.