The scenes from her memory had once again become reality.
She found an empty spot and put down her bamboo basket.
It wasn't long before an elderly lady came over, quietly asking, "Young man, what goods do you have?"
"Auntie, I have fine grains, do you need any?"
The lady brightened up and hurriedly asked, "Yes, what do you have?"
Xue Jianian said, "Rice, white flour, millet, and also five jin of pork."
"How much for the rice, and the white flour?"
"Rice is sixty-seven cents per jin, flour is thirty cents per jin, millet is a bit more expensive, ninety-eight cents per jin, pork is one yuan and twenty cents per jin. Rice and flour require tickets, I'll take any household goods tickets, don't need other tickets."
Upon hearing the prices, the lady thought it over and said, "I want five jin of rice and six jin of flour."
Xue Jianian nodded, took out a large measuring cup, "Did you bring your own bag?"
"I did."
