The old lady already liked her very much, and when she saw her crying, she quickly comforted her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, grandma has the road token with her. Later, I will say you are my granddaughter, and they will let you in!"
"Really? Thank you so much, grandma, but will they really let me in?" Mo Yan asked hesitantly.
Before the old lady could reply, several other women chirped in together, "They will, they will, we can all vouch for you!"
Mo Yan thanked them repeatedly, filled with gratitude, but she silently apologized to them in her heart; she truly didn't want to deceive these kind-hearted people.
Indeed, with everyone's help, Mo Yan avoided the government official's inspection and entered Longshi Town smoothly.
Mo Yan followed the old lady and the others, winding this way and that until they arrived at the bustling marketplace.
The stalls in the market weren't fixed; whoever arrived first could take the best spots. Mo Yan and her group arrived early, so there weren't many vendors yet. They chose a spacious location and set out their goods for sale.
After arranging their wares neatly, Mo Yan helped the old lady with her pears while she looked at the other goods for sale. She noticed that most people were selling vegetables, poultry, fish, and meat. The vegetables were common in her previous life, but she didn't see many fruits. There were a few sellers with pears and peaches, but the commonly seen apples of her former world were nowhere to be found.
While she was looking around, the old lady beside her chuckled, "How did you grow these vegetables and corn? They are bigger than others' and so nicely colored; they look so good!"
Of course! Space produces only fine goods!
Mo Yan felt proud inside, but she didn't show it externally, "Perhaps it's because I used more fertilizer that they grew well. My family is really counting on these to trade for oil and salt!"
The old lady was puzzled. Her own husband was skilled at farming, and when it came to watering and fertilizing, he never slacked, yet why couldn't he produce such fine results?
As the sun slowly rose, the marketplace became more crowded. Calls from vendors of all sizes emerged in a continuous stream. It was Mo Yan's first time selling vegetables in two lifetimes, and she was too shy to speak up, just standing there dumbfounded, watching the other vendors.
A well-dressed woman passed by Mo Yan's stall and, upon seeing the large, brightly colored tomatoes, her eyes lit up. She pointed to the tomatoes and asked, "Miss, how much are these selling for?"
Not expecting a customer so quickly, Mo Yan didn't give a direct price. Instead, she picked up a tomato, cut it in half, and handed half over, "Big sister, please try this first. There's no charge!"
The woman accepted it with a puzzled look, took a bite, and the crunchy texture and the sweet and sour taste made her eat several more bites; she almost finished the half tomato. Smacking her lips, she said contentedly, "Miss, give me five pounds."
"Okay!"
Mo Yan was overjoyed with her first "big deal," but since she had no scales and didn't know how to weigh, she had to ask the old lady with a scale for help.
The tomatoes were big; nine of them made up five pounds. As Mo Yan was placing tomatoes into the woman's basket, she said, "Big sister, here are your tomatoes. It's three Wen per pound, fifteen Wen in total."
The woman was taking out her money, but when she heard it was fifteen cents, she looked displeased, "Others' tomatoes are only two Wen per pound, why are you asking for three? That's too expensive!"
Mo Yan didn't get annoyed, "Big sister, you tried them just now. How do you think my tomatoes compare with others'?"
Upon hearing this, the woman fell silent; after all, the taste of the tomatoes was truly good, and she couldn't deny it.
In the end, Mo Yan gave away two stalks of lush Dabai cabbages to the woman, who seemed as if she had gotten a great deal and happily paid up.
Counting the fifteen cents she had earned for the first time in this life, Mo Yan's smile was exceptionally content...