Who knows! As soon as I returned to the mountains to farm, I encountered a natural disaster.

No wonder people are doing so well now.

It's almost noon in the morning, and the two of them have come by chance. Today happens to be Sunday. A few people have a double day off and most people have a single day off. The holidays basically fall on this day.

This will be the peak time to buy groceries and take them home for lunch.

Mu Xi walked to the spot where he set up a stall last time, but unfortunately it had already been occupied by someone. This was a day when everyone was on holiday, and it was also the most free time to set up a stall.

The "labor insurance benefits" normally provided by the company and factory were all used in exchange for things.

The person who occupied the stall in front of Mu Xi was a condiment seller. There were very few of these things circulating in the market. They were basically sold in official shops, which ensured that the funds flowing out could be recirculated and invested in urban construction.

After a small number of condiments are distributed to employees, the saved ones can also be sold. This is personal freedom, and the official will not control it, because the small amount will not cause a collapse.

The condiments sold at the stall are cheaper than those sold in the store, and are supposed to be easy to sell. However, the condiments sold at this stall are not the commonly used salt, but the more expensive and less necessary white sugar.

Zhao Yeqing couldn't walk as soon as he saw it. There was no sugar at home.

We usually use brown sugar that we squeeze and boil by ourselves. When it comes to cooking and making desserts, brown sugar is not as versatile as white sugar. It always has its own special aroma, which will affect the taste of other foods.

I really want to buy it.

She couldn't help it, and immediately squatted down in front of the stall and asked, "Sister, how do you sell this?"

The stall owner opposite is almost fifty. Zhao Yeqing has grown up well in the past few years and is still the same as before the ground cracked. There are still bulging soft flesh on his cheeks, and he still looks like a little girl.

When such a fair and tender girl sweetly called her "sister", the stall owner's frowning brows, which were originally unable to sell anything, relaxed.

"If you don't sell the money, just exchange it for some millet."

Millet?

Zhao Yeqing was a little reluctant. Neither of them had planted this thing. They had planted some seeds before, but the rest had been eaten long ago.

One look at the clothes the two of them were wearing, it was obvious that they were not from the city.

When the two of them came out this time, they deliberately chose clothes in the wardrobe that looked most like mountain people. The backpack on the back was also made of bamboo. It was not the kind of old thing you might find in the city, but a new backpack in bright yellow.

With this outfit, the probability of being able to produce millet was higher, but the stall owner knew that she didn't have it as soon as he saw Zhao Yeqing's frown.

Also, few people grow millet these days.

There is millet in the city, but it is expensive and only a small part is circulated. After all, it is not a staple food such as rice and wheat. The small part is grown for the needs of the traditional Chinese medicine hospital in the city.

In the past few years, everyone was hungry, and the incidence of stomach problems increased rapidly. A Chinese medicine doctor said that millet should be used as medicine, so he cleared a piece of land to plant millet in the already scarce land. The yield was not enough to be distributed. Quantity, I can only try my luck to see if I can get some.

The elderly at home also have a bad stomach. Even eating rice porridge hurts, so they feel better if they eat millet.

The old man has survived for so many years, and he has only such a relative in the family, so he really can't bear to let the old man suffer.

The stall owner's eyes turned red as he thought about it, startling Zhao Yeqing who didn't know what was going on. He quickly stood up and looked at Mu Xi doubtfully.

What's happening here? Does Xiaomi have any special role in this city?

Mu Xi was also confused. Seeing that he was frightened, the stall owner turned his head away in embarrassment, pretended to comb his hair and quickly wiped his eyes before telling him the reason.

"Have a bad stomach?" Zhao Yeqing's eyes lit up when he heard this reason, and the stall owner's face instantly dropped. She knew that her happiness was too obvious and was misunderstood, so she hurriedly explained: "No, no, no, you misunderstood. I have something you can use."

After saying that, Mu Xi handed a jar of lotus root starch from his backpack to Zhao Yeqing's hand, and she handed it over: "Look."

"What is this? Sweet potato flour?"

"lotus root starch."

"what?!"

The stall owner picked up the jar containing lotus root starch in surprise and stood up, "Are you trying to trick me?"

The two of them had planned to sell it, and they had already expected that they would be suspected. When Mu Xi handed the lotus root powder jar to Zhao Yeqing's hand, he took the kettle to the side to get the hot water.

There is a convenience station next to the market, which provides free drinking water and hot water. Only a small device is needed to increase the happiness of residents. Mu Xi has to admire the wisdom of the city's leaders.

The hot water is boiled first, and it can be boiled quickly by pressing the button. Then it flows out from the small faucet, is put in the thermos pot, and goes back to the stall.

Zhao Yeqing had already opened the jar and scooped two spoonfuls into the small bowl prepared in advance.

At this time, there were already many people watching the excitement around. You and I couldn't believe that there is still such a thing as lotus root starch.

It’s no wonder they were surprised. After all, the city is surrounded by mountainous areas. Unlike in Hubei Province, there are few large open spaces and ponds that can be used to grow lotus roots. The open spaces finally reclaimed must be used to grow rice and food. .

Lotus root starch is such a niche word.

"Please give way." Mu Xi's tall body squeezed through the crowd, and his clothes were a little messy before he reached Zhao Yeqing and handed her the hot water.

When the boiling hot water comes into contact with the lotus root powder, the white powder in the bowl turns into a pale pink paste.

"Hey! It's really hey!"

Zhao Yeqing handed the small bowl to the stall owner: "Try it."

The stall owner took the small bowl in a daze, scooped it up with the small spoon inside, and put it in his mouth without even cooling it down.

A burst of hot and sticky lotus root powder spread across my tongue. After I quickly swallowed it, I tasted the slight scent of lotus root powder that remained on my tongue.

"Yes...it's lotus root starch."

This stuff is much more refined and expensive than millet, and eating it is good for your stomach. She knew it without Zhao Yeqing having to sell it.

Zhao Yeqing looked at the stall owner with a smile: "Can I change it?"

"Exchange! I'll give you all the sugar in exchange for the two jars you have!"

There was nearly a kilogram of white sugar on the stall, which would be two kilograms of lotus root starch in exchange for two cans. Before she could answer, the crowd beside her couldn't help but shout:

"You only have less than a kilogram of white sugar, so why would you exchange it for two kilograms of lotus root starch? Your boss is too evil."

"That's right, let alone now, even in that era, you were unreasonable, big sister."

The stall owner's face turned red because of your words, but he still insisted: "I still have some white vinegar that I can give you, but it's not much, just two bags. Would you like to exchange it?"

Zhao Yeqing put the lotus root starch into her hand without hesitation: "Change!"

Let’s not talk about whether we lose money or not. This small market transaction is basically an exchange of things. It doesn’t matter how much money can be earned. The main thing is that everyone exchanges for what they need.