Song Lingxue was secretly happy in her heart, it was cheaper than she expected, but it didn't show it on her face, and said with a smile: "I'm also a refreshing one, no matter how cheap you are, the hair flowers I make are all sold here by you, and I will give you a discount when the time comes." ”

When Ma Niangzi saw her swearing, she thought to herself, could it be that she was really sure about being a head flower? Or dare to buy so much at once? So he said, "That's it, I'll be more cheerful, and I'll give you forty wen, no matter how little." ”

Song Lingxue saw that she was missing ten wen all of a sudden, which was also refreshing, and she thought that she would have to cooperate for a long time in the future, and besides, such a hemp bag of cloth would not lose forty wen, so she smiled and nodded.

After the two agreed, Song Lingxue paid the money, and said that she would put the things here first, and she would come to get them after she bought other things.

Ma Niangzi smiled and said that they closed the door after dark, so that Song Lingxue could go to the market with confidence.

I went to the rice grain store first, and secretly smacked my tongue when I asked, in the memory of the original owner, the polished rice has always been half a dollar and a stone, that is, one or two silver and five hundred wen, and the japonica rice has always been a stone, and brown rice and chestnut rice are cheaper, so it is only half a stone.

In less than a month, all prices have risen, probably because of the drought, these rice and grain merchants are expected to have a good harvest this year, so they raise prices and take the opportunity to make a windfall.

"What an unscrupulous profiteer." Song Lingxue muttered, still thinking about it in her heart.

Now that the rice milled rice has risen to two yuan, it must be impossible to afford it. Japonica rice has also risen to one or two halves of silver and one stone, one stone is ten buckets, one bucket also costs fifteen yuan, and one stone is about one hundred and twenty catties, so that one bucket is only twelve catties, twelve catties of rice is eaten a day, and the dozen or so people of the Yao family are not enough to eat for ten days, and it is still cost-effective to eat more pasta.

A bucket of fine white noodles is also about 15 or 6 yuan, a bucket of coarse grain noodles is only 10 yuan, and black sorghum mixed noodles are cheap, only 5 yuan a bucket. The most important thing is that one pound of noodles can make many bowls of noodles, and can steam seventeen or eighteen steamed buns, and that bucket of noodles is more than 200 steamed buns, even if a person eats four a day, their family can eat for more than half a month, and they don't just eat steamed buns.

After Song Lingxue calculated in her heart, she still bought a bucket of japonica rice, two buckets of chestnut rice, as well as a bucket of bud rice and all kinds of beans, which cost more than fifty yuan, and she was not distressed, after all, in order for the family to be able to eat well, taking care of the body is the most important thing.

Then she bought three buckets of fine white noodles and three buckets of coarse grain noodles, as for the black sorghum noodles, it was too embarrassing, she didn't want to eat it anymore, and it cost 75 yuan to buy noodles.

And she spent forty wen in the embroidery shop before, so she had already spent one hundred and eighty wen, Song Lingxue was a little embarrassed, and in a blink of an eye, half of the money in her hand was almost gone.

Not familiar with the rice grain shop, Song Lingxue only paid a deposit, said that she would come over to get it later, and went around to the oil shop next door and bought a small jar of vegetable oil, which cost 30 yuan, which is too expensive.

Song Lingxue felt a little sore on the side, and at the same time went to a grocery store, and it cost twenty yuan to buy a jar of coarse salt, she didn't dare to buy fine salt, she couldn't afford it.

After buying all this food, she stopped shopping around, the price of the meat stall here was a little more expensive than that of Widow Zhu's family in the village, and those who sold eggs were also three cents for two, if they bought it in the village, they could buy it for a penny, Song Lingxue still decided to buy those in the village.

Besides, she can't take it if she buys too much, and she doesn't know how to take it back with just a bunch of things now.

At this time, it was time for dinner, and it was time for lunch, Song Lingxue obviously felt that her stomach was purring, so she went to a noodle soup shop and sat down, and glanced at what was written on the sign, two vegetarian soup noodles, three fish soup noodles, four lard residue noodles, five meat shredded noodles, and six chicken fat noodles.

There are quite a lot of types, Song Lingxue hesitated for a moment and asked for a bowl of shredded pork noodles, she didn't like greasy ones very much, even if this body was very longing.

The proprietress of the stall is a clean and neat, and it will not be long before the noodles are served, the shiny white noodles are paired with the toppings of small rape meat shreds, which looks good and smells fragrant, and it is too hot to eat a bowl of such cold noodles, which is very good.

After Song Lingxue finished eating the noodles, she went to the dim sum shop opposite, and asked about the price, most of which made her smack, and finally picked a few long-term and cheap caramel gnocchi that could be put away, and went back to coax the child to use it.

Then she gritted her teeth and spent 20 yuan to buy a packet of brown sugar, that is, the kind of jaggery that is as large as a large grain, anyway, she can't afford the white sugar that is as fine as snow.

Song Lingxue bought this pack of brown sugar, but also to go back to pickle green fruits, yesterday I saw a few small radish dices cut pigweed back, brought a lot of green fruits, in addition to eating sour or sour, it is not delicious, it looks like apricots and plums, but it will not turn yellow and red in the later stage, and the taste is always sour, that is, the greedy children in the village only go to pick and eat, and the people in the village call the wild fruit sour head, but Song Lingxue guessed that it may be wild amla fruit.

This kind of wild fruit is not delicious to eat, after pickling it in sugar water, it is sweet and sour, refreshing, clearing heat and relieving heat and appetizing, and it is guaranteed to be much better than this sticky tooth syrup gnocchi.

Although Song Lingxue has always ordered takeout and eaten a lot, and rarely took out a full set of kitchenware at home to use, this did not affect her watching those cooking and cooking all kinds of delicious videos! Therefore, she only needs to move her mouth, and her eldest daughter-in-law Liu, who has good cooking skills, can make it.

Song Lingxue thought beautifully, carried a big bag and continued to shop, and then walked to the front of a store, which was a very simple and simple shop, and the gray sign hanging at the door was simply a traditional "book", which seemed to be a bookstore.

Song Lingxue suddenly remembered that she needed to have patterns to make hairpins, but she found that the patterns and shoes at home were cut with pampas grass, which was very soft and unformed, and it was also very inconvenient to cut them every time she used them.

This was the only bookstore in Huaihua Town, so she went in and asked the owner if there was any paper as hard as cardboard or playing cards.

After entering, I found that it was very quiet, in addition to an old man in a Confucian shirt at the counter, there was also a middle-aged man dressed as a literati in his forties, who was holding a book in his hand and flipping through it.

On the shelves against the wall lay neatly arranged books, and in the middle there was a row of long tables, on which were stacks of various papers, as well as some pen and ink inkstones.

"What does this lady need?" At this time, a seven or eight-year-old boy with two cute balls came out of the counter and came over to greet Song Lingxue and asked.

"Hello, I want that hard, thick paper, yes?" Song Lingxue asked with a smile.