The fish seller had a cigarette stick in his hand and looked like he was forty years old. He was dressed in sackcloth clothes and pants, and his face was a little dark, which was dried by long-term labor.

Seeing that there were customers coming to the stall, the man's eyes lit up, and when he looked up, he saw that it was actually a little girl.

The eyes that were originally a little brighter dimmed a little, but he still replied patiently: "The big live fish is thirty wen a catty, the small one is eighteen wen, and the dead fish is ten wen." ”

The big families in the town like to buy live fish, and they don't want to buy dead fish when they see them, which is why he takes a pot to serve it.

Chai Shuiqing followed his gaze and found that the small one that the fish seller said was actually only a little shorter than a foot.

As for those dead fish, looking at the color and eyeballs, they are also today, and there is nothing wrong with them.

After weighing one or two, Chai Shuiqing pointed to the two small ones, and then pointed to the dead fish, and decided: "Uncle, those two small ones and these dead ones are all gone." ”

After thinking about it, he added when the uncle was so surprised that he didn't move: "Can the uncle be cheaper?" ”

The fish seller thought that this little girl was just asking the price, but he didn't expect her to really want to buy it.

Looking at Chai Shuiqing's dress, he really didn't look like a rich person, but he didn't show any slack because she was not dressed well and was young.

It's already noon, and if you don't sell it and keep it in your hands, you can eat it at home.

I am a fisherman, how can I eat fish every day.

The fish seller thought for a while and nodded: "That's it, the small one is sixteen wen a catty, and the dead fish is still ten wen." Little girl, don't look at it dead, it was all caught this morning. ”

If it weren't for the fact that it couldn't be contained, the fish wouldn't have left the water and died.

Chai Shuiqing didn't continue to bargain, and nodded: "Okay, uncle, let's weigh it!" ”

"By the way, can the uncle help kill the fish?"

The fish seller was quick with his hands and feet, and after hearing Chai Shuiqing's decision, he picked up the fish and threw them into the basket to weigh them.

Listening to Chai Shuiqing's sudden request, he nodded indifferently: "Cheng, I'll help you kill it in a while." ”

There are more than two catties of a big fish one foot long, and the dead fish is not small, but the price is not expensive, Chai Shuiqing waited for him to get the fish and threw it into the cloth bag.

Carrying the bag, Chai Shuiqing went to the meat stall again, wanting to buy some plate oil and go back to boil lard.

By the time she went, it was not too early, and the oil had already been sold out.

However, there is still a lot of lean meat and bones left.

Pork belly and fatty meat are sold best here, and people buy them early in the morning. As for lean meat, because it can be boiled, very few people buy it. The price, of course, is also much cheaper.

asked for three catties of lean meat, bought a lot of pork ribs, and Chai Shuiqing asked for a few pig's feet to add to the head.

By the time she left town, she was tired.

Walking on the path, Chai Shuiqing put things into the system, and people suddenly felt much more relaxed.

However, thinking of the price he asked in the cloth village, Chai Shuiqing did not buy it again.

Without him, the price of cloth is too high, and she has fabric in her hand, but if she takes it out, she is afraid that it will be difficult to say where it comes from. In this way, she planned whether to buy cloth to make clothes in the town.

She lacked a lot of things besides clothes.

She has a lot of quilts in her hand, but they are consumables, and she still wants to save them.

The cotton of Buzhuang is seventy pounds a pound, and if you want to make a quilt of four or five pounds, the price is too high. Speaking of cotton cloth, ordinary cotton cloth also costs more than ten or twenty cents a foot. The price of hemp is cheap, 30 wen a catty, but you have to take it back and weave it yourself.

I can't hold the quilt, so I can only wait for the next time.

After turning around, Chai Shuiqing didn't dare to buy it indiscriminately.

Walking on the path back, Chai Shuiqing remembered in a trance that he saw the loom in Li Xiufeng's house this morning, and his eyes suddenly lit up.