HCB Chapter 217 Black Market Stall
Chapter 217 Black Market Stall
When it comes to earning contribution points, Anjiu, like his grandmother, doesn't worry too much.
——Now that our family is extremely poor and we still don’t have enough food and clothing, we must try our best to earn more, instead of letting someone suffer and having to support her at home.
As long as there is a slight sign that things may get better, you must seize it and don't wait to regret it later.
Anjiu and grandma came to the 44th floor together. It was almost dusk, which was the time when the black market was busiest.
The left side of the corridor was filled with people setting up stalls. They sat on the ground, and the things they were selling were also placed directly on the ground.
For example, dried fish.
Anjiu and her grandmother found an empty seat and sat on the floor like everyone else.
Grandma took out the mud biscuits and was about to put them on the ground, but Anjiu stopped her and took out a plate with broken teeth from his pocket and asked her to put it in it.
"I see there's a place selling mud biscuits over there. Ours is cleaner, maybe someone would be willing to buy from us."
We are not fools, we are just constrained by conditions and don't have so many taboos. Who doesn't know that the road that everyone walks on is dirty?
What's more, you buy it and eat it.
As long as the selling price is the same, I would naturally choose the cleaner one.
Grandma placed the mud biscuits neatly on a plate, eavesdropped on how much others were selling them for, and then set the price.
Although the rainy season had just passed, everyone had a lot of fish in stock, but no one complained about having too little food.
Some people who are in trouble will also come to the black market and exchange the dried fish they have for supplies, contribution points, or large quantities of cheap mud biscuits.
Anjiu and his grandmother sat there for a long time without placing any orders. Although many people passed by, they only asked about the price and were more interested in buying dried fish.
"Why can't I sell any of them?" Grandma's enthusiasm was gradually dissipated, and she looked worried, not knowing what went wrong.
After the rainy season, the land outside is no longer suitable for making mud biscuits (it will give you stomachaches if you eat them). My grandmother didn’t want to ask for a hot sale, but at least she could sell everything she had in her pocket smoothly.
Who would have thought that none of them could be sold...
Compared to grandma's anxiety, Anjiu is much calmer.
She stood up and walked around the corridor. Not only were their mud cookies not selling well, but others' were too.
For buyers, the contribution value is limited, so they will give priority to buying products with better cost-effectiveness.
To be honest, anyone can make mud cookies, it just depends on whether you are willing to do so and whether you can find suitable soil, and the soil in the environment is not available during this period.
If they want to sell them, they have to let everyone know that their mud biscuits are valuable.
Anjiu returned to his grandmother's side. He seemed to be in a daze, but in fact his consciousness entered the space and he started looking for something useful.
Apart from the tableware, the only things that can be used now are canned meat and oil, oh, and the nectar that makes you drunk.
But the nectar cannot be taken out for the time being (it has too otherworldly characteristics, and she is worried that she will meet Pu Huai and be noticed to be wrong). The oil is the high-grade special oil collected last time, it is too clear and very eye-catching when it is taken out.
After looking around, I found that only canned meat was barely usable.
But she only had 15 left.
Anjiu is melancholy. There are good things in the space, but they are either inappropriate or I can't bear to give them away.
But selling mud biscuits is still the most important thing.
He took out a box of canned meat, and grandma's eyes widened when she saw it.
"Xiaojiu? What are you doing?"
People passing by immediately slowed down their pace and witnessed Anjiu tearing open the lid of the can, revealing the big piece of greasy meat inside.
Hiss...
"Do you want to sell this can?"
Seeing that many people had stopped walking, An Jiu took the opportunity to advertise: "Buy 20 mud cookies and get two mud cookies dipped in broth for free! The price remains the same, would you like one?"
The man looked back at the dried fish from other shops, wondering which one would be more suitable.
Anjiu took out a self-service seasoning bowl from his waist, poured the canned food into it, poured all the water in the cup into it, crushed all the meat with a small spoon, and mixed it evenly with the soup.
When she finished doing all this, some of the bystanders could no longer hold back.
"Give me one. If you buy 20, you get two free broth dips, right?"
"Correct!"
Anjiu asked his grandmother to count out 20 pieces, then took out two pieces, pinched a corner of the mud biscuit and soaked it directly in the broth in front of him.
When it was taken out a second later, there were still visible meat shreds on the rough surface of the biscuit.
Shaking off the excess soup, Anjiu didn't rush to hand it over, "Grandma, have you collected the bill?"
"Oh - just pay me." Grandma reacted and clicked on the virtual watch. After the other party scanned it, she was prompted to deposit 10 contribution points into her account.
"Wine, received!"
Anjiu then handed over all the mud biscuits and said, "Come back next time if you need anything."
The guest stuffed the other mud biscuits into his pocket and took the two pieces dipped in broth carefully in his hands. He leaned in to smell them and his eyes widened.
"Smells! It smells so good!"
Although the soup had been shaken off, it still formed a small puddle in his palm.
He held his hands tighter, afraid that anything would leak out, and trotted out.
With the first person buying something, everything went much more smoothly afterwards.
Although Anjiu's mud biscuits are two contribution points more expensive than others, the two extra pieces she gave will be dipped in the broth.
And if there is no shredded meat on the biscuits, they will be dipped again.
This makes people who have spent contribution points feel a little more comforted and no longer feel that their money was wasted.
After a few times, the mud cookies they brought were sold out.
Anjiu was worried about her grandma staying here alone. After all, their business was good and people nearby were jealous. She was worried that her grandma would be squeezed out after she left.
But if the two of them leave together, there will be no place for them to go when they come back.
"How about coming back tomorrow?"
Grandma was reluctant: "It's rare that it sells so well, you wait here, I'll go back and get it now."
If grandma goes up, she will definitely take down the whole bucket. At her age, her legs are so thin that she can hold it with one hand. She'd better not get hurt.
Anjiu didn't dare to let her go back, so he turned his gaze and looked at the woman selling dried fish next to him.
Since her business is good, people who want to buy dried fish will give priority to her, and they get along pretty well with her.
"Big sister, I'm going to go back and get some things and will be down soon. Can you please keep an eye on it for me?" Anjiu said as he handed over a mud biscuit dipped in broth. Although he didn't smile, he looked quite friendly.
The woman didn't expect to get a piece of meat suddenly. Seeing that there was quite a lot of shredded meat, she grinned with joy.
"Yes! Go ahead, I'll keep an eye on your spot and make sure no one else can take it!"
"Grandma, I'm going upstairs. I'll be right back."
Anjiu took the broth pot away as well, which immediately made those who had ideas give up.