The happy little days of the Ye family

Although it is already afternoon, there are still many people on East Street, and there are sounds of hawking and shouting everywhere.

After walking a few steps, Father Ye was attracted by the fabric on a small stall.

These fabrics look a bit like the patterned fabrics from Shu, but the patterns on them are more beautiful and the colors are brighter.

According to Father Ye's experience, if this fabric is brought to the county, it will definitely be very popular.

The father and son walked to the stall, and one of them picked up a piece of cloth and looked at it carefully.

These fabrics looked even better up close, and Father Ye wanted to take some back to North Street to sell.

Before I could ask about the price, I heard a young man next to me bargaining with the boss.

"Ten taels of silver per piece of cloth, why don't you go and grab it? This cloth is worth at most eight taels of silver."

"Little brother, ten taels of silver are really not expensive. This fabric is the most popular fabric in the capital. Many ladies and ladies are rushing to get it."

"Besides, the capital is thousands of miles away from here, so it took a lot of effort to get here."

"You also said that the capital is thousands of miles away from here. Who knows if you are talking nonsense."

The boss picked up a piece of cloth and said, "Look and touch it. This cloth is beautiful and strong. It is different from ordinary cloth. Ten taels of silver is not expensive at all."

When the father and son heard that the cloth cost 10 taels of silver a piece, they quickly put down the cloth in their hands and took two steps back in a tacit understanding.

"The fabric doesn't suit us very well."

Father Ye took Ye Xilin and walked away, still muttering:

"Ten taels of silver per piece of cloth, who can buy it?"

Luohe Town is just a small town. Most of the people are farmers in the village, and there are not many rich families.

Those who live on North Street are richer than the average family in the village.

But it's just a wealthy family in the town, and they can't afford the cloth worth ten taels of silver.

Ye Xilin beside him also said with a look of approval:

"That's right. Although this fabric looks better, there is no reason to pay 10 taels of silver per piece."

How many people can't even earn one tael of silver a month? Who would spend ten taels of silver to buy a piece of cloth?

Ye Xilin felt that this boss must be a scammer.

The father and son waited until they were far away before slowing down and continuing to look at the stalls on both sides.

There was a stall selling peanut oil on the street, and there were many people buying it. Father Ye stopped and took a look.

Ye Xilin thought he wanted to buy peanut oil, so he quickly pulled Ye's father's sleeve.

"The peanut oil at this stall is too expensive. If you want to go back to the peanut oil, just go to Baijia Oil Factory and buy it."

"How much is the peanut oil from the oil shop per kilogram?"

"When I went to pick up the oil residue half a month ago, I already asked and it was 36 yuan per pound."

Father Ye glanced at the wooden sign placed on the stall, which said peanut oil was 38 cents per pound, which was two cents more expensive than the oil shop.

Father Ye turned around and continued walking forward with Ye Xilin, "When we go back later, let's stop by the oil mill."

As early as when Ye Xilin bought peanuts and planted them, he wanted to take some peanut oil back to the town to sell.

It's just that I have never seen anyone selling peanut oil before. Father Ye was afraid that he would not be able to sell it, so he didn't dare to take it.

Just before the Chinese New Year, someone at the stall on North Street asked him if he had any peanut oil. Only then did Ye's father think of selling peanut oil at the stall.

The father and son walked and stopped along the way. There were indeed many novel things on the street, but they had taken a lot of effort to transport them and the prices were not cheap.

Things are more valuable when they are rare. If Father Ye's stall was in a county or city, people would buy these things no matter how expensive they were.

But Luohe Town is just an ordinary town. No matter how good the goods are, not many people will buy them if the prices are high.

Father Ye didn't dare to take risks, after all, he purchased goods with real money. If you throw it into your hands, you will lose your own money.

The father and son walked to the middle of East Street and finally found the stall selling beef jerky that Ye Qingqing had mentioned.

The owner of that stall is a middle-aged man about the same age as Ye's father. His appearance and dress are different from the people here.

This beef jerky is made from cattle from the grassland. The quantity is scarce and the price is high. There are not many people at the stall.

As soon as the boss saw the father and son, his smile was as bright as a flower.

In addition to beef jerky, there are also some mutton jerky and toffee on the stall, as well as various knickknacks made of cow and sheep horns.

Father Ye took a fancy to a few exquisite horn combs on the stall.

The horn comb is quite heavy in the hand and very smooth to the touch. Father Ye tried it on his head and found it quite comfortable.

Father Ye looked at the horn comb in his hand and smiled, "How much does this comb cost?"

"A horn comb costs 150 yuan."

"So expensive? It looks the same as an ordinary wooden comb that costs 25 cents."

Father Ye looked at the 150-wen horn comb and felt a little confused. This comb is too expensive, I'm afraid it will fall into my hands.

Seeing that Father Ye was hesitant, the man quickly persuaded him:

"This is a horn comb. It is made of a cow's horn. One cow can only make two combs. It is also very durable and will not break after decades of use."

Seeing that Father Ye was still struggling, Ye Xilin beside him eagerly took the beef jerky and asked:

"I want more of this beef jerky. Can the price be cheaper?"

The man did not answer, but asked him: "I wonder how much beef jerky the guest wants?"

"I want 8 catties."

The Ye family and the Tang family each bought three catties, and another two catties were bought for Li Guoer.

When he heard that Ye Xilin wanted 8 pounds of beef jerky, the boss immediately showed his white teeth and was so happy that the corners of his mouth almost reached behind his ears.

"The quantity of beef jerky is not large, so there is no bargaining on the price, but if you take 8 kilograms, you can save two cents per kilogram."

Father Ye and Ye Xilin are also good bargainers. The price of beef jerky that was originally 80 Wen per pound was reduced to 75 Wen per pound.

In addition to beef jerky, Father Ye finally ordered three horn combs.

After some haggling, Ye’s father finally paid 130 cents for the horn comb.

The stall owner happily packed the beef jerky in oil paper bags and the horn combs in nice-looking bags.

"Eight pounds of beef jerky, a total of 8 Wen, three horn combs, a total of 600 Wen, a total of 390 Wen."

The father and son took out their wallets and gave money to each other.

After picking up their things, the father and son were just about to leave when they saw a small stall full of people nearby. They stepped forward to join in the fun.

After the two finally squeezed in, they discovered that it was a small stall selling ceramics.

On the stall are all kinds of exquisite and beautiful porcelain, including vases of different shapes and some strange porcelain.

However, the father and son would not appreciate these things, and the pottery was too delicate and would probably be broken when shipped back.

The two of them only glanced at each other and immediately squeezed out.